Been A While

He'd been out of town for a bit, and I'd been traveling too.

It had been months since I've played at his place - either in his bed or in his sling.  I think September was our last opportunity.

We have a deep bond, that goes beyond mere trick, but not quite deep enough to be more than that at the same time. We chat - in person and text -, we kiss, we joke, we fuck.

More importantly, HE fucks. Me.

When it comes down to it, he slides his 7" dick up my ass and fucks me in all kinds of positions.

The man knows what to do with his cock like few others I've experienced. Maybe it's because he flip fucks. I mean, not so much with me, but he does take what he gives. That's admirable in a guy.

I'm not as admirable, if those are the rules of engagement.

I went by his place and his door was open of me. I secured it shut. While guys walking in and joining in could be hot, it would not be - at least in this neighborhood.

He greeted me with a great mouth lock, and his hand taking me immediately back to his bedroom. Little foreplay, some chatter as we both took off our clothes. No pretense as to what I was here for. Or what he wanted from me. Or me from him, for that matter.

I sucked him a little. He ate my hole a little. But that 7" had somewhere to be - and I wanted it.

The guy can fuck. Nice and easy, hard and rough and all in between. He can pummel my ass where it actually feels good for both of us. Though something might be said about my ass being able to take dick after all this time without the look of being on the verge of pain.

I welcomed the face down  on the bed position. That was after I was on my back, on all fours at the edge of the bed and bent over the bed. It is me being face down he does his best work - and that's saying something.

The feel of him popping into my hole and the immediate sinking all the way in. Bottoming out.

With him there is not 'wait....let me get used to it' scenario.  He's there to fuck. But I know that going in (though he's the one going in).  I want him to feel the pleasure. He wants to feel it too. He might want me to feel pleasure to - not that he asks. But he knows, he almost has to.

I kind of make noise. Lots of sounds. Grunts. Groans. Half-words, even.....and none of them are 'no' or 'stop' or 'hold on a minute'.  So he keeps plugging away.

As I've said in other posts, this is not a fuck for the novice. While there might be breaks here and there, mostly for position changes, these are generally 60-90 minute sessions. This was no different.

We ended up with me riding his dick. With my stroking mine.

You've read here most of the time I don't come during sex. Most of the times I don't want to. Most of the times they don't want me to.

He does. And even if I had a thing against it, this guy earns it. The fuck he delivers, if he wants me to see me shoot my load on him, it's the fucking least I can do.  Literally.

He likes the way I shoot - in volume, in velocity, in intensity.  Of course, he made me laugh right when I was at the edge and he said, "don't get ANY on my sheets".

With his orgasm and mine and my laughing  - and jerking motion - well, the first shot went over his head onto his pillow case. Most went on him, and a few went off to the side on to his sheet.

But to be fair, none of his cum got on his sheets. I don't know what happened to it. It all disappeared.

Bearded Top

He had one of those beards you'd see on Duck Dynasty.  Long. Scraggly. Unkempt.

You don't expect it to be soft as it is. You don't expect it to be soft at all.

The guy was handsome and dare I say, would be extremely so, if he trimmed the beard. But I get he digs it and the growth certainly wasn't a turn-off for me. I mean, here I was, at his loft. After dark. Both of us with impure thoughts and aspirations.

He opened the door and I smelled pot breath immediately. No worries - while it's not my thing, it was not overdone and it didn't seem like it would get in the way of anything we'd be doing.

There was no playing around and little getting to know each other. We got right down to it.

We both stripped and I was put on my knees. Sucking cock was about our only foreplay.

"Mike" is more versatile than I would have thought - or wanted, but we both knew why I was there that evening.

My sucking him was merely a brief introduction. In a minute I wast bent over the back of the couch that was right near the entryway.  With a hit of poppers for both of us, he pushed his way up my ass.  His dick wasn't large, about 6.5", but he knew how to use it, as he was very skilled.

Mike wasn't going to be one of these fast in and outs and then show me the door. We played for almost two hours. Within the main room of his loft, I was on just about ever surface.

Over a chair. Over that couch. On the couch.  Bent over the couch from the front - kneeling on it hanging over the back.  My back on the ottoman.  My stomach on the same ottoman, and then kneeling on it.

It shouldn't be overlooked that we used the floor too - on my knees, on my stomach, on his back with me riding him. Though I also rode that pole of flesh while sitting on his lap in that chair and on the couch.

His 6.5" never lost too much hardness, though there were times we took a few minutes to recover between positions. I would eat his ass, or he would eat mine. I sucked him a few times, but he was more ass focused than wanting oral attention on his pole.

Near the end we were slightly on a time line, as he did want me out of there before his partner came home. Whether the partner knew I was there or not was unclear - nor did I care (unless he did come home and would be super upset - and bigger than me).

We did end the meeting with me over the ottoman, just being hammered.  I've said it before, will say it now and no doubt will say it again:  I love that line the fuck where the guy on top crosses where he doesn't know (or care) who is under him. We cease to be a person and more of a destination.  Maybe it even goes past being a hole.

Yes, the hole will take the cock.  Yes, the hole will take the load.  But the brain snaps a bit and all it can see it white light at the end where all they want to do is shoot.

...and I'm fucking ok with that.

Afterwards, he was appreciative and even wanted to see me get off, though I declined. It's a nice gesture, but we both knew why I was there and there is no need to feel the need to do 'something' for me - even if it's watching me jack.

Hopefully I'll get another invite.

Black For More

The big black cock came back the next day.  Just like I said - he called the next day, asked if I knew who it was and wanted another meet-up.

He has 9+", who the fuck was I to say "no"?

This time I was ready with the lube, the poppers and the plug. I wasn't assuming we'd do the same thing, but better to be ready than scramble at the last minute.

He walked in like he owned the place. He was familiar now. With me. With the space. Though in reality he wasn't that familiar, he had the confidence to act like he did.  That's just as important.

All his clothes came off this time, except his hat, glasses and chains around his neck. Don't ask me why, but I hope he never takes off those - they make him look hot and confident in that way.

That big black stick was shaking in the wind. Hanging there so long, so heavy. Waiting to fill up with blood so it could become rigid.

Of course I helped him along.

I knelt and took that massive pole in my hand. Even soft, he was bigger than most guys are when erect - in length and girth.  He responded to the touch - as he started thickening and straightening. He grew to full size as it went into my mouth.

"Girls find it easier to take if their heads hang off the bed", he said. The implication was clear.

Soon, I was taking it all the way down, but not without a struggle. Not without my air being cut off by that massive black rod. My eyes watering. Me wanting to gasp for breath.  You could see the twinkle in his eyes when he'd get that reaction.

"You like it rough".

It wasn't a question.

He plugged my face for several more minutes, always allowing me to catch my breath at what was seemingly the last possible second.

He had me scoot back on the bed and then knelt next to me. More feeding. And like last time, the creep of his body until his ass was over my face.  I ate it. No words. No question.

The guy (still no name) told me to insert the butt plug again. I did. He stood there between my legs, again, and watched.

"You want fucked.  Got a rubber?", he said and asked.  I did want and did not have.  "I only fuck safe.".   Fair enough.

He still had me push that plug in and pull it out.

"Roll over".   I did.  On my belly.

He didn't put it in me, but started rubbing that dark meat at my hole.  Then he slapped my hole with it. I could feel the heat emanating from his flesh.  He'd stroke his dick between hitting me with it. Touching me with it.

He also, I found out, was applying some lube to it as well, for his stroking. And slapping.

And apparently, inserting. As with one thrust, he buried his bare black cock halfway up my ass.  So much for "only safe".

No lies - it hurt. He's big He is HUGE.  It hurt.

I caught my breath. I grimaced, not that he could see my face. I'm sure the tension in my body said it all.

"You said you liked it rough".  Whether I did nor did not, his statement before wasn't a question, so I didn't reply with a yes or no. I guess my lack of response was a yes.

I did not ask for 'slow down' or 'easy', as I knew that would be futile on my part. This wasn't a man for compromise or negotiation.  I've learned a few things over my years.

His hands were on either side of my torso, supporting himself for his fuck.

HIS fuck.  Not mine.  Not ours.  This was his and his alone. It is doubtful this was the first fuck he'd delivered like that - to man or woman.  He was too skilled at what he was doing.

"Reach back and pull your cheeks apart".  I did. No questions.

He pulled out saying he couldn't cum in me. Then proceeded to squirt his load onto my hole. After that he pushed it in with his cock.

This is a hot movie technique for sure, but for his 'safe' issues and not wanting to cum in me, I'm not sure of the purpose. He still had his raw cock in me, he still delivered his load.  Either way, I got it all.

No words exchanged as he went to clean up.  A few words exchanged on the way out the door and that was it.

He called two days later.

Have the Lambs Stopped Crying Clarice?

Now and again, one might get themselves into situations they'd rather be free from - literally and figuratively.

The guys on-line who are flaky, scary, annoying and just dicks are one thing. There is usually a block feature for those. It is the seemingly normal ones you don't know are freaks until you're with them.

I had been chatting with a guy on Recon. I mention the site because that site does tend to have an edgier client base.  I'm ok with that. Edgy is fine. Perverted is fine. Psychotic, is not.

His profile seemed normal. Our chat seemed normal. Though he told me if there was anything I wanted to party with, I had to bring it.  I clarified I do NOT party and if he did that was fine, but it's not my scene. He claimed he does not party - or not during work days.  That should have been my red flag, but I ignored it.

He wanted to be worshipped. I can deal with that in a masculine man too. His pictures looked more than decent. I opted to travel.

The house he claims was "a nice one" might have been after Jeffrey Dahmer had fallen on hard times. On the outside it was fine, on the inside, well...........it was dark. It was cold. He certainly rarely picked up after himself.

Mind you - what I'm writing is all in retrospect, so my thoughts going in versus while there versus after the fact won't be consistent. My final memories are going to prevail. So when you think of why I was there, try to think of the before.  ..even the during.

He greeted me at the door, in what would be an elaborate wearing of several pairs of underwear.  Tight boxer briefs, compression shorts, a wrestler singlet and a thong. He told me of his fetish, but I never imagined multiple pairs at a time.

"Grab my bulge". I did. It felt nice and firm. Of course at this point I still don't know about the padding of multiple layers.

It was a series of stand up, kneel, touch this, touch that.  Yes Sir. No Sir. Thank you Sir kind of things.

Done right, this can be a hot scenario. Done wrong, it can be icky.  Done creepy, it can be threatening - at least on some levels.  It was a combination of the last two.

Curtains were drawn, I was stripped down.  Soon, I had shackles on my wrist. And while I think he thought they were secure, a blind, deaf and mute Houdini could have gotten out of them if needed.

The man liked to be close. But the man was not like his pictures - maybe at one time. But for his not being a drug user (at least on weekends), something about him reeked of meth - and not just his complex chronic halitosis.  ...there was nothing simple about that.

He was hoping at some point that I would be his 'boy'.  His 'slave'.  He even walked me through his kitchen and said, 'when'  (not if) you are my boy, you'll be doing my dishes.  Dishes that clearly had not been done for weeks. Tons of them, stacked -  and he allegedly lived alone. I half expected to see cockroaches.

I might be a sub guy, but I'm not slave material. My backbone is far too strong to bend that way. Clearly he thought otherwise.

He talked about how he'd like to shave every hair off my body. He tried to talk down to me - and I let him think he was, but he didn't have the skill for it. Not like the think he did.

This man was all about ill conceived notions of himself - that he was smarter, better looking and more dominant than he was.

IF he could have gotten hard, he would have had a beautiful cock. But he couldn't get hard - or keep hard. Maybe I wasn't a turn on to him (I hope I wasn't). But I'm going back to that he was a meth user and those fuckers just can't do anything with their dicks when they're high.

But back to the talking down to - a good dom man can do it and cut to the quick. He can make you feel degraded while giving you a hard-on at the same time.

He said he was tough as nails and nothing I could say or do would ever bother him.

And while this guy's words were mean - to and about me - they weren't resonating within me.  "You're a loser - no one will ever love you".   Then he asked me if I ever had suicidal thoughts - and if so, how he'd like to show me how to cut myself with a razor blade so there'd be no saving me.  ...and how messy it would be....and how he'd want to see the mess.

It was then I planned my departure / escape. I'd been thinking about it anyways, but now I had to enact it.

I slipped into the conversation that a "good boy" always leaves notes where he is going, especially if he doesn't know his host.  I also mentioned having to be somewhere at a certain time, which was coming up just about......now.

This threw him off guard enough to start to look for his phone in the mess that was his house. I offered to help. That got me out of the restraints by him, so I could let him feel in control.  I said I'd get my phone to call his so it'd ring.  But instead I got my pants and shirt on and slipped on my shoes without tying them.

With my phone in my back pocket, I told him I left it in the car...and I had to be going anyways.

The man still had MY underwear - don't ask - and I told him to keep it. He said he planned to anyways.

I made a beeline for the car and got the fuck out of there.

I wasn't three miles away when he messaged me on Recon when I'd be coming back.  I was driving, but thought about spelling out NEVER. I just kept driving.

Telling this story to a sex-like buddy, he confirmed I put myself in harms way. And going forward, we would use each other for providing locations of where we are going.....you  know......in case.

To get one jab in to this loser - I did message him back, since he said nothing I could say or do would hurt him. I told him he needed to stop doing met and see a dentist and periodontist immediately, as his breath was like death.

Oddly, I didn't get a response.

So, this is my cautionary tale.  Or as it was put to me, my 'cautionary tail'.   ...though this guy didn't get near my tail.

Repeat Offender

"Let me look at the pussy that I'm going to eat".

So said the man with the magic tongue.

Another cold night. Another itch at my hole that I needed licked.  And scratched.  Of course by 'scratched', I mean fucked.  Hard.

But for now, I was on the back of his bed, my legs spread and pulled back. Exposing my hairy pucker for the man who was just standing there - looking. Admiring. Waiting. Contemplating.

Then he went to his knees, his face in front of that hole. My hole. His hole....at and for the moment.

His magic was still apparent. The second go-around was just as intense as that first time. That tongue - and maybe just a light brushing of fingers?  - was fucking beautiful to my ass.  His ass - for the moment. He was the maestro. I was his instrument.   ....though he would use his baton on me shortly.

I think he was down there for 10 minutes. I would have been happy if I didn't get fucked (ok - that might be a lie) and he just stayed down there for my entire visit.

I have never known such oral pleasure as this. At least on the receiving end.

But we both know I liked that eating out, but that's not what I was there for. That's not what he invited me over for.

He had 7.5" that needed taken care of, and not with my mouth.

No - he wanted hole. My hole. My ass.

While he lubed himself up, he slowly and deliberately stroked his cock hard.

"Play with yourself for me".  I went to reach for my dick and he said. "no........down there....."

Like a 16 yo girl in the back seat of the quarterback's car, I took two fingers and rubber them over my asshole. I teased the hole, the lips. I rubbed it as if I had a clit.  All the while looking right at him as he looked right at my hand / ass action.

He was bone hard now.

He stepped closer.  No words, I moved my hand. He pushed in....one deep hard push, right to the bottom.

I groaned, naturally. I mean, I was being filled up with a decent sized cock - and all at once. But it was a good groan. It was a good way to be filled - a right way. He'd been here before, he knew what he could do, or better yet, what he thought he could do.

He went right away to pumping. There was no rest for me. No acclimation period. He wanted to fuck and he was going to.  But I wanted to be fucked, so it worked out for both of us.

The guy is good with his dick. Not quite as good as he is with his tongue, but those are two very different instruments.  Yet, he's skilled - whether he cared if I liked it or not.

He seems to care about if I'm enjoying myself, until, well you know, he gets closer to cumming. Then just like every other guy in the history of man, it is all about himself.  And I am TOTALLY on board with that.

I'd say the fuck lasted 15 minutes. Me on my back the entire time as he sawed in and out of me. I loved seeing his face as he got close.  There was that look for fighting the impending orgasm or just letting it go and finishing.

The finishing won out.  He buried his bone and let loose his hot load up my ass.

It was a good go-round. I just need go get over there again.  He has me won over with that tongue of his.

...and his cock.

Fattest Cock Ever.

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Hung. Black. Anonymous.

I don't know his name.  I don't have his email.  I don't know his phone number.  I know what kind of car he drives, only because I've seen it pull up and park on the street outside the house.

But he answered a CL ad I placed. He called me,  but through a blocked line. We've never exchanged introductions.  Just body fluids.  And to clarify - he's exchanged those into me, not the other way around.

He's not ugly, but not handsome either. He's about 5'9", 180 with a slight belly. I like it when he keeps his slightly tinted glasses on and his hat. When I asked on the phone what his cock was like, he laughed a bit and said, "it's nice enough".

But he's hung. Massively hung.  And thick.

That is him after he had already cum.....and went soft.

He showed up on time, which you wouldn't think is such a big deal, but to me it is. I hate waiting around for guys who claim they're "on the way".   He comes in takes off his shoes and strips off his coat and pants, and nothing more.  Well, his underwear.

He wasn't this "small" when he took off his pants, as he was  - or his cock was - in the stages of being excited. As was I.

As it would turn out he has this way of being nice, but being dirty at the same time.  It's hard to explain. Perhaps it's they way he'd lightly chuckle at things he'd say or that I'd say or do. He say things nicely, but if you thought about it, they were not questions but more of commands or statement of facts. Cutting to your core in certain ways.  It was kind of hot.

"You like to suck cock".

Normally, I'd answer with a "yes Sir", but this didn't warrant an answer. He was telling me. He knew.

Of course, I had a 9.5" fat fucking black cock almost all the way down my throat - he could have just been stating the obvious. He wasn't going out on any limbs exactly, and it was clear this wasn't my first time with a dick in my mouth.

But when I'd come up for air, it was hard not to just handle it, look at it, admire it.  The penis really is a great work of art - and some are clearly better than others.

I told him he undersold himself with the "nice enough" comment - and he replied, "did I lie?"  He did not.

But he wanted to see me stick something in my ass.  I had to find a butt plug, which then I greased it up and slid it in as he watched from behind.  He had me do it while I was on my knees facing away from him. I think he liked the show.

It was a plug and not a dildo, so it was harder to fuck myself with it, though I did....because he wanted me to.

I was to keep that plug in while I sucked him too.  On my knees.  And then laying back on the bed with him kneeling over me.

As you might expect, he move up a little...so soon his balls were at my nose....than at my mouth.  And then it was his ass.

He didn't ask. He's not the kind to ask. He expects.  Silent assumptions.

I dove in.  To me, it was clear he had just come from work, but his ass was fresh. I ate it like a pro...not just because I wanted him to like it, but because I love eating ass.

He isn't one to moan or tell you it feels good what you're doing. But he was rock hard and stroking, so I took that as a sign I was doing my job well.

He back up again and shoved his cock down my throat and gave it a dozen pumps before I felt the hot seed sliding over my tongue and down my throat.  At that angle, it was impossible not to go down into my belly, but it is not like it wasn't going to end up there anyways.

He pulled out, stood up and looked back at me, admiring his work, I suppose.

He put on his pants, and shoes and headed to the door.

"When I call and say 'you know who this is', you'll know who it is, right?"    I confirmed.

He called the next day.

A Man Possessed

After I did that photo shoot a few weeks back, I had only made it to my car before getting hit up by a fuzzy bearish guy three miles away.

I'd seen him on certain apps and he was ok. He gave me the address and I paused for a few.

I had been fucking with his next door neighbor for a while and I was just like - wow - I'm racking them up, right in a row. Literally. But I knew the neighbor was out of town and off I went.

He had left the door open for me and I found him upstairs at a desk watching porn on his laptop. Naked.

Not a word said as I went to my knees, sucked his ok 6.5" thin cock and swallowed his load. That was that. Three loads in an hours time.

But now it's weeks later. I'm getting into my car at the park after just having sucked off that sub guy. Lo and behold who is hitting me up but Fuzzy.

I was still in the mood for more cum, so why not?  Actually, I still had a raging hard-on from the park suck. I think I actually turned myself on by all the nasty things I was saying to him and how I treated him. I'm not patting myself on the back, but I have learned a thing (or a thousand) from the men I've serviced. Some more than others.

Once again, the door was unlocked.  Once again, he was upstairs watching porn on his laptop. Naked.

I took a nice hit of poppers then hit my knees and started sucking him.

He was way more into the porn than was seemingly into me. But if you've been around, you get a few of those. It's ok - I wasn't looking for stimulating conversation or a date.  I kind of would like the guy to notice my skills and what I'm doing, but maybe it's the porn that gets them off and that the mouth is just a place to dump the load.

On the vid, the top was fucking his office "intern" with a dildo nice and hard.  I asked the guy if he liked that.  ....but meaning that he'd like to be fucking the guy - not getting fucked.

"Eat my ass" was his response.

So he got on his chair, bent over the desk, exposing his tight little pink pucker to me. I dove in.

He was pretty much shower fresh - outside and in.  Oh yes, I said 'in'.  My tongue went deep....deep... and deeper. I ate that hole like I was fucking starving. He responded in kind.

The guy pushed back against my face, forcing my tongue deeper.  The way his hole accepted my tongue, I knew this wasn't his first time.  Or 101st time. His ass had seen more than tongue in its day.

Maybe it was the park encounter - and my pseudo dominant display. Maybe it was his ass.  Maybe it was the video playing, which now had the stud pulling the dildo out and replacing it with his raw cock. But I was rock solid hard.  I just kind of lost control.  No idea what came over me.

While taking mini-second breaks for ass eating, I kept spitting into my hand and slicking my cock up. Five, six, seven times.

He never asked for it. I never asked if he did.

I stood up and pushed my cock into his asshole.  It went in willingly. Oh so willingly.

Now - you know topping is really not my thing, but here I was with my bare cock buried in his ass. And he was now pushing back.

And I'm not a top for many reasons. The main one is mentally I'm not one - and even when I try, my brain and the neurons to my cock are not hooked up in that capacity. So staying hard is always a challenge.  That day?  Not so much.

Another reason is, I have little control.  When bottoming, I don't care if I ever cum. As a rule, I don't jack off for weeks at a time. I just don't care about cumming.  But when fucking, I don't know how to pace myself.

I'm sure with experience I could control the latter, but the former is the bigger issue. I can never seal the deal usually - nor do want to most of the time.

He did ask me to pull out and I complied. But he only wanted to move to the bed, so he knelt on the edge - a softer place than a desk chair.  He positioned himself like he had taken it this way numerous times. Numerous, numerous times.

I slicked myself up and went back in.  He took it like a pro.

My cock is not small, nor thin, so that he took it with ease meant he had as many visitors as his next door neighbor....just on the receiving end.

I was vocal about my being close - on a few times.  I stopped moving, but then he'd start fucking himself on my rod. And fuck, this boy could use his ass muscles to squeeze a shaft.  It was clear, he didn't want me to hold off. He wanted the prize. The load. My load.

The fucker was teasing my cock and knew I wasn't going to be able to hold off. He never asked for it directly, but he didn't tell me to stop. He didn't ask a lot of things, now that I come to think of it. But that's the way sex is, isn't it?  

It's all about the moment.

I really couldn't hold off, even though I was only about eight minutes into the fuck. I was at the finish line whether I liked it or not.

No big announcement from me, but somehow he knew.

I'm not like the porn guys who continue to fuck through their orgasm. I bury deep and unload.

Maybe he figured that out. Maybe he felt it throb.  Maybe he felt it shooting.  I don't know. I didn't ask. I didn't give a fuck.

But he knew. And that motherfucker continued to milk me with his professional ass muscles. He was going to get every drop regardless of what I thought or wanted.  But I'm not that sensitive after shooting, so I don't have to pull right out.  I let him do his job.

The aftermath is what you'd expect. A swipe of the towel on my cock - though he was remarkably clean, like he was planning on someone fucking him. Anyone.

Me pulling up my jeans, which never actually came off. A thanks and a trip down the stairs by myself.

I bet a large amount of money, he went back on-line looking for his next conquest, as he never stroked or got off.  He was looking for another dick - I just know it.

Of course, the next day, I got a message from him asking when I'd like to 'eat his ass' again.  But we all know that not what he was wanting from me.

the Park

The risk of getting caught - in the act, or in a sting - at a park has increased exponentially in the last decade or two.

Yet here I was, not only cruising a park, but getting into a guy's utility vehicle at a lesser traveled part of the park, that had full view of anyone approaching.  Still......it seemed risky.

Yet here I was. In a passenger seat of a stranger.

Do you know how when you look at some guys, you just know their the sub?

It's the way they carry themselves, react or a facial look that just lets you know they want to be controlled.  Of course, I like to think I'm above that. And often guys mistake me for (or hope that I am) a top.

If you read this blog for content, clearly I'm not.

This guy, while claiming versatility, was a sub. A bottom. Whatever you wanna call it.

Now, before ever getting into his truck, I told him what I was looking for. But like many other manipulative bottoms, I think he was hoping IF he got me there, I'd change my mind.

Clearly, he's never met me.

But I can be a manipulative bottom too, when need be. And sitting in that car, I needed to be, if I was going to get anything out of this encounter.

The guy (I'm sure he told me his name, which I immediately forgot), made some comment after asking if he was a cop. He asked if I was, and then made a mention that he liked the aggressiveness of a cop - and the uniform.

I don't have one, but I can cop (ha!) and attitude. So I just became an assertive "top" who was going to suck his cock.

So I sat there and told him of what I'd like to do to him - if I were in a full cop's uniform...or leather. How I'd fuck him. How I'd let others watch.  He was stroking himself - oh, so hard in his fist.

Of course I'd never do those things to him, but he doesn't need to know that. It was all talk. But it got him going - and that's when you let the assertive personality get you what you want.

That's when I told him what I was going to do to him right then - which was to suck his cock.

It's not my usual asking / begging scenario. It was a demand. A command, if you will.  He made a vain attempt to say that he wanted to suck me afterwards. I had no intention of letting that happen, but I played along and said, "only after I'm through with you".

...and then I went down on him. And I sucked him like an expert.  He had a nice 7" dick, not thin, but not thick.

He was so worked up from the public display and the dirty talk I provided, that he lasted maybe five minutes. But it was a nice sized load and tasted good.  So there's that.

Naturally, I got every drop - as I always try to do.

But now it was time for me to potentially get sucked. I was thinking of my way out when he provided it:  "that was great, but I don't swallow or let a guy cum in my mouth".

BINGO.

"Sorry boy - that's all I want. I don't want to cum on me or in your car.  It's your mouth and you swallow or nothing at all.".

It was nothing at all.

I exited, got in my car and drove away.

Headlock

I was running late. So fucking late.

My day long meetings went way longer than expected, some even bailing on me, only to be forced to reschedule those into conference calls on the four hour drive home.

...and I was going to be late for a dinner because of this.  ...and then needing to stop for gas while in route.

While pumping the gas, I get a message from a guy on Scruff.  7 miles away.  With a message asking: "Do you want to suck my cock?"

45, 6'0", 190. Handsome face.  Solid hairless chest.

And then this is attached to him too.

FUCK.

YES!  Of course, I wanted to suck his cock. But why now?  Why, when I'm running so fucking far behind?  But saying "no" wasn't an option. Not really.  I said I'd be there in 15 - as he was in a nearby hotel. Room 344.

I knocked. He answered. True to his pic, at least facially, as he was wearing nylon workout shorts and a t-shirt. But you could tell that chest was solid as hell and you knew it'd be beautiful.

For whatever reasons, I do love a nice chest on a guy. That an a face. I know here and blogs like this we talk about the cock, but a good face and chest can let you get away with a lot lesser body parts.

The door shuts and our hands go to each other. As if he knows me, his hands to right for my nipples over my dress and t shirts. I quiver, as you might expect.

Reaching to cup his cock through the shorts, he was solid there too. I had no worries. But he kept playing with my chest, which was hot, but it always makes me want to get fucked. Of course, this guy made me want to get fucked. Period.

That wasn't meant to be - for a number of reasons - so we just touched, we played. He tried to kiss.

I would have kissed him, but he wasn't very good at it, or very committed, even though he initiated it.

He also wasn't very good at sucking cock.

He liked my cock - and it is a nice cock, even if I rarely use it - and made a few half-hearted attempts to suck it, but I don't think it is really what he wanted to do. I think he just thought it was the admirable thing to do, but as you all know, I don't care about reciprocation.

So it came down to me on his dick.

We started with me on my knees and him standing.  Then he sat on the edge of his hotel bed.  Both ways I would take him to the root.

When he'd stand, he would pump my face, but I won't go as far as to say he fucked it. Neither of us were big on talking. I mean, my mouth was full, and he'd moan a little, but gave little words of encouragement.

He seemed like a nice, decent man - getting his pleasure by moving his cock in and out of my mouth, past the ridge of my lips and pushing back in again.....and again.

Naturally, I wasn't completely passive about this. I would use those lips. I would use my tongue.  I would meet and match his pushing into my mouth by moving my head down his shaft. We worked in unison.

Like I said, he seemed like a nice guy.

But as he stood above me and I was working his dick, the signs were there of him getting closer to orgasm.  This thick hefty tool became even more rigid. His breath became just a bit shallower.

All of the sudden his arm goes around my neck and I'm in a headlock.

His fat cock is now lodged down my throat. And he hisses:  "Is THIS what you wanted?   Is the load big enough for you???"

I could feel the pulses of his shaft. There was a faint odor of semen and an even more faint taste of bitter jizz.  But in reality, it all went directly down my throat, bypassing my tastebuds as he held me in that tight grip.

Not swallowing wasn't an option - not that I would have opted differently. Maybe he didn't know that. Maybe he didn't care.

I tried to nurse it a bit, but he yanked the cock out of my mouth and a glob of cum fell to my inner thigh. Hardly the shy one, I scooped it up with my index finger and ate it while he watched.

He grabbed his shorts and pulled them back on.  He didn't say it, but he was done. Done with the act. Done with his load.  Done with me.

He did mentioned he gets back here every few months and would keep me in mind.

Let's hope he does.

Magic Tongue

It had been a while.  For me. For us.

I'm not 100% sure he remembers ever fucking me - as it had been years before. I've seen him on-line since, and I'm sure he's seen me too, on any number of sites or apps.

I remembered him, but I remember the sex being fair. Not horrible, but not great.

Since it had been a while for me - to get fucked, that is - I reached out with a 'wink' of some kind. You know - the non-committal acknowledgement that you're checking out his profile and kind of waiting for him to make the actual first move.

Some guys hate "winks". I don't mind them - getting or giving. It's a litmus test. It's extremely passive-aggressive and with some guys you kind of want that. You want them to be into you, because you're not sure you're into them, at all.

It sucks being rejected by someone you aren't even sure you're really that interested in the first place.

That said, he replied back and was looking to fuck - at some point. We went through the dance of our schedules for weeks. Honestly, I was looking forward to it because he wanted to fuck. Not flip-fuck. Not versatile.

He. Wanted. To. Fuck.

On a cold, dark night, I found his place. Though I remembered the general area, just not the specific house. I had also forgotten about the plethora of female religious iconography.  I'm assuming Virgin Mary stuff - but not being from that religious persuasion, it's hard to be sure.  I mean, there was a LOT of it. Everywhere.

But up we went to a bedroom. Clothes were discarded. Bodies were touched.

Before long I went to my knees to show him my skills as a cocksucker. He seemed to be appreciative. But we both knew that wasn't the end-game for either of us.

Soon, I was on the edge of his bed. My legs hanging over the edge, him between. For sure I thought he was going to suck me, as he told me after I got his load, he wanted to suck mine. So I know he thought himself a cocksucker.

But he pushed my legs back. His tongue went for my ass.

It is safe to say, that in my lifetime, I've had my ass eaten countless times.

Now the definition of 'countless' is: "too many to count". Where that might be a slight exaggeration, no one has been keeping tally over the years, but suffice to say it's been a fuck of a lot of times.

And it's also safe to say, I have never ever ever ever ever had such a talented tongue touch my pucker.

Whatever he was doing to me down there, is what I'm guessing was equivalent of getting a woman to cum by eating her out. The tremors that shook my body to the core and then head to toe and back again were amazing.

Now and again, when a guy licks (not sucks) my balls just right, for the first minute or two, I get similar feelings, but usually I desensitize quickly. Same with most ass-eatings.

NOT with this guy.  I was having non-ejaculating butt orgasms one after the other. It was fucking heaven.

I think he went on doing that for 10 minutes. I'm not sure if he enjoyed doing it as much as I was enjoying having it done, but I hope so. I hope my groans and swearing  - and writhing - were motivators for him.

Of course, maybe he was just prepping the entrance for himself.

Without any big set-up, he stood.  He had 7.5" with a big fucking head. He put one a little lube, but not much. My hole was prepped - he had seen to that. Even more important, my head was now in a place of needing penetration and it was attached to my ass that was still reeling in joy over that eating.

That fat head parted through my hole like a hot knife into butter.  He just sank into me. First the head - then the rest of the shaft. Bottoming out in one full, complete stroke.

The man knew how to fuck. I had forgotten that - or he got better over the years. He put me through my paces, really fucking me, hard and not, fast then slow.

Granted, I goaded him a little. Even asking him if he was going to pull out before coming.

He almost sneered, telling me how he had no intention of ever pulling out - that's not what his cock is for, that is not what his load was for.

And while I knew that, it was how he said it that boned me up even more.

The guy fucked me for a good 30 minutes. And it was a GOOD half hour.  Oddly, there wasn't a big finish. No vocal warm-ups or announcements.

Yes, there was a look in his eyes. And then the squeezed eyes as he popped off up my ass. A big load. You know the ones you can just tell?

Eventually he slipped out, as I wouldn't let him just pull out. You know me - I like to keep it there.

We said we'd do it again. Soon. But it's been weeks now. Though we keep trying to find time in our schedules.

He never did blow me.  They never do - no matter what they say.

Red Hot Photo Shoot

A short while back, I was asked if I would be interested in posing for a nudist magazine. It was an interesting request.

I have no issues being nude, but I wound never call myself a nudist. At home, in the best of weather, you're likely to find me in shorts and a t-shirt, even if I am going commando. I wasn't sure how it would work.

I won't get too specific into what I was wearing and how it came off. I won't get into some of the accessories that were there, except one: whipped cream was a prop. It wasn't well used and possibly won't make any final pictures - again, if they happen at all.

But this was a nudist magazine, not a sex magazine. So if you're expecting sexual activity, there isn't any. Sorry in advance. At least not on film. Hell, being erect on camera wasn't even required....and for the most part I am not.

I felt I could have been - even should have been, but I'm never fully erect.

This wasn't a truly amateur shoot. There were back drops. There was professional lighting. The camera was a fucking pricey one. There were reflective screens that would make my palate look whiter or more gold - and these were held by an assistant.  I say not professional, as no one got paid and this was neither of their real careers.

Both men were handsome and similar in stature. 6'-ish. Athletic and muscular builds. A nice amount of chest hair, but not overly done. Both bald...of shaved head.  I had actually seen the assistant on-line years ago and lusted after him greatly, but he disappeared. I also assumed he wouldn't know me from Adam. But when I arrived he said, "we've chatted before in the past".  I'm not sure if that was a good impression or not, but he remembered.

The studio was smallish and the lights made it warm - even in various stages of undress. Over 400 pictures were taken - so let's hope SOME of them were decent.

Near the end of the shoot, the photographer came up to adjust me and leaned in to kiss me. He did it well. Enough to get me a little harder for the rest of the shoot. Now and again, he'd come back to kiss me as his assistant looked on.

At the end of the shoot, I was completely naked. He put the camera down, killed the lights, walked up to me and kissed me again, while also unfastening his pants and letting them drop. I wasted little time going to my knees and helping him out.

He let out an appreciative moan as his 7" cock disappeared down my throat. He towered above me, a hand going to my head while I sucked his dick.

At some point the photographer motioned for his assistant to come over and join - and he did, stripping his clothes off as he approached. He too had about 7".

I went back and forth between the two guys and their meat, as they stood side by side.

Off to the side was the can of whipped cream. With a reach of my arms, I was filling my mouth with a hefty dose of canned cream. Within a few seconds, the photographer was plunging his dick into a pile of cream and a warm mouth. He moaned more than he had before.

He took the can and sprayed a line down the top of the shaft of the assistant. I then went down on him.

The mouthful of cream felt weird. It felt good. It seems they liked the sensation too. Truth be told, it was a little too sweet for me to continue much longer, but I cleaned them both up until it was just my mouth and just their cocks.

I went back to sucking.

The assistant stepped back, knelt and went down on my cock while I was still on my knees sucking the photog.

As hot as that was, you know I don't need, or even want, to get sucked most of the time. It feels nice and all - and he was doing a great job - but that's not exactly what gets me off. So I pulled off the photog's cock and got below the guy who was below me.

While we kind of ended up in a 69 position, I was under him so I could get to his ass. His perfectly formed hairless ass.

While I was loving it, I couldn't tell for sure if he was into that, though he didn't try to stop me. But it proved to be a huge turn-on the photographer. He jacked a bit while he watched and it started sending him over the edge.

Due to my being under another guy, it was hard to maneuver out in a timely manner. I missed the first few shots of his load - and while it landed on me, I didn't swallow all.  A hot scene, but you know I hate to lose the load.

With some of his cum on my face, arms and chest (and some in my mouth), I went back to the assistant's balls and ass. He asked when I wanted the load. I said I can take it whenever he was ready. The assistant informed me he was known for being able to "cum on command".

The photographer told him to cum now. And he did. While hovering an inch or two above my mouth, he let loose with a great load of jizz.  Yeah, some went in my beard, but most went into my mouth and slid down my throat.

Then I cleaned them both off.

Before I could get ready to go, they did want to see me cum. Since I was kind of their guest star, I felt a little obliged. So I jacked my cock as the photog just fingered my ass. I blew a huge load that hit my chin and of course trailed down from there.

They let me shower before I dressed to go home. Normally I wouldn't, but I was pretty messy and sweaty from the lights. The assistant showered too and I just regret not stepping in with him.

Maybe next time.

I've been invited back for another shoot in April.

Fucked

"I'm going to cum!!!!!"

No!  It was way too early. WAY too early.

We had played back and forth for only a short time. He was one of these guys who didn't need a million emails to identify and confirm getting off. It was a great change.

We agreed upon a time and that was the last communication until the doorbell rang. I brought him in with the intent of giving him a blowjob. That's what the ad was, that is what I was ok with doing - but as a former boy scout - albeit for a very short time - I try to be prepared.

He was mid 40s. 6'3" and around 180. Nice looking guy, but average. His cock was a solid 7" and cut. It had a nice thickness to it.

As I sidled up next to him, to rub his denim covered crotch, his hand immediately went to my ass. Hmmm.  This wasn't what was discussed. But like I said, I was prepared.....in case.

I didn't discourage the behavior. Hell, even when I went to go down on him, I didn't kneel immediately - I bent over just so, that way he could still rub his manly palm over my ass. I even dropped my jeans so he could get a better feel over my Under Armor boxer briefs.  I mean, c'mon, you kind of want them to be able to unwrap something if needed. You just can't give it away immediately.

But I did go to my knees. I sucked him like an expert and he liked it. But even he reached over my back so his hand could go back to my ass.

I'm not sure who we were trying to fool at this point, so I just gave up the ghost.

I stood up. I dropped those boxer briefs, took two long hits of poppers and bent over.

With minimal spit - and fuck, it WAS minimal - he entered me.

I don't mind saying it had been 15 days since I got any cock - either end. With pun fully intended, I was now ending a dry spell. I didn't care how wet his cock was at that point. I'm not a fragile guy, I can take whatever I need to, however it is given.

Due to lack of lubrication, the friction was plentiful. I felt every thrust. I never had the discussion, but assume he did as well.

We were only 4-5 minutes into it when he made his announcement.  "I'm going to cum".  

And he did.

Based on the moans and shudders he had / made, he had a lot in his balls he had to empty. I won't lie - I didn't feel the warmth. I did not feel the throbs.

My ass felt full when he slid out - so I know he had done what he needed to do.  And what I needed - even though he didn't really know that.

We both won.

Big Ex Marine

Somethings on paper are better than reality.

6'6", 230, hairy, muscular, bald, ex-marine.  What's not to like?

From the get-go, he called me "pup". Granted he was a little older but presented nice in pics. He was a self-professed dominant male. Again - what's not to like here?

He was a little into raunch - but I say that nicely. He wanted to wear a sweaty jock. That's ok with me, though I wouldn't say it was 'raunch'. I have a few myself - and I'm not raunchy......right????

The guy shows up to my hotel and he's a big guy. Solid. He doesn't look 4" taller than I am. He might be 6'4". Maybe. But he's solid.

He brought a harness for me to wear because he likes to yank faggots closer to them when he's feeding them his cock. My only problem with this is that it was out in the freezing car for ever so the leather and metal were chilling to my body.

Oh sure, slap me around. Face fuck me. Power drill my ass. No problem.   Put cold metal and leather to me and I'm a fucking pussy.

As it turns out he was a little more raunchy than he said. Or even suspected himself. And it went back to that jock. Maybe he doesn't know what sweat-stained is. This was not.  This was piss stained. No.  No, it wasn't even that.  This was something that looked, and worse, smelled, as if it had been residing in the bottom of a urinal for 4-5 months.

I'm good with bad smells, but this went beyond that. Way beyond bad. It was rancid.

Yet, I said nothing and he kept it on for the entire duration of his stay.

Yes, all was good on paper, until I found out his 4" cock wasn't going to grow anymore than 4". It was that size flaccid and only stiffened, but did not lengthen. 4" was all I was getting from a big beefy ex-marine who was still wearing his dog tags.  Fuck.

And fuck is what we did. My mouth and my ass.

I suppose I could have ended it, as I was mentally disappointed from what was to be. He wasn't that verbally demanding. "Pup" was the only thing he called me.

I sucked his cock. He pulled on the straps. His strength showing as the harness would dig into my shoulder blades painfully. He didn't care, not that I told him it hurt or to stop. I'm a faggot, but I'm a man.

He shot a load in my mouth. Nice, but not overly substantial. Like with most guys, I thought it would end there. But not so.

He said he could cum two more times, but I wasn't sure I was ready for 8" of cock. 2x4=8.  But he wanted to fuck me. That seemed like a better solution to me. He knew I liked the feeling of things on my ass, as he'd been toying with it while I sucked him originally.

He had me get on my back and lift my legs. I hate to be cliche about it, but the term "is it in yet" came to mind. I knew he was in, or around. but honestly, his two fingers were more fulfilling to me.

There was a look on his face as he fucked and eventually came in me. He was happy. I was feigning it. I know it sounds selfish, but I wanted more. If I get fucked, I want to FEEL fucked. But perhaps that is not my place. I'm there for them, not me.

Again, I thought that might be it. But he said he had another load and stuck his cock back up me almost immediately. My first thought was, I can't believe he's still hard.  My second thought was, I don't know that he is still hard. I'm not a size queen - honest - but I could barely feel him. And I wasn't sure if he was performing most of those feeling inside or outside of my hole.

I will say, when he came, I felt it. Warmth. Heat. To the point of, I figured he ejaculated on the outside of my hole, but when I felt for it there, the load did not exist in that place.

He wanted me to cum and normally that is not my place, but this time, I don't think I could have if I had wanted to. I was so not in the mood and it was pushing close to check-out time and I had to be on the road.

He washed up. I pre-packed. Got him on his way, then got myself together and out the door.

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Selfish

His body was better than his face. Hit attitude was better than his body.

I should probably go on record that his attitude to any number of guys would be considered rude or selfish. Self-centered at best. Sexually self-centered.

I'm not most guys. To me, this is an endearing quality.....or at least a fucking huge plus.

50, 6'2", 190, hairy (no kidding!).  'recently into some rough stuff and dom play'.

If it was recent, he was a quick learner.

There was no pretense. No foreplay. He walked in and dropped his pants and stripped off his shirt. He was ready to go. He had the same amount of hair on his back as he had oh his chest, just no treasure trail.

There was some quick oral - me to him - but it was for slobbering purposes only. Just get his cock wet enough to travel up my rear entrance.

We started with me bent over the desk - it seemed to be going well for thrust and leverage. For only having a little over 6", he knew how to use it. To the untrained eye, it was all slam and bam, but internally there seemed to be a finesse to it - or as I am apt to do, I was blinded a bit by his attitude.

I've said it before - name-calling and dirty talk with get you far with me. He had it down to an art. His execution might have been recent, but his education had clearly been going on for a few years.

We ended up on the floor - my shoulders down, my ass up as he pummeled my butt. Yeah, the strokes were kind of jack-rabbit like, but it kept me in my place and he in his. He wasn't big enough to hurt me, so as long as what he was doing felt good to him, that was ok with me.

Within 10 minutes of that position, he unloaded. He groaned and his entire body twitched as he shot into my gut.

"You liked that, didn't you, faggot?"

The question was, at least in part, rhetorical. But I couldn't let it go and answered with a simple, "yes Sir".

He pulled out but maybe only lost 25% of his hardness. He got it back to full erection when I put my mouth on it, not only to resurrect him but to clean him off too. His verbal assault lessened a bit telling me what a good job I was doing, as opposed to just telling me to take care of him.

"Get on your back - on the desk!". I did as instructed and without any ceremony he pushed his six inches back into me. This was a much faster fuck. Maybe 5-7 minutes and he added more come to the hole he'd already lubed up.

With the same amount of fanfare, he pulled out and grabbed his pants and dressed.

As he sat down to put on his shoes, he looked at me and said, "I hope you didn't think near the end there that I was being nice to you - because you know, I don't give a fuck about you at all."

...and he walked to the door and left.

Desk Fucked

I placed a CL ad, never expecting a thing. I never do anymore.

For a while I had some good luck, then just flake after flake after flake. Guys who can't read. Guys who don't show. You know the drill.

For whatever reason, I find many responses to go spam from those ads, so I have to be diligent on checking that folder. I also have to check days later too. For whatever reason, some guys do read ads from days or weeks ago - even though there are 100s posted per day - and sometimes one will get to me late.

Such as this guy.

His email started off: "You ready for this?"   DUH!

He included a face picture too, and of course, I recognized him from previous encounters. Since our second or third get together he kind of ignored me. I wasn't sure if he found a boyfriend or didn't like me.

I also didn't know from my ad if he recognized me and if he knew to whom he was replying.  I opted not to say, taking a risk that he either knew and wanted to play or that he didn't know and I wasn't possibly scaring him off by revealing myself.

I'd find out later he knew from the ad who it was and that he did want to fuck me.

From my previous encounter with him, it was mostly sucking though there were fucking components to at least one time. But every time ended up with him busting a nut in my mouth.

This time, my ad had been exclusively about taking it up the ass. It's what I wanted; what I was craving. He was on board, even if a few days late. The need was still there to get boned, so why not?

Like the other times, there was no chit-chat, it was right down to business. Granted, we didn't start fucking, I did get on my knees and work his cock up and slobbered all over it. That was all the lube we were planning on using - which is fine by me.

Knowing the issues we had on positioning last time, I didn't even both bending over for him. This time it was on my back, across my home office desk. My ass; my hole, lined up perfectly for his height. He would have no problems just sliding in.

...and he didn't.

Now parts of me wonders where a guy like this goes as he's fucking. Sure, sometimes he's looking down at me, but a lot of the time his eyes were closed and off in his own world.

Was he enjoying my hole and the act?  Was he thinking of someone else? Was he concentrating on coming - or not, or at least not yet? Keeping it hard?

Now, I wasn't thinking these things during the fuck. I was thinking on how I could make it feel good for him. That's my job.

I think I was performing fine as he was lost in his bliss - whatever it may be. I figured he was into it on some levels as his cock was rock hard and he was pounding away.

There was no variation of fucking today. Not with him. It was single focused breeding.  When I say he pounded, he did. POUNDED.

It was for his own pleasure, mine wasn't even a factor. But don't get me wrong, I was loving it - the feeling, the act, the response from him. You know me, I get off on getting guys off. It is a natural high for me. There is a power to it, in certain ways. Yet it's all about the top.

I won't say the fuck went on forever - though he could have kept going. Still 15-20 minutes isn't a bad bang.

He built up to it even more - in thrust, in intensity, in vocals. I knew what was coming. He was. Right up my ass, where he wanted it so many months ago, before he changed his mind.

Yes, I would say it was about him, but we both got what we wanted.

I haven't heard from him since.

Holiday Traveler - pt 2

I should have read his ad closer. Not that it would have changed anything. I just find I can get distracted by a good picture on a profile and miss details. I mean, how many times have I clicked on a hot guy on MH even though his position said 'bottom' right there before I clicked. Sometimes before I even send a message. I just get caught up now and again.

It was no different with another holiday visitor.

30, 5'9", 170, "some hair".  I didn't notice that last part at all since his beard fit so nicely with the knit cap he had on in the pic - clearly taken during this winter time trip and not at the warmer location from which he resides permanently.

I also missed the part of "I'm into".  The listings were Bears, Muscle, Daddies.

To be fair to the last guy, I will try not to sell myself short. By current definition of a bear, I am not. I'm at an ideal weight and not husky, chunky, fat....or as most "bears" are today, obese. I am hairy, yes. I'm tall, but not fat.

I wouldn't say I'm muscular either. My body is athletic, as I do work on it. I'm getting more definition, but I don't think I'll ever be muscular.

As for "daddy", well........  As one person I relayed this story to before writing it, told me to 'get used to it'.

But I missed that. Sure he was a bit younger than I, so I wasn't really ready when we were into it to hear him call me "daddy".  Sigh.

He was staying with friends. He told them he was going out for a run, but in freezing temps, he ran to my house. He showed up at my door with a great face - a handsome face - and a good attitude. Of course, how did I know in his mind he had struck daddy paydirt?

I took him upstairs and I had the inexplicable urge to kiss him - and I did. He was a great kisser. Had I looked at that profile, I would have seen that kissing was essential to him, but I never got that far. In his mind, he was in daddy-heaven. I was doing everything right and didn't know it.

We both stripped down and when he took off his cap, it is when I noticed he only had slightly more hair than myself. His body was nice and hairy though. He was handsome and I still wanted to kiss him. So I did. He didn't resist. Quite the opposite.

But time was limited for both him and myself so we got down to it. He went down on me, but only for a minute. That wasn't what I was looking for and he knew it.  I got him sitting on the edge of the bed and knelt between his spread furry legs.

I took his 7" into my mouth and slowly, but deliberately took him to his short hairs. That is when I heard it.  "OH Daddy......".

While I wasn't put off by it exactly, I wasn't sure immediately how to respond. I think it was only a minute or two when I asked him, "do you like that, son?".   He did.

He liked what I was doing, but he really liked the response.  I wouldn't call it role playing, but maybe character sex. I wasn't really pretending to be his father, or setting him up for some father fucking.

That said though, at one point, my cock was so hard with him, I did place it against his hole. I got mixed messages of  him saying 'never on the first meeting and never raw' with very sexual moans. Maybe I should have just gone for it, but I didn't - one because of his verbal wishes, secondly, because, well, you know how well I top.

Since his legs were up and a little back, I dropped to my knees again, as his hole was exposed. I got quite a few more "oh daddy" remarks as I dove into that hole with my tongue and ate him out but good.

It was a clean, sweet tasting butt. I could have easily eaten if for another hour, but he had to get back to his friends house. It wasn't supposed to be a long run he was allegedly on.

I went back to his cock and fucking made him (and myself) feel good by sucking it.  "Does that feel good, boy", I'd ask.  "Yeah, daddy.....it does..."   The sincerity of which he said all those words made it ok for him to call me a father figure. I mean, I am old enough to be his dad, but.....

I kept working that cock until he couldn't hold back. And I didn't want him to. Like the guy a few days before, seven days of semen came pouring out of his shaft and balls.  Seven days of semen went into my mouth and down my throat and into my gut.  Gladly. Happily.

The boy was convulsing. The tremors and after tremors of his orgasm were incredible. He reveled in them and of my abilities - or at least that is what he said.

I didn't even have to squeeze to get the last drops. I had already gotten them. Sure I tried to squeeze, but he was coming up dry.

A few more kisses for my boy, him getting dressed and he was on his way. He flew out the next day, hopefully his mind and balls a little better for the wear.

Holiday Traveler - pt 1

I've been blessed (or plagued?) with an increasingly number of guys associating some of my on-line profiles with this blog. It's flattering. It's disconcerting. I should know there is no true anonymity, but what are you going to do?  It's just a little more strange on some of the apps where I'm not identified as 'bikeguy'. Is it possible, I'm too out there?

It's not necessarily a bad thing, but it always takes me by surprise, that a.) people read me.  b.) people even recognize me by anything other than name. I've always thought myself as a guy who just blends in.

A few guys have figured me out after the fact, but now and again, they know beforehand. In theory, this could create for some awkward scenarios, as they have to know I might write about them....and they might have to read about themselves.

Yet the other day I had a message  from BBRT that a guy was coming into town, reads the blog and wonders if I'd be free. He was at an advantage. As a reader of this blog - he knew what my triggers were; my likes and dislikes.

Oddly enough, he was not only visiting from out of town, but staying two streets over with friends. One well placed "need for a walk" and he found himself at my front door.

He was handsome. A nice height and weight. A very attractive face and great salt and pepper hair with a greying goatee. His shoes came off, we went upstairs and I was on my knees. This was going to be nothing more than a blowjob - more or less.

I know, it was BBRT, but his profile was specific to oral. But I loved his directness: "When my cock is in your mouth, and I start to shoot, I don't pull out. You've gotta be willing to take every drop."

That sounds up my alley, no?

I will say, at first I was a little disappointed when his briefs came down. While his ad said he was 'average', this looked a little less than. But with some manipulation from my mouth, he did rise to the occassion to have a nice mouthful, but he was correct for average length.

And I am good with average, as long as the guy knows how to use it. And he did. But more importantly, it is attitude the trumps everything. He had it - or at least knew my triggers enough to tip the scales in his favor.

Like his ad, he was direct. Telling me what to do and how. And fuck, the dirty talk and especially the name-calling just flowed from his mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world for him:  faggot, cumwhore, cocksucker, were just a few of the things he said about me. All of them true. Still, it takes a confident voice and man to pull those off - they can be said by anyone, but not everyone can make them resonate.

I played with his balls, which made him tremble just a little, but it gave me the idea to not only lick them, but go further around. I mean, you all know how I like to eat ass - and this guy must have too.

It was not difficult to get him over to the bed to kneel on it with me right behind him. And I went for it. I dove into that ass, with my beard rubbing in his crack and probably at his hole - though I try to reserve that for my lips and tongue. He was clean and seemed to appreciate my mouth being glued to his shitter. I certainly didn't mind it.

Soon he flipped over and was at the edge of the bed while I went to go back to work on his cock. He couldn't be away for much longer without arousing suspicion and well, I wanted that load anyways.

Guys traveling at holidays can be the best. Boarding with family or friends for extended periods of time don't allow them to get off much - if at all - and this guy had a seven day load waiting for release. Oddly, my mouth was looking to ingest a seven day load, so it was going to be a win-win.

And what a fucking load. Sure I didn't really struggle with it, as I'm a pro, but he had a huge load. I'm guessing he ejaculates a lot on a one or two day load, so a week's worth was just perfect. But he kind of fibbed about not pulling out.

The guy was sensitive and wouldn't let me take every drop, though to be fair his profile said I should be 'willing to' take every drop, it didn't mean I'd get it. He dripped onto the quilt which I scooped up and ate, but he was still massively dripping into/onto his hand. He artfully smeared it on my face and in my beard - perhaps at a little prompting from yours truly.

Before he dressed he leaned in to kiss me - which was very sensual. It's not a normal thing I do, but I wanted more of it.

As he dressed to go, he told me I need to give myself more credit on my looks, as I was underselling myself - which was nice. It got him another kiss.

...and another one at the door before he left.

"Straight" Black Guy

He advertised on CL.  Married black male in need of a mouth.

39, 6'1", 200, 9".

What he didn't say was he was in a hotel room with his wife, as they were in town visiting family for the holidays. No problem, I could work with that if need be.

The day he advertised now was not going to work, due to he was running out of time, so we agreed the next morning at 10:00 would be fine. He'd give me the details then. And he did, though not in time for me to make it there by the designated time - of which he was a little miffed. But it's hard to be at a hotel of which you don't know the location or room number without him telling you until 15 minutes before the designated hook-up time.

But I made it and there he was. A little beefy in the middle, but attractive and chocolate brown. He had no shirt on and just a pair of sweat pants.

"Are you going to undress?" he asked me.  I said, since it was only a blowjob there was no need, but could take off my shirt if he wanted. He wanted, so it came off.  Then I went to work.

I was on my knees taking out his cock - which may have been a little over 8", but it was not 9". Over 8" is still more than respectable.

Now, this guy didn't know me from Adam, but he had me pegged. The words that flowed freely from his lips were like pure heaven to a cock pig. The name-calling was secondary - what and how I was doing was primary. He knew what he wanted, what he liked and was not shy about verbalizing this.

I am pretty good at figuring a guy's likes and dislikes out early on and as we go along, but it was nice to hear him specify why I was invited over, what I was to do and how I was doing it.

He'd stop now and again to check the peep hole in the door to see if anyone was coming. Whatever. Trust me, if he could see them there, it was far to late to see IF they were getting close.

We'd go back into feeder / eater mode and I was making him moan. Though he wanted to be louder, he was afraid the housekeeper in the hall might hear, and he refused to take me back into the room where the bed was, as he didn't want me where his wife might find out.

But immediately he'd go back into his dirty talk, knowing all the right buttons to push. And he reached down to my nipples, another thing he didn't know about - until I reacted. But he wasn't willing to fuck me - though he told me about how good he fucked and how he's got 5 kids from several different women.

I'm totally good if he's a complete player and looking for any hole to get his manly black cock off in. I mean, here I was in a stranger's hotel room, on my knees sucking his fucking dick.

We only had a while, since he knew she'd be back and they'd have to check out at noon, so I went to work. We both did. I met everyone of his thrusts into my mouth by bobbing down on his meat. His hand at my head.

I did pull back as he was getting close and stick out my tongue. I let him see his white seed hit the extended tongue before ingesting his semen. Then I took the rest of his shooting cock into my mouth and continued to nurse and drain every drop.

He was not the kind to chat afterwards, not that I wanted to. I got my shirt on and was out the door like a good little boy, leaving him to reflect on what he'd done as his wife returned.

Two Condoms. One Fuck.

For months - on and off - Mr. Sensitive and I have been playing.

He has an incredible body and possibly the perfect cock - in length, girth and the best circumcision ever done.

While our encounter have all been oral (except for my hands on his nipples), and the oral always being my mouth on his cock. I shouldn't say "all" - as he likes to stand behind me and tease my ass a little with his big dick.

But it's never gone farther than that.

Normally he gives me about a 30 minute notice before getting together. The last time it was over three hours.

I don't know why, but I decided to 'prep' for a fuck. He gave me no reason to think we would go in this direction - either in this meeting or any previous get together, but I did it anyways.

I'm glad I did.

We started off the same old way, and I'm not complaining if that's all we did. His body feels great against mine. His cock feels great in my mouth. He likes my hands on his chest, and I like them being there.

But he got behind me and rubbed. He told me one day he wanted to fuck me over my desk. I told him I wanted that too. He added, "next time I give you three hours notice, you should be ready for me".

I do believe I surprised him when I said, "I am ready for you now".

He greased up his cock and bent me over. I thought that would be that, but he just teased and then said he needed a condom.

Luckily (?) I had two in my desk drawer. I couldn't tell you what year they were or what the expiration date might be. I can't even tell you who might have brought/left them, because I know they weren't mine.

He squeezed into it, but it was a tight fit. He bent be back over the desk and speaking of tight fits.......that man stretched my hole. And he pummeled......for four minutes.

It wasn't working for him. Whether it was the position or the act, I wasn't sure yet. He was always a little skittish so with guys like this - and some of you know what I'm talking about - you have to play it delicately.

He didn't go right back to old trick guy, though he pulled off the rubber. I went and sucked him. I stood up and stroked his dong and played with his nipples. I praised his body and his skills. Guys love that shit....myself included. We are not complicated beings.

But this got him stiffer than ever before. He told me to lie on my back on the desk. I complied. His bare dick was still greased up and he lifted my legs. With great skill, he slid his cock into me. Pulled out. Then reinserted.

Almost to himself he said, "no....no.....we shouldn't be doing this....", but you could tell he was conflicted.

"Do you have another rubber?". I knew the risk:  say 'no' and possibly not getting fucked and even scaring him off forever. Or say 'yes' and get fucked, but with a baggie. I brought out the last of the rubbers.

Within seconds of rolling it on, he was back in me.

The man is a master at fucking. But completely selfish fucking. ....not that I'm complaining. There is something hot about a guy only getting off for his needs and not worrying a bit about the guy under him. I'm sure I've touched on this before - haven't I? I can't be the only one who thinks this, right?

Since we had been playing on and off for 30-40 minutes, he wasn't going to last long and didn't. Maybe 7-8 minutes of fucking. He busted his nut in the rubber while up my ass.

Due to that lingering sensitivity issue, he didn't last long up there and pulled out way sooner than I wanted him to, and much too quickly.

Now I didn't take Psych 101 for nothing. I got something out of that class, though we never used examples as specific as this:

With a trash can no more than one foot from him, he peeled off the rubber and dropped it right on the floor between me and him.

In his mind, he knew he couldn't give me the load directly by fucking my ass, but he was leaving me the load. Period.

I wasn't about to let it go to waste and deep down he knew it.

He dressed and left with the promise to return.

I gathered his spent rubber and held it so all juices collected into the tip, to see how much cum he might have shot.

And none of you should worry, but I emptied those contents right onto my outstretched tongue.

And yes, I sent him the picture. He knows what he did. He knew what I would do - though it was unsaid.

And yes, I proved him right.

Holiday Party Aftermath

I was there for a holiday party. Me and 100 or so of the closest people I've never laid eyes on. However, I knew the hosts - both of them, though one I have known for pushing 30 years. Yikes. I possibly knew 2-3 others.

But I got to meet and hang with a group of 4-5 that I seemed to have something in common. They were fun and funny, but that kind of crowd you didn't dare walk away from as you know they'd rip you to shreds.

There were a few draws to the party:  one was the host I didn't know as well. It was my understanding he had a big cock.  The second was I heard they had a sex room for those willing, while others just enjoyed the drinks, food and seasonal company.

Indeed there was a room with a sling. A TV for porn, but it wasn't playing anything. No one was making a move to that room - and oddly, I didn't want to be the first.

As it turned out, no one made the move to be first. At least by the time I left at 12:30a. Shame. I had a good time, but not the experience I thought I'd be having.

The next morning, I got a message from that host I wanted saying I should have stuck around another hour - as that when things got started. Not sure why so late, but oh well. I was up front and said I was sorry, as I wanted to see and feel his cock. He was just up front saying he really wanted to fuck my ass. Double bummer.

Knowing they had a house full of guests, I invited him to my place, but he had to help clean up or his partner would kill him.  Triple bummer.

A few minutes later, I got a message back saying, I should come over and he'd fuck me. His partner gave him the ok to breed my ass. I wasn't sure how it was going to work, but I headed over there. He said the front door would be open. It was.

"Dan" met me at the door. I passed "Bill", his partner, and nodded. He nodded back, not a word was spoken. I was taken down to the rec room as Bill was cleaning up the kitchen.  Dan told me on the way down, "the bartender from last night is crashed on the couch, but he has 9" so if he wakes up, it might be fun".

I remembered the bartender. At least behind the bar and clothed with cowboy boots on, he looked hot in his own way. It could be fun.

Down in the rec room, I immediately rubbed Dan's dick. Soon it was out and in my mouth. Growing. Pushing 8.5", but it was the thickness that was impressive. It was literally a tube of meat. I'm not patting myself on the back, but soon enough my nose was in his pubes. He liked it. I loved it.

His hands were on my head, then down my back as I took him into my throat. You know how that goes - then they trailed down to my ass, under my jeans. Since I was commando, his hand found my crack. I couldn't get out of those pants fast enough.

At this point, not a word was said. Even noises were at a minimum as the bartender slept four feet away.

We both disrobed completely and I was on my knees, shoulders down as Dan put his spit-slicked cock to my hole. Granted, it was a tight fit, but he pushed into me, and I sank back onto him. It felt good. It felt right.

Dan wasn't fucking me hard - just slow and steady. Very slow actually. After a few minutes, he pulled out and said he needed some lube. I thought for a second it was odd, as things were moving nicely, but he's the top!

A few minutes later, his cock properly slick, he was back in me.

Later, he would tell me that he needed lube to minimize the friction. He felt so good with just spit, he thought he would cum too soon and the lube desensitized him a bit.

This is why I'm not a top. I don't know these things.

Dan went on to fuck me for quite a while. Mind you, he probably got off only a few hours before this, since the back room party got started late, but that was ok, I like being fucked.

Mind you, at the beginning I was being somewhat quiet thinking the sleeping bartender should sleep, but part of me want his 9" dick. So "maybe" I moaned more than was needed as Dan pumped my hole. The trick worked and the bartender stirred and looked up.

But he just got up, and walked to the bathroom - jeans on, no shirt. On the way back out though he didn't button up. He walked right in front of me and presented his dick. Naturally I opened my mouth and took it in. It was flaccid when it started, but I got it fully erect, though it was easily 2" shorter than 9.

Since I was on my knees, shoulders still down, taking it up the ass, the feeder's angle was all off. He tried squatting and even sitting on the floor. Finally, I leaned over and dragged a folding chair over - he sat in it, spread his legs and I was finally getting it from both ends.

Due to the house still being full of sleeping guests, ones who were not as open as we were being, we still remained fairly quiet. Actually, except for a few sighs, the bartender said not a word, though his hand went behind my head.

Dan kept fucking my hole, slowing down at times, which again I later found out was to stop him from cumming too soon. But in theory the launch code had been activated and it was only a matter of time - not that I knew it.

Dan's in and out motions never quite changed in thrust or severity. There was no pre-vocal warnings to his eminent ejaculation. Soon there was just a defining moan, with both the bartender and myself knowing what was happening. And it happened for a while.

Dan had a large load, especially since it had only been six hours since his orgasm. Of course he stayed in for a minute while I milked his bone.

As he pulled out, the bartender pushed my head off his cock stood up and walked around to where Dan was exiting. Without a word, without ceremony, he pushed in right up my ass. He was truly a man of few words. He said nothing. Some grunts, but that was about it.

Dan had moved in front of me and I was cleaning off his dick while bartender just fucked to his own content. I was barely apart of the equation. He did know me, I didn't even have him get me a drink the night before, as the beer was just self-serve.

It didn't matter. I didn't matter. For him at that moment, I was a utility, but I put myself in that situation and I wasn't complaining even if I hadn't.

The man finally said two words amongst some groans, "ohhhh yeahhhhh".  It was low. The voice wasn't going to carry upstairs for anyone else to hear. I'm not even sure he said it for anyone other than himself, like some kind of affirmation of getting his nut.

Like walking out of the bathroom to my mouth, there was no fanfare to him finishing, pulling out and going back to lay on the couch. Dan just smiled.

We both put on our clothes walked upstairs. I nodded again to Bill and left.