He works near me. Near enough anyways.
He's not in my top 10 choice of guys.......and I'm being nice with that number. There is something to be said for convenience.
The guy is not really my type. Maybe too flamboyant, or the potential to be. Be it the hair, the product, the walk, the talk, the cologne. I get I'm supposed to embrace my brethren, but it doesn't mean I have to have sex with them.
It was a weak-ish moment. I actually figured he'd be the one sucking my cock. And I mean, he did, but he didn't suck me off.
Backing up. It was a Grindr thing. I swung by his office and waited for the all-clear signal. I walked in, he not only closed and locked the door but put cases of paper behind the door. I'm good with not getting caught.
He did go down on me, as mentioned. But it was clear he wasn't going to take the load. He pulled out his 7" cock and told me to suck it. For all the things that didn't draw me to him, his attitude did.
"That's it cocksucker, swallow my dick". I'm all about the degradation and the dirty talk. I wouldn't have guessed he had it in him. He actually pulled it off well.
"Are you ready for it?". I'm assuming he meant his load, but I hadn't been sucking long. But there it was. A decent amount went right into my mouth. I was still swallowing and savoring when he zipped up and told me to get out. He was picking up the boxes that blocked the door - checked for traffic and then gave me the thumbs up to leave.
It was a decent situation.
A few days later, he pings me again. He tells me of a bathroom where he's gonna stroke one out. Wanted me to join him. I told him I wanted to eat a load, but I had an idea. I was already in the appropriate stall when he walked in. He first went to the urinal...walked past my stall, peered through the crack to make sure it was me and took the adjoining stall.
The floor is dark marble. I could see the reflection well enough and could tell when he opened his pants. I could tell when he grabbed and stroked his cock. After that? Well.........you can watch the video below to see what my idea was and to what he went along with. Well, he knew about the first part, though you don't have to be a genius to figure it all out.
He left without another word.
I took a screen capture of me eating his load and sent it to him. He sent back and emoji of a pig.
Thursday, September 20, 2018
Sunday, August 26, 2018
Friends First
We've been friends for over 15 years.
When I met him, I told the man I was then seeing, "I've met the man I'm going to leave you for". He didn't think it was as funny as I did. But on some level, I'm not sure I was truly kidding.
At the time, the man smoldered. Handsome as fuck. A jet black, perfectly groomed goatee to go along with his jet black thick hair.
He is still is handsome as fuck. But we've been friends. Good friends, but not super close, mostly because I think his husband dislikes me. Probably because he thinks I have the hots for his husband - which I did. Which I do.
So months and months ago, "Rob" made a leering comment on Facebook about one of my FB friends. I chided back, "really? right in front of me??" It was then the cloak - metaphorically speaking - came off. For both of us.
There was flirting - where there hadn't really been for 15 years. Then it was just overt comments/suggestion, and finally overt propositions, oddly enough, from him. As much as I wanted him, I did worry it would be awkward and ruin our friendship if we attempted and it didn't go well. He agreed, but we kept poking - again, metaphorically speaking.
He had me stop by his place of work. Everyone had gone. Deep down I knew we should have dove right in, but there was a lot of standing around, shifting foot to foot - talking, laughing uncomfortably, hemming and hawing until he finally called it and said "it's not going to happen today". Duh. Deep down I knew that too. I went to break the ice. I went to get over an awkward phase, if we were going to do this at all.
Now and then, I'd ping him with a comment. We'd kind of feel each other out - so to speak. While I knew Rob well, neither of us knew our likes / dislikes when it came to sex. He knew I would volunteer at and attend CLAW. I knew he allegedly volunteered there too, but that was because an organization at which he donated time was a recipient of CLAW's donated funds. I didn't want to get him hung up on anything leather. He did say, "no butt stuff", since he's married. I'm ok with that. He was unsure about kissing - as was I.
Kissing me to me, as previously stated here, is way more intimate than fucking or putting or taking DNA in an ass. It's a different form of intimacy and both of our feelings were conflicted as it stood.
One morning with a picture of my freshly shaven nuts. He replied almost immediately. He suggested getting together later in the day. I could sneak away from work early, as could he. I showed up at the agreed upon time, we opted to not talk to start, as to not fall into that earlier trap.
Upstairs we went. right to their master suite. It's all very open concept - from the bed you can see the bathroom and shower. They're are no walls except for a partial one that blocks the toilet. My hand went to his chest and traveled downward right onto this work pants. There was a lump, but not a LUMP.
Rob's hand went to my crotch as well. I was hard. Very.
This surprised me to a degree. I had the nerves too, but as you all know, my dick doesn't always respond to my mind. It might not have been this time either, which is why I was solid down there.
He undid my belt, unzipped my pants and took out my cock. He loved it. I knew he would. He went to his knees and fuck if he wasn't an excellent cocksucker. I loved looking down at his handsome face and watching my cock disappear.
I should mention that we had discussed both of us wanting to suck the other. Normally it is not my thing, but he is not a normal guy in my life. I WANTED to please him in every way. I think it is why my cock was so hard.
Unbeknownst to me, I hadn't even known he had placed us in front of an enormous full length mirror that just leaned against a large post. Rob was an exhibitionist. I loved it and told him so. I placed my hand on his head and watched myself in the mirror push my cock into his mouth while tightly holding him in place. He took it like a champ.
Rob stood up and semi-spontaneously it happened. We kissed. And fuck if he wasn't good at it. The kissing was full of passion and fire. I had hoped it would be. And I had hoped it wouldn't be. It would have left a layer of complexity out of the mix had we been bad at it. We weren't.
We broke the kiss. Now it was my turn.
Me on my knees. Him watching in the mirror as I slapped his hand away from his belt. I was doing that. He apologized in advance for the size of his cock. He had one it before in texts, but I discounted those. No, he wasn't my size, but he had a great cock. I told him so, though I think he thinks I was just being nice. He knows me well enough that I don't say things just to be nice.
One of the problems with being friends first is that you possibly hold back on your sexual self - including the verbal. I was pleasantly surprised when Rob told said, "yeah sucking my fucking cock". It was like another barrier was taken down.
He moved his cock in and out of my mouth, telling me he liked seeing me drool over his dick.
This went on back and forth for well over an hour. We were either too nervous to cum or didn't really want it to end. I cannot speak for him, but I don't have an answer on my side as to which it would be.
Rob really wanted to see me cum. Again, I wanted to please him. He got on his knees. I told him to take off his shirt, but he denied me that. I jacked in front of him as he talked dirty to me, about me.
I asked if this is what he really wanted. He said he did, but he didn't know for what he was asking. I had not shot for almost three weeks. When I blasted off, I went whole hog. I hit his face, beard, forehead, and that shirt he wouldn't take off? I'm guessing pre-soaking might help out, but it's probably a goner.
Oddly, the redressing and walk out wasn't weird. I think we had dodged a bullet on multiple levels, though he didn't miss my sperm bullets.
We have repeated versions of this a few times since, though not with a jacking off scenario.
I now find myself in a quandary. Usually sex with friends doesn't end well, but mostly because of awkwardness, This isn't that. My problem is no one is leaving anyone for anyone else. Maybe I think I want what I cannot have. The crush I had 15 years ago still exists........but now it's kicked up a notch.
UGH!
....this was a post I bet you were not expecting. Me either.
There was flirting - where there hadn't really been for 15 years. Then it was just overt comments/suggestion, and finally overt propositions, oddly enough, from him. As much as I wanted him, I did worry it would be awkward and ruin our friendship if we attempted and it didn't go well. He agreed, but we kept poking - again, metaphorically speaking.
He had me stop by his place of work. Everyone had gone. Deep down I knew we should have dove right in, but there was a lot of standing around, shifting foot to foot - talking, laughing uncomfortably, hemming and hawing until he finally called it and said "it's not going to happen today". Duh. Deep down I knew that too. I went to break the ice. I went to get over an awkward phase, if we were going to do this at all.
Now and then, I'd ping him with a comment. We'd kind of feel each other out - so to speak. While I knew Rob well, neither of us knew our likes / dislikes when it came to sex. He knew I would volunteer at and attend CLAW. I knew he allegedly volunteered there too, but that was because an organization at which he donated time was a recipient of CLAW's donated funds. I didn't want to get him hung up on anything leather. He did say, "no butt stuff", since he's married. I'm ok with that. He was unsure about kissing - as was I.
Kissing me to me, as previously stated here, is way more intimate than fucking or putting or taking DNA in an ass. It's a different form of intimacy and both of our feelings were conflicted as it stood.
One morning with a picture of my freshly shaven nuts. He replied almost immediately. He suggested getting together later in the day. I could sneak away from work early, as could he. I showed up at the agreed upon time, we opted to not talk to start, as to not fall into that earlier trap.
Upstairs we went. right to their master suite. It's all very open concept - from the bed you can see the bathroom and shower. They're are no walls except for a partial one that blocks the toilet. My hand went to his chest and traveled downward right onto this work pants. There was a lump, but not a LUMP.
Rob's hand went to my crotch as well. I was hard. Very.
This surprised me to a degree. I had the nerves too, but as you all know, my dick doesn't always respond to my mind. It might not have been this time either, which is why I was solid down there.
He undid my belt, unzipped my pants and took out my cock. He loved it. I knew he would. He went to his knees and fuck if he wasn't an excellent cocksucker. I loved looking down at his handsome face and watching my cock disappear.
I should mention that we had discussed both of us wanting to suck the other. Normally it is not my thing, but he is not a normal guy in my life. I WANTED to please him in every way. I think it is why my cock was so hard.
Unbeknownst to me, I hadn't even known he had placed us in front of an enormous full length mirror that just leaned against a large post. Rob was an exhibitionist. I loved it and told him so. I placed my hand on his head and watched myself in the mirror push my cock into his mouth while tightly holding him in place. He took it like a champ.
Rob stood up and semi-spontaneously it happened. We kissed. And fuck if he wasn't good at it. The kissing was full of passion and fire. I had hoped it would be. And I had hoped it wouldn't be. It would have left a layer of complexity out of the mix had we been bad at it. We weren't.
We broke the kiss. Now it was my turn.
Me on my knees. Him watching in the mirror as I slapped his hand away from his belt. I was doing that. He apologized in advance for the size of his cock. He had one it before in texts, but I discounted those. No, he wasn't my size, but he had a great cock. I told him so, though I think he thinks I was just being nice. He knows me well enough that I don't say things just to be nice.
One of the problems with being friends first is that you possibly hold back on your sexual self - including the verbal. I was pleasantly surprised when Rob told said, "yeah sucking my fucking cock". It was like another barrier was taken down.
He moved his cock in and out of my mouth, telling me he liked seeing me drool over his dick.
This went on back and forth for well over an hour. We were either too nervous to cum or didn't really want it to end. I cannot speak for him, but I don't have an answer on my side as to which it would be.
Rob really wanted to see me cum. Again, I wanted to please him. He got on his knees. I told him to take off his shirt, but he denied me that. I jacked in front of him as he talked dirty to me, about me.
I asked if this is what he really wanted. He said he did, but he didn't know for what he was asking. I had not shot for almost three weeks. When I blasted off, I went whole hog. I hit his face, beard, forehead, and that shirt he wouldn't take off? I'm guessing pre-soaking might help out, but it's probably a goner.
Oddly, the redressing and walk out wasn't weird. I think we had dodged a bullet on multiple levels, though he didn't miss my sperm bullets.
We have repeated versions of this a few times since, though not with a jacking off scenario.
I now find myself in a quandary. Usually sex with friends doesn't end well, but mostly because of awkwardness, This isn't that. My problem is no one is leaving anyone for anyone else. Maybe I think I want what I cannot have. The crush I had 15 years ago still exists........but now it's kicked up a notch.
UGH!
....this was a post I bet you were not expecting. Me either.
Monday, July 23, 2018
Morning Load
The morning was different. I had to go to a training session in a different part of town than I normally work. Because the training location has no food, I stopped at Panera to order a salad to take to work. It was early in the morning, so I sat and had some tea and a muffin while killing time.
I got ping'd on Grindr by some guy a mile away. Decent guy, not great. Inherently you could tell he was a man of his word and someone who'd follow through, which takes him up a few pegs in my book. He was to the point as was I. He gave me an address and I said I'd be there in 10 minutes. I made it in 7.
However he was not there. Yet.
It turns out I was meeting him at his place, but not his place. It was a property he owned or managed that was currently kind of between tenants. It was a sex get away for him. That is, if a sex get away is a 2 bedroom 1 bath major-fixer-upper.
He arrived a few minutes after I did and entered through the back of the house to let me in the front. That entrance was more like a breezeway - and a place we'd never leave. It had a stained off white sofa and a stained off white.....ottoman?
It also had a floor, which is what I used when I went to my knees.
He had on jeans, which I gnawed on the crotch. I could feel the material start to expand as the flesh that was beneath it started to rise. I heard a moan too. Good. A man in need.
The guy had me stand up. Like an expert, he played with my nipples through both my dress and under shirts. You know I love tit work, but it's hit or miss on if a guy is good. This guy was superior. He had my legs, cock and butthole aquiver. He liked his tits played with too. And hard. Like SUPER hard. I was and still don't think it was enough.
I was putty in the guy's hands and had he wanted to bone my butt, I would have not only said 'yes' but begged him to do it. I alluded to as much, but I got no bites. Maybe on the 3rd or 4th time he just said he doesn't fuck guys. Damn.
Back to sucking it was.
This breezeway was a sauna. It had to be mid 90s by 8a outside and with no ventilation inside, He was ripe. You know that moment in a man's day where he smells manly - but not quite funky yet? Well he was to steps past that, but not to the point I couldn't function due to his odor. I was dying because of the heat, but doing my job.
There were times I did what I was doing, there were times he took over the pace. I was cool either way. He never took off his underwear, which was hot to me.
We stopped here and there for nip work which was frustrating for me. He knew what it did to me but I knew I'd get no follow-through and yet I didn't want him to stop, as it's such a great feeling for me. Still I knew my mouth was going to be the solution to his problem.
Plenty of times he would push me off of his cock as he was getting too close. I took it as a win and loved he was self-policing his orgasm. I didn't have to do the edging. That said, I did have a schedule to keep so not being in that control was a little disconcerting.
I gave into it though. I knew I'd still make it to work in time.
The guy had me sit on the stained sofa. By this time my pants were around my ankles along with my boxer briefs. I was openly stroking my own dick while servicing his. And I was still servicing his because he stood on the sofa and straddled my face. With his hands on the wall in front of him, he fed me cock. I took it oh so willingly.
He was once again close. His movements, his gasps for breath, the stiffness of his cock all told me this would be ending soon. He was leaning over me but still looking down at me. He was watching me take his dick. He liked seeing it disappear and reappear. I decided then and there to put on a show when it came time - which was just about now.
He tried to to bury his cock in my mouth when the orgasm came, but what little room I had to pull back, I took. With mouth open he could now see every pulse of sperm that left his cock and that got shot into my awaiting orifice. "Oh FUCK, that's hot" said he.
I had no doubt it was.
Then I swallowed.
He offered me a used towel from the floor to clean up with, but I hadn't cum and I made his all disappear, so save the sweat on my brow, I had nothing to get rid of.
As it was, I was going to training with a sense of satisfaction and the smell and taste of cum in my mouth.
I got ping'd on Grindr by some guy a mile away. Decent guy, not great. Inherently you could tell he was a man of his word and someone who'd follow through, which takes him up a few pegs in my book. He was to the point as was I. He gave me an address and I said I'd be there in 10 minutes. I made it in 7.
However he was not there. Yet.
It turns out I was meeting him at his place, but not his place. It was a property he owned or managed that was currently kind of between tenants. It was a sex get away for him. That is, if a sex get away is a 2 bedroom 1 bath major-fixer-upper.
He arrived a few minutes after I did and entered through the back of the house to let me in the front. That entrance was more like a breezeway - and a place we'd never leave. It had a stained off white sofa and a stained off white.....ottoman?
It also had a floor, which is what I used when I went to my knees.
He had on jeans, which I gnawed on the crotch. I could feel the material start to expand as the flesh that was beneath it started to rise. I heard a moan too. Good. A man in need.
The guy had me stand up. Like an expert, he played with my nipples through both my dress and under shirts. You know I love tit work, but it's hit or miss on if a guy is good. This guy was superior. He had my legs, cock and butthole aquiver. He liked his tits played with too. And hard. Like SUPER hard. I was and still don't think it was enough.
I was putty in the guy's hands and had he wanted to bone my butt, I would have not only said 'yes' but begged him to do it. I alluded to as much, but I got no bites. Maybe on the 3rd or 4th time he just said he doesn't fuck guys. Damn.
Back to sucking it was.
This breezeway was a sauna. It had to be mid 90s by 8a outside and with no ventilation inside, He was ripe. You know that moment in a man's day where he smells manly - but not quite funky yet? Well he was to steps past that, but not to the point I couldn't function due to his odor. I was dying because of the heat, but doing my job.
There were times I did what I was doing, there were times he took over the pace. I was cool either way. He never took off his underwear, which was hot to me.
We stopped here and there for nip work which was frustrating for me. He knew what it did to me but I knew I'd get no follow-through and yet I didn't want him to stop, as it's such a great feeling for me. Still I knew my mouth was going to be the solution to his problem.
Plenty of times he would push me off of his cock as he was getting too close. I took it as a win and loved he was self-policing his orgasm. I didn't have to do the edging. That said, I did have a schedule to keep so not being in that control was a little disconcerting.
I gave into it though. I knew I'd still make it to work in time.
The guy had me sit on the stained sofa. By this time my pants were around my ankles along with my boxer briefs. I was openly stroking my own dick while servicing his. And I was still servicing his because he stood on the sofa and straddled my face. With his hands on the wall in front of him, he fed me cock. I took it oh so willingly.
He was once again close. His movements, his gasps for breath, the stiffness of his cock all told me this would be ending soon. He was leaning over me but still looking down at me. He was watching me take his dick. He liked seeing it disappear and reappear. I decided then and there to put on a show when it came time - which was just about now.
He tried to to bury his cock in my mouth when the orgasm came, but what little room I had to pull back, I took. With mouth open he could now see every pulse of sperm that left his cock and that got shot into my awaiting orifice. "Oh FUCK, that's hot" said he.
I had no doubt it was.
Then I swallowed.
He offered me a used towel from the floor to clean up with, but I hadn't cum and I made his all disappear, so save the sweat on my brow, I had nothing to get rid of.
As it was, I was going to training with a sense of satisfaction and the smell and taste of cum in my mouth.
Monday, July 16, 2018
Face Fucked
"Suck my dick" was the text I received. I replied, "what's the magic work".....and apparently it's "cocksucker".
Who knew?
He backed off due to my availability.....that damned job I have and all. I did message him I was leaving and if he had to run an errand that happened to be near my house in 15 minutes, he might want to consider doing that errand. He was at my house in 15 minutes. What he told his wife, husband or partner, I have no idea. And I really have no idea to whom he's attached. Nor do I care. I just know he loves me sucking his cock and well, I like doing it.
It had been months. We had been more regular. Maybe twice a week. Then things dropped off to the point I figured he found this blog and got repulsed by the volume of cocks I service. It can be quite daunting. You are either really turned on by that kind of behavior or totally turned off. It's doubtful there is any in between.
I was waiting for him by the front door. He was about to say 'hi' when he saw me just slowly palming the mound in my shorts.
It's not that he cares about my cock. He's never seen it. He never will. He just figured out my level of horniness. He said nothing and walked past me and headed to where I almost always suck him if it is at my place - my home office, the location of so many guys I've had.
With "Dave" I don't really fool around. There is some talk, but not much. I got down on my knees and mouthed his mound, which was covered by white shorts. I hope he wasn't going home right away, as I made them noticeably damp with my saliva.
As it so happened, when I went to my knees, I was right next to the desk. I unzipped his shorts and hauled out his cock, as i fucking love the look of a cock just hanging from a fly. ....though he wasn't really hanging if you get my drift.
To get a good angle, I kind of sat on the floor. As I did, my head was right next to the wide end of the desk. In essence, I was trapped between his dick and the desk. I just didn't know if he realized this yet.
I think he did and he didn't. He knew enough to tease me, just feeding me the head of his cock. Feeding me just as much as he wanted to - which was little. I know he loves head work. But at that moment, I don't think he realized the full potential of what he could do or how he could control.
But it didn't take long.
Usually Dave is a passive suck. He sits in a chair with his legs spread. I do all the work. All of it. I'm not complaining. We all have our places.....our roles. Mine is cocksucker.
But he fed me more and more cock. Soon, my head was pressed hard against the desk, his pubes were in my mouth. I had nowhere to go.....not that I was looking to get away. He liked this. A lot.
Maybe I'd been getting a Dave who was hiding a more aggressive side, because it came out all too easily. With no hands on my head, he started giving me his dick fully and withdrawing the same way. The pace picked up. He was brutal about it, but it felt so fucking good. Not just the cock, but the scene.
At one point he pulled out and just kept moving his hips. "Your beard is gonna smell like cock", said he. And a few seconds later, he followed up the verbal with, ".....and your breath is gonna smell like cum".
I was hard before, but I was BONE hard now. He is not really a
He shoved his cock back into my mouth and just went to town. The man had skills. I don't mean this badly, his cock is average, but how he uses it, especially earlier today (oh yes, a same day post!). He got me to the point where he had me gagging ever so slightly. That is no small feat.
While I'd love to say I was turning him on, I suspect - and hope I'm right - he was turning himself on. I think he liked this side of him as much as I did. I'm hoping he suppressed this in the past not wishing to scare me, and now he knows it's better than ok; or I'm hoping it is new-found and he will be doing this more often.
I think he got closer than he wanted to at the time, but there was no going back.
The face fucking did not let up with his ejaculation. He just kept pummeling my mouth. He's not horribly verbal when he's about to cum, and usually I'm the one sucking it out, so I can feel the hardness getting harder. Not this time.
I wasn't sure he was cumming at first. So much went to the back of my throat, or deeper and his mouth fucking just kept pushing it down further. I barely tasted it....................at first.
The volume was so fucking heavy it just started backing up in my mouth. With the violent assault, internally I started to worry a little. Breathing was more difficult. My eyes were tearing up. I started to choke a little on the amount of jizz. With his withdraw and reinsertion, I felt cum dribble out of my mouth, down my chin and onto my shirt.
Part of me hates that I lost a drop. Part of me was completely turned on that I missed some because of the delivery method.
"Don't you dare take it out of your mouth, I'm not done!" And he wasn't.
I love holding it all in my mouth and doing a big gulp but this time it was not possible. I know some went right down my throat, but I had to swallow at all times just to keep up.
He did pull out and then goes, "I'm gonna cum again". My immediate thought was, 'really'? But he tugged his shaft had and fast about 10 times and pushed it between my lips. It wasn't a huge load, but compared to the one I had just gotten, anything would have seemed tiny.
He got himself together while I kind of sat their dazed. Then he just said 'thanks' and walked out.
I've been thinking of this since: while faggots like me want the tops to have all the power, they rarely do. A good cocksucker controls the situation far more than not. He's the one who can get the top off, usually at his pace and his will. The top becomes a quivering mess just begging for release.
This was not one of those time. I had zero control. I suppose I could have tried to steady his hips and motion, but I didn't. And I didn't want to.
I loved being fully at his mercy.
I am a cocksucker.
Who knew?
He backed off due to my availability.....that damned job I have and all. I did message him I was leaving and if he had to run an errand that happened to be near my house in 15 minutes, he might want to consider doing that errand. He was at my house in 15 minutes. What he told his wife, husband or partner, I have no idea. And I really have no idea to whom he's attached. Nor do I care. I just know he loves me sucking his cock and well, I like doing it.
It had been months. We had been more regular. Maybe twice a week. Then things dropped off to the point I figured he found this blog and got repulsed by the volume of cocks I service. It can be quite daunting. You are either really turned on by that kind of behavior or totally turned off. It's doubtful there is any in between.
I was waiting for him by the front door. He was about to say 'hi' when he saw me just slowly palming the mound in my shorts.
It's not that he cares about my cock. He's never seen it. He never will. He just figured out my level of horniness. He said nothing and walked past me and headed to where I almost always suck him if it is at my place - my home office, the location of so many guys I've had.
With "Dave" I don't really fool around. There is some talk, but not much. I got down on my knees and mouthed his mound, which was covered by white shorts. I hope he wasn't going home right away, as I made them noticeably damp with my saliva.
As it so happened, when I went to my knees, I was right next to the desk. I unzipped his shorts and hauled out his cock, as i fucking love the look of a cock just hanging from a fly. ....though he wasn't really hanging if you get my drift.
To get a good angle, I kind of sat on the floor. As I did, my head was right next to the wide end of the desk. In essence, I was trapped between his dick and the desk. I just didn't know if he realized this yet.
I think he did and he didn't. He knew enough to tease me, just feeding me the head of his cock. Feeding me just as much as he wanted to - which was little. I know he loves head work. But at that moment, I don't think he realized the full potential of what he could do or how he could control.
But it didn't take long.
Usually Dave is a passive suck. He sits in a chair with his legs spread. I do all the work. All of it. I'm not complaining. We all have our places.....our roles. Mine is cocksucker.
But he fed me more and more cock. Soon, my head was pressed hard against the desk, his pubes were in my mouth. I had nowhere to go.....not that I was looking to get away. He liked this. A lot.
Maybe I'd been getting a Dave who was hiding a more aggressive side, because it came out all too easily. With no hands on my head, he started giving me his dick fully and withdrawing the same way. The pace picked up. He was brutal about it, but it felt so fucking good. Not just the cock, but the scene.
At one point he pulled out and just kept moving his hips. "Your beard is gonna smell like cock", said he. And a few seconds later, he followed up the verbal with, ".....and your breath is gonna smell like cum".
I was hard before, but I was BONE hard now. He is not really a
He shoved his cock back into my mouth and just went to town. The man had skills. I don't mean this badly, his cock is average, but how he uses it, especially earlier today (oh yes, a same day post!). He got me to the point where he had me gagging ever so slightly. That is no small feat.
While I'd love to say I was turning him on, I suspect - and hope I'm right - he was turning himself on. I think he liked this side of him as much as I did. I'm hoping he suppressed this in the past not wishing to scare me, and now he knows it's better than ok; or I'm hoping it is new-found and he will be doing this more often.
I think he got closer than he wanted to at the time, but there was no going back.
The face fucking did not let up with his ejaculation. He just kept pummeling my mouth. He's not horribly verbal when he's about to cum, and usually I'm the one sucking it out, so I can feel the hardness getting harder. Not this time.
I wasn't sure he was cumming at first. So much went to the back of my throat, or deeper and his mouth fucking just kept pushing it down further. I barely tasted it....................at first.
The volume was so fucking heavy it just started backing up in my mouth. With the violent assault, internally I started to worry a little. Breathing was more difficult. My eyes were tearing up. I started to choke a little on the amount of jizz. With his withdraw and reinsertion, I felt cum dribble out of my mouth, down my chin and onto my shirt.
Part of me hates that I lost a drop. Part of me was completely turned on that I missed some because of the delivery method.
"Don't you dare take it out of your mouth, I'm not done!" And he wasn't.
I love holding it all in my mouth and doing a big gulp but this time it was not possible. I know some went right down my throat, but I had to swallow at all times just to keep up.
He did pull out and then goes, "I'm gonna cum again". My immediate thought was, 'really'? But he tugged his shaft had and fast about 10 times and pushed it between my lips. It wasn't a huge load, but compared to the one I had just gotten, anything would have seemed tiny.
He got himself together while I kind of sat their dazed. Then he just said 'thanks' and walked out.
I've been thinking of this since: while faggots like me want the tops to have all the power, they rarely do. A good cocksucker controls the situation far more than not. He's the one who can get the top off, usually at his pace and his will. The top becomes a quivering mess just begging for release.
This was not one of those time. I had zero control. I suppose I could have tried to steady his hips and motion, but I didn't. And I didn't want to.
I loved being fully at his mercy.
I am a cocksucker.
Wednesday, July 04, 2018
Saturday, June 23, 2018
Hotel Breed & Seed
He was in town and hit me up. Actually, he was at the hotel closest to where I live – less than a mile
away. Convenient for me. And for him.
I knew from the get-go that I’d have to be the top here. There’d be no flipping or manipulating the situation to get his dick. That was a shame, as it was a nice cock. I can’t say what compelled me to hook- up, as in my mind, I wasn’t really in a top mood, yet here I was, heading to the Doubletree to meet some guy from Seattle.
In his Scruff chat, he mentioned how he’d been taking dick up the ass since 14……from a friend of the family. And how that ‘friend’ loaned him out to his buddies. It should be noted that the family friends was more than twice the guy’s age at the time. That shit bones me up, big time…..which is probably why I was headed to the hotel.
He sent me his room number and told me his check out time. I told him he’d see me at 10a.
He opened the door without hesitation. Naked. Like he should be. He wanted to go back to the bed room, but I wasn’t there yet. That room was dark. I like the light sometimes. I know from the room position that no one could see in – which was a shame – but I stayed put and he came back to me without question.
While I had slipped on a chrome cock ring before heading down, I could not believe how hard my cock was at the start. As you all know, while recent history here at this blog doesn’t reflect it, I am more geared to being this guy than being the top. I pulled it out of my shorts and it bounced up and hit his face. He immediately went for it so I had to push him back. He had to learn patience and manners. He’s been doing this since 14, surely he knew the score, no?
I sat my ass on his hotel sofa. I kicked off my shorts and spread my legs. He got on his knees and made it between those legs. I told him to start with my balls. Lightly. I never know why but my nuts are so sensitive at this time in the play. After you suck my dick or do anything my balls are rarely, if ever, this responsive to touch of a tongue.
He worked his way up my shaft – which was throbbing by now – and took my head in between his lips. Looking up at me, initially, he made eye contact as he took inch after inch into his mouth.
Now this is where there was a disconnect. There was zero wrong with his sucking. Good alternating styles. Not teeth. The right amount of his saliva. Eager. …..and yet is was doing little for me. Even BikeGuy the Bottom can enjoy good head. And it was all ok, but I just wasn’t really responding though I put a good show of it. I can play the part.
My dick was still pretty hard, but I saw some of the stiffness wane. I peppered him questions about his family friend and his friend’s friends. He was all too willing a participant in taking random strangers – adults – up his teen ass. He confirmed for me that he had lost count of how many men have fucked him. It made my dick strain.
I made him lick lower….and lower….until his lips were planted on my shitter. He licked enthusiastically. Again – I should be loving this, and it was all ok, but not really feeling it.
For my own pleasure, I made him stand up and sucked his cock. Yes, I am selfish enough that even though my dick is feeling ok…..I wanted more. Something that would satisfy me. I knew I wasn’t going to get him to cum, but just to feel the heft of a cock in my mouth was going to get me farther along in the process. He was either like me and a good actor, or he really liked my style. I guess we will never know.
It was time. We went back to the bed. I pulled the curtains back to let in light. First, I like to see what’s going on. Secondly, I wanted natural light for the video. Yeah – I knew exactly what I was doing.
Immediately he assume the position – face down, ass up. I suppose I could have changed how I was gonna bone him, but it never crossed my mind to change how it went down. I should have taken some of the lead in that way, but I didn’t. I didn’t care enough – certainly didn’t care enough about him. I leaned down and looked right at his hole. I lapped at it a few times, then got a wad ready and spat right onto his fuck hole.
No lube other than my own spit, I could have pushed into him easily, but this is a guy who’s been fucked since 14. I felt he’d really need to feel it. I lined up and punched all 7.5” into him. To the hilt. He groaned like a bitch but took it way too easily. I wasn’t the first to do this to him – probably this trip, though he denied it.
As you’ll see, I fucked him for a while. I varied my strokes. You don’t get the entire fuck on video, but it’s a nice representation. He wanted the load buried. I wanted the load buried. But I was videoing. You’ve seen me bury the load. Or more to the fact – you haven’t seen it. You see the dick buried…..you hear me moan or say something nasty…..or they moan and take it. Again, as you’ll see, I did a porn movie move – I withdrew enough for you to see me shoot it on his hole (not all over his ass like the weak porn movies) and then push it in.
Also unlike bad porn that shoots it all on the hole and then pushes in pretending like they’re still cumming, when all know they’re not – I just let you see the first squirt or so and then give him all I have……..straight up his ass.
The stranger got a week’s worth of spunk. I’m hoping it stuck to his guts. I slipped out, used his bathroom to clean off my cock. Found my shorts, pulled them on and left. I was well done with my day before ever realizing I never even gave him the option to cum. In theory, I could have gone to my knees and sucked him off. Or stood there and watched him jack till he shot. I did neither. It never crossed my mind.
He texted me when he landed in Seattle. My load was still in him.
Excellent.
Hotel Breed and Seed
I knew from the get-go that I’d have to be the top here. There’d be no flipping or manipulating the situation to get his dick. That was a shame, as it was a nice cock. I can’t say what compelled me to hook- up, as in my mind, I wasn’t really in a top mood, yet here I was, heading to the Doubletree to meet some guy from Seattle.
In his Scruff chat, he mentioned how he’d been taking dick up the ass since 14……from a friend of the family. And how that ‘friend’ loaned him out to his buddies. It should be noted that the family friends was more than twice the guy’s age at the time. That shit bones me up, big time…..which is probably why I was headed to the hotel.
He sent me his room number and told me his check out time. I told him he’d see me at 10a.
He opened the door without hesitation. Naked. Like he should be. He wanted to go back to the bed room, but I wasn’t there yet. That room was dark. I like the light sometimes. I know from the room position that no one could see in – which was a shame – but I stayed put and he came back to me without question.
While I had slipped on a chrome cock ring before heading down, I could not believe how hard my cock was at the start. As you all know, while recent history here at this blog doesn’t reflect it, I am more geared to being this guy than being the top. I pulled it out of my shorts and it bounced up and hit his face. He immediately went for it so I had to push him back. He had to learn patience and manners. He’s been doing this since 14, surely he knew the score, no?
I sat my ass on his hotel sofa. I kicked off my shorts and spread my legs. He got on his knees and made it between those legs. I told him to start with my balls. Lightly. I never know why but my nuts are so sensitive at this time in the play. After you suck my dick or do anything my balls are rarely, if ever, this responsive to touch of a tongue.
He worked his way up my shaft – which was throbbing by now – and took my head in between his lips. Looking up at me, initially, he made eye contact as he took inch after inch into his mouth.
Now this is where there was a disconnect. There was zero wrong with his sucking. Good alternating styles. Not teeth. The right amount of his saliva. Eager. …..and yet is was doing little for me. Even BikeGuy the Bottom can enjoy good head. And it was all ok, but I just wasn’t really responding though I put a good show of it. I can play the part.
My dick was still pretty hard, but I saw some of the stiffness wane. I peppered him questions about his family friend and his friend’s friends. He was all too willing a participant in taking random strangers – adults – up his teen ass. He confirmed for me that he had lost count of how many men have fucked him. It made my dick strain.
I made him lick lower….and lower….until his lips were planted on my shitter. He licked enthusiastically. Again – I should be loving this, and it was all ok, but not really feeling it.
For my own pleasure, I made him stand up and sucked his cock. Yes, I am selfish enough that even though my dick is feeling ok…..I wanted more. Something that would satisfy me. I knew I wasn’t going to get him to cum, but just to feel the heft of a cock in my mouth was going to get me farther along in the process. He was either like me and a good actor, or he really liked my style. I guess we will never know.
It was time. We went back to the bed. I pulled the curtains back to let in light. First, I like to see what’s going on. Secondly, I wanted natural light for the video. Yeah – I knew exactly what I was doing.
Immediately he assume the position – face down, ass up. I suppose I could have changed how I was gonna bone him, but it never crossed my mind to change how it went down. I should have taken some of the lead in that way, but I didn’t. I didn’t care enough – certainly didn’t care enough about him. I leaned down and looked right at his hole. I lapped at it a few times, then got a wad ready and spat right onto his fuck hole.
No lube other than my own spit, I could have pushed into him easily, but this is a guy who’s been fucked since 14. I felt he’d really need to feel it. I lined up and punched all 7.5” into him. To the hilt. He groaned like a bitch but took it way too easily. I wasn’t the first to do this to him – probably this trip, though he denied it.
As you’ll see, I fucked him for a while. I varied my strokes. You don’t get the entire fuck on video, but it’s a nice representation. He wanted the load buried. I wanted the load buried. But I was videoing. You’ve seen me bury the load. Or more to the fact – you haven’t seen it. You see the dick buried…..you hear me moan or say something nasty…..or they moan and take it. Again, as you’ll see, I did a porn movie move – I withdrew enough for you to see me shoot it on his hole (not all over his ass like the weak porn movies) and then push it in.
Also unlike bad porn that shoots it all on the hole and then pushes in pretending like they’re still cumming, when all know they’re not – I just let you see the first squirt or so and then give him all I have……..straight up his ass.
The stranger got a week’s worth of spunk. I’m hoping it stuck to his guts. I slipped out, used his bathroom to clean off my cock. Found my shorts, pulled them on and left. I was well done with my day before ever realizing I never even gave him the option to cum. In theory, I could have gone to my knees and sucked him off. Or stood there and watched him jack till he shot. I did neither. It never crossed my mind.
He texted me when he landed in Seattle. My load was still in him.
Excellent.
Hotel Breed and Seed
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
Saturday, June 09, 2018
CLAW 2018 #2
This will start more pathetic than it ends up. I’m still at CLAW. It’s later in the day. I’ve had some flirts,
but no actual action other than blindfolded whore guy.
There was one guy and his boy hanging out while I was working. They were volunteers. As I sat and did my work while waiting for me to give them an assignment. The boy was hotter than the man, but the man had it all over him – and me – in terms of confidence and forwardness. Soon his hand was under my kilt, and at my ass. Soon after that there was a finger, then two, in my ass. I did nothing to discourage the behavior.
The 2nd in charge of CLAW walked in and chuckled. “Do you even know him?” was his question to me, but in front of the guy(s), which I took to be rhetorical. And of course I knew him. His name was on the volunteer roster. Geeze! That said, I did have to send the guy and his boy away for two consecutive 90 minute shifts, so it wasn’t meant to be. He wanted me to come to his hotel room, which I was for, until he told me which hotel – which wasn’t even any of the three host hotels. Nope. Not happening.
A kid – ok maybe 28 – gorgeous as fuck, with a thick chain around his neck, clasped with a padlock, stood in front of me, also a volunteer. I made him wait for his assignment just so I could stare. He stared right back. I know I was a ‘daddy’ to him, but he looked at me every so sexily. I wanted him bad, but duty called and he had to go do his job. I wasn’t trying to be subtle to him, but really had no idea anyone else in the room was noticing. They all burst into laughter after he left. Laughing at me. I had nothing to be ashamed about. I never saw him again.
I got pinged by blindfolded guy, asking if I had another load in me. I did. But did I want to visit something I’ve already had? I really wanted to get bred myself, but it was turning out to be less and less of an opportunity. Still there had to be other guys to top, no? Maybe – but timing and opportunity were not intersecting in the venn diagram of sex. I caved and said yes.
Back to the 16 th floor for me. Between the elevator and the room, I passed a good looking young guy. Probably late 20s. Handsome. Smooth. Harness, shorts and boots on only. We caught each other’s eye. I never turned back around. 1604 was open. I pushed in and went in and shut the door. Buttboy was still in place…..still blindfolded. What a whore.
I barely pushed into him when there was a knock on the door. I asked if he invited another, but he said not a word. Just like last time, he was silent. WTF, I thought. I withdrew and went to the door and opened it. What did I care if there was another. It would make it hotter. I like an audience. #Not even looking through the peep hole, I opened the door. There stood the guy I just passed. Not really thinking, I assumed he was invited here and just looking for the room and we arrived around the same time. This was not the case. He assumed it was my room and was bold enough to knock on the door to get at me. I’d find this out later, of course.
I went back to our host and stuck my hard cock into. I got an ‘umphf’ as I slammed my dick into what I knew what was a well-used hole. The kid stood next to me and dropped his shorts. It was a decent piece, but nothing that would stop traffic. Turns out he wasn’t dropping trou to show me his dick. He turned to the side to show me that hairless white ass. He was watching my hard cock going in and out of this other guy. He silently nodded his head for me to follow him out the door. For all my faults, I am a decent guy. I felt bad just ditching the guy bending over for me, but I had already given him a load – as had others. So I did the next best thing: faked my own orgasm. He had so much jizz in him, he’d never really know. I followed the kids out into the hall, waiting for him to lead the way to his room.
His room turned out to be the stairwell between 17 and 16. He assumed I had a room, I assumed he did. This guy had either just come from another’s room or just cruising the hotel hallways looking for action – and apparently finding it. #I’m a big fan of public or semi-public sex, so a stairwell wasn’t a ‘no’ from me. I did look: no cameras. And no one was walking down or up 16-17 flights of stairs, even though the wait for the elevators seemed interminable. He clearly wasn’t fazed – and might have already done it here, since he went right to it. His vinyl shorts came off and tossed on a stair ahead of him. He reached down to balance on one of those risers.
I did coat my cock with spit, but there was no foreplay other than him insisting on kissing. He was adamant about that, but not good at the deed. I wasn’t there to teach him. He bent over, exposing his little pink hole. I put my pink pole into it.
Like the last guy, he was no stranger to stranger cock. The hole was receptive, but tighter than the last guy. This guy was younger, so it stands to reason he hadn’t taken as much cock in his lifetime, though you just never know. He wasn’t silent, but he wasn’t noisy. He was getting fucked and liked it. I was ambivalent, to be honest. I’d rather it be me bending over in this stairwell while some unknown guy I’d never see again seeded my cunt.
Like the last time, I could hold out easily. I’m getting used to fucking more and not being so quick on the draw. He took every inch like a champ, and he took it hard. There was nothing special about the fuck for me – other than the locale. But I had a load brewing and I was going to get rid of it – and may as well dump in some basically anonymous butt, right? (you know the answer.)
I unleashed. It’s like I hadn’t even shot a few hours before, yet here I was spraying inside this kid. He loved it. Of course he would…..and I’m not patting myself on the back. I could be anyone to this guy.
I let it slip out this time instead of yanking it out. Without even asking he sank to his knees and cleaned me off. Good boy.
We exited the stairwell into the hallway. He insisted on kissing again. He was still bad at it. Ironically, I ended up taking the stairs down 10 flights, as it was a wait for the elevators. When I got downstairs I had a scruff message from the blindfolded guy thanking me for the load (ha!) and asking if there was someone else in the room with me.
I never answered him.
There was one guy and his boy hanging out while I was working. They were volunteers. As I sat and did my work while waiting for me to give them an assignment. The boy was hotter than the man, but the man had it all over him – and me – in terms of confidence and forwardness. Soon his hand was under my kilt, and at my ass. Soon after that there was a finger, then two, in my ass. I did nothing to discourage the behavior.
The 2nd in charge of CLAW walked in and chuckled. “Do you even know him?” was his question to me, but in front of the guy(s), which I took to be rhetorical. And of course I knew him. His name was on the volunteer roster. Geeze! That said, I did have to send the guy and his boy away for two consecutive 90 minute shifts, so it wasn’t meant to be. He wanted me to come to his hotel room, which I was for, until he told me which hotel – which wasn’t even any of the three host hotels. Nope. Not happening.
A kid – ok maybe 28 – gorgeous as fuck, with a thick chain around his neck, clasped with a padlock, stood in front of me, also a volunteer. I made him wait for his assignment just so I could stare. He stared right back. I know I was a ‘daddy’ to him, but he looked at me every so sexily. I wanted him bad, but duty called and he had to go do his job. I wasn’t trying to be subtle to him, but really had no idea anyone else in the room was noticing. They all burst into laughter after he left. Laughing at me. I had nothing to be ashamed about. I never saw him again.
I got pinged by blindfolded guy, asking if I had another load in me. I did. But did I want to visit something I’ve already had? I really wanted to get bred myself, but it was turning out to be less and less of an opportunity. Still there had to be other guys to top, no? Maybe – but timing and opportunity were not intersecting in the venn diagram of sex. I caved and said yes.
Back to the 16 th floor for me. Between the elevator and the room, I passed a good looking young guy. Probably late 20s. Handsome. Smooth. Harness, shorts and boots on only. We caught each other’s eye. I never turned back around. 1604 was open. I pushed in and went in and shut the door. Buttboy was still in place…..still blindfolded. What a whore.
I barely pushed into him when there was a knock on the door. I asked if he invited another, but he said not a word. Just like last time, he was silent. WTF, I thought. I withdrew and went to the door and opened it. What did I care if there was another. It would make it hotter. I like an audience. #Not even looking through the peep hole, I opened the door. There stood the guy I just passed. Not really thinking, I assumed he was invited here and just looking for the room and we arrived around the same time. This was not the case. He assumed it was my room and was bold enough to knock on the door to get at me. I’d find this out later, of course.
I went back to our host and stuck my hard cock into. I got an ‘umphf’ as I slammed my dick into what I knew what was a well-used hole. The kid stood next to me and dropped his shorts. It was a decent piece, but nothing that would stop traffic. Turns out he wasn’t dropping trou to show me his dick. He turned to the side to show me that hairless white ass. He was watching my hard cock going in and out of this other guy. He silently nodded his head for me to follow him out the door. For all my faults, I am a decent guy. I felt bad just ditching the guy bending over for me, but I had already given him a load – as had others. So I did the next best thing: faked my own orgasm. He had so much jizz in him, he’d never really know. I followed the kids out into the hall, waiting for him to lead the way to his room.
His room turned out to be the stairwell between 17 and 16. He assumed I had a room, I assumed he did. This guy had either just come from another’s room or just cruising the hotel hallways looking for action – and apparently finding it. #I’m a big fan of public or semi-public sex, so a stairwell wasn’t a ‘no’ from me. I did look: no cameras. And no one was walking down or up 16-17 flights of stairs, even though the wait for the elevators seemed interminable. He clearly wasn’t fazed – and might have already done it here, since he went right to it. His vinyl shorts came off and tossed on a stair ahead of him. He reached down to balance on one of those risers.
I did coat my cock with spit, but there was no foreplay other than him insisting on kissing. He was adamant about that, but not good at the deed. I wasn’t there to teach him. He bent over, exposing his little pink hole. I put my pink pole into it.
Like the last guy, he was no stranger to stranger cock. The hole was receptive, but tighter than the last guy. This guy was younger, so it stands to reason he hadn’t taken as much cock in his lifetime, though you just never know. He wasn’t silent, but he wasn’t noisy. He was getting fucked and liked it. I was ambivalent, to be honest. I’d rather it be me bending over in this stairwell while some unknown guy I’d never see again seeded my cunt.
Like the last time, I could hold out easily. I’m getting used to fucking more and not being so quick on the draw. He took every inch like a champ, and he took it hard. There was nothing special about the fuck for me – other than the locale. But I had a load brewing and I was going to get rid of it – and may as well dump in some basically anonymous butt, right? (you know the answer.)
I unleashed. It’s like I hadn’t even shot a few hours before, yet here I was spraying inside this kid. He loved it. Of course he would…..and I’m not patting myself on the back. I could be anyone to this guy.
I let it slip out this time instead of yanking it out. Without even asking he sank to his knees and cleaned me off. Good boy.
We exited the stairwell into the hallway. He insisted on kissing again. He was still bad at it. Ironically, I ended up taking the stairs down 10 flights, as it was a wait for the elevators. When I got downstairs I had a scruff message from the blindfolded guy thanking me for the load (ha!) and asking if there was someone else in the room with me.
I never answered him.
Sunday, June 03, 2018
CLAW 2018 #1
I attended my 6 th CLAW a month or so back. As usual, I did more work there than play. It’s always the
way with me. And as usual, it was harder to hook up with guys, as a bottom, than I think it should.
Where I think a lot of time bottoms can have more power in bed, tops have more power to get guys too
bed. Sometimes the bottoms are powerless in that regard.
The problem here of course is there are too many potential guys with which to hook up, so it’s a waiting game. And if someone else is potentially hotter, than you’re left in the dust. It’s much easier to top here. WAY too easy, in fact. The irony is – and I’ve said this before – a thousand guys right in front of you and the way guys fucking hook up are via Scruff and Recon phone apps. Frustrating.
That said, that is how I got some action all three times.
He was on Scruff. Average everything, but a nice face – though on the screen would be the only time I’d see it. His profile alluded to vers, but in the convo, it was clear he wasn’t. Or wasn’t for this trip. He was a big old bottom.
1604 was the room. Door would be open. And it was. He was head down, shoulders up, eyes blindfolded. I had on a kilt, so nothing needed to be taken off. I had gotten hard as I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. Scenes like that always get to me, regardless if I’m bottom or top.
I stood behind him, admiring his ass. I dropped to my knees and ate his hole. I wasn’t the first one there. This I knew, by smell and taste. Eventually I stood. I raised a hand and brought it down hard upon his left cheek. If it hurt him, he never let on. If he liked it, he never let on. In a certain way, that says a lot about a man. He wasn’t there to be interactive, he did the right thing.
I lifted the kilt, my hard exposed. I pressed it against his hole, no lubrication. I had a hunch I wasn’t the first one there. I wasn’t wrong. With enough resistance, but not enough to stop me, I entered. The hole was slick. I mentioned it. The only time he really responds to me. I’m #3 – so he claims. #I fuck. I fuck hard. This is about me. While it’s kind of about him, I try to make it less so. I want him to feel like he already feels – like a thing. Like a utility. I know that feeling. I’ve been that utility. I know how he wants to be treated, what he wants to feel like after that door closes.
He’s not one for aural ques. There is nothing telling me if he likes it or doesn’t. I don’t really care either way. I pump. I pull all the way out and enter all the way in. I started by sliding, then it was pushing, then it was punching. I don’t think I was his #3, but I’ve been wrong before. He was open. He was willing. All too willing. There was nothing ‘vers’ about this guy.
I held off an incredibly long time, actually. While he didn’t say it, I think he was annoyed. He was, in my opinion, looking for a pump and dump. Usually my triggers take care of that for me, and easily. Not today. But I was controlling this more than I usually do. Not quite edging. I never got that close, though I could have. I was enjoying this – not just the hole, but the scene. The blindfold. The pig.
Still, I had work to do. I made a promise to CLAW and I intended to keep it. I got close. At the precipice. Then I overacted when it happened. I made a show of it. I left the folks in the hallway know. I let the folks, if any, in the adjacent rooms to know too.
I let his guts know too. I filled them up with white hot sperm. Which added to the others he had lining his intestines. Which would be the lube for guy #4.
I pulled out. Dripped on his carpet a little and put my kilt down. I didn’t thank him. I didn’t say a word. He heard the door slam shut behind me.
The problem here of course is there are too many potential guys with which to hook up, so it’s a waiting game. And if someone else is potentially hotter, than you’re left in the dust. It’s much easier to top here. WAY too easy, in fact. The irony is – and I’ve said this before – a thousand guys right in front of you and the way guys fucking hook up are via Scruff and Recon phone apps. Frustrating.
That said, that is how I got some action all three times.
He was on Scruff. Average everything, but a nice face – though on the screen would be the only time I’d see it. His profile alluded to vers, but in the convo, it was clear he wasn’t. Or wasn’t for this trip. He was a big old bottom.
1604 was the room. Door would be open. And it was. He was head down, shoulders up, eyes blindfolded. I had on a kilt, so nothing needed to be taken off. I had gotten hard as I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. Scenes like that always get to me, regardless if I’m bottom or top.
I stood behind him, admiring his ass. I dropped to my knees and ate his hole. I wasn’t the first one there. This I knew, by smell and taste. Eventually I stood. I raised a hand and brought it down hard upon his left cheek. If it hurt him, he never let on. If he liked it, he never let on. In a certain way, that says a lot about a man. He wasn’t there to be interactive, he did the right thing.
I lifted the kilt, my hard exposed. I pressed it against his hole, no lubrication. I had a hunch I wasn’t the first one there. I wasn’t wrong. With enough resistance, but not enough to stop me, I entered. The hole was slick. I mentioned it. The only time he really responds to me. I’m #3 – so he claims. #I fuck. I fuck hard. This is about me. While it’s kind of about him, I try to make it less so. I want him to feel like he already feels – like a thing. Like a utility. I know that feeling. I’ve been that utility. I know how he wants to be treated, what he wants to feel like after that door closes.
He’s not one for aural ques. There is nothing telling me if he likes it or doesn’t. I don’t really care either way. I pump. I pull all the way out and enter all the way in. I started by sliding, then it was pushing, then it was punching. I don’t think I was his #3, but I’ve been wrong before. He was open. He was willing. All too willing. There was nothing ‘vers’ about this guy.
I held off an incredibly long time, actually. While he didn’t say it, I think he was annoyed. He was, in my opinion, looking for a pump and dump. Usually my triggers take care of that for me, and easily. Not today. But I was controlling this more than I usually do. Not quite edging. I never got that close, though I could have. I was enjoying this – not just the hole, but the scene. The blindfold. The pig.
Still, I had work to do. I made a promise to CLAW and I intended to keep it. I got close. At the precipice. Then I overacted when it happened. I made a show of it. I left the folks in the hallway know. I let the folks, if any, in the adjacent rooms to know too.
I let his guts know too. I filled them up with white hot sperm. Which added to the others he had lining his intestines. Which would be the lube for guy #4.
I pulled out. Dripped on his carpet a little and put my kilt down. I didn’t thank him. I didn’t say a word. He heard the door slam shut behind me.
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Black Cop
He was visiting from out of town and on A4A. He was African American, but at least where I am that’s
not a surprise. I’ve said it before here, here, A4A is predominantly people of color. I don’t think that’s
the same in all places, but if you’re looking for black cock in Cleveland, it’s a start. I wasn’t looking for
any certain color dick…………just dick. He just happened to be black. And from out of town. And in a
hotel.
He worked during the day, consulting he said. He was free in the evenings….until he wasn’t. Until the last night of his stay. It was freezing out, but I made the trek, douche in pocket. He was clear about wanting to fuck me. I was clear about wanting to be fucked.
I got to the hotel lobby and used the restroom to do my final clean-out. I wanted to be prepared, as I like to be a good, clean bottom. When I got to the room he let me in. His pics didn’t do him justice. He was handsome. Dark. Built. I told him so too.
He wanted to make out. I wasn’t about to say no. It was easier for him to bring me in lip to lip. He was taller than I, he was larger than I, and more powerful. I succumbed, as you might expect. He pulled me to him and held me there. This would have been great, had he been a good kisser, but alas, he was not. Story of my life.
It’s ok though. He didn’t want me there long. He pushed me to my knees. I had been fondling his cock through his briefs while getting kissed. He was plumping up nicely, but not fully erect. Just the way I like it. Personally, I like to know I had a little something to do with getting him all the way up. And I did.
After wrapping my pink lips around his dark meat, I purposefully sank down on his shaft as I watched it disappear the closer to I got to his groin. Soon, it was all gone, only to reappear a few moments later on the backing off of it…………….and then I repeated. Often. And faster. His skin glistened with my spit, making his meat look even darker than it was.
Sucking cock was nice, but that’s not what I was there for and we both knew it. He hoisted me up by my armpits and pushed me toward the bed. I fell onto it gladly. He was right behind, so to speak. In actuality he was between my legs…..crawling up between them towards me. With his cock erect, he just played with me. He slid the cock against mine. Then under my balls, toward my hole, but not in it. It was teasing. It was frottage. He was gauging. I was ready.
He was too. But out of nowhere he pulled out a small tube of lube and a rubber. He saw my face and said if he knew me better, he’d go without. He was a pro and snapping it on. It took seconds, tops. And a second later he was positioned at my hole. Since he was pushing eight inches, I took a nice long hit of poppers and waited five seconds to relax. Then he pushed in. Just the head and then steadily the rest of it. I bit my lip.
He was a pro at fucking too. The man was big, but knew how to use it. It was bliss. He kept mentioning he’d be coming back to town often and how he’d like to fuck me each and every time. Here I was with a black pole up my cunt – so who was I to say ‘no’? Not that I wanted to.
The guy was a talker. But it was easy. Nothing forced. Asking me questions and such while he slowly but deliberately plugged away at my hole. Even I responded asking what kind of work brought him to town. He hesitated but eventually answered. He was collaborating with the police department. I was more than intrigued. This was a first for me, should it be true – so I asked if he was a law enforcement officer………….he replied in the affirmative. I was raging hard at this point. He fucked harder. A fucking cop was boning my ass. Sure, he wasn’t in uniform, but I can’t have everything I want, right?
He kept up with the ‘next time’ stuff. “Next time, I’ll fuck you without the rubber”. I tried to casually bring it up now and then too. I won’t be as subtle here as I was then, but basically asking him why would next time be different – as he wouldn’t know me any better than now, not really. This was all between moans of how good his big black cock felt. I could tell he loved me telling him how big it was. I think he liked the race stuff too. He made it clear he liked white hole. I made it clear, I liked black cock.
He was close. Too close. He pulled out. Mostly to cool himself down. To not shoot….not yet. We had agreed that after he came, he’d feed me the cum from his rubber. But now he was lightly stroking his cock….the rubber getting bunched up a bit as it tends to do in fucking, let along stroking. He kept saying about how next time……next time…..next time. He watched as I reached down and fingered my hole. I watched him watch me. He was mesmerized it seemed. I told him how good his cock felt in my ass.
By this time, the rubber was almost all the way off. Then all the way off. He still stroked….slowly, but steadily. I felt the tides had turned on his thinking, but I can be manipulative. I played the part he wanted me to play – or that I think he did. Knowing there was not one at least within arm’s reach, I told him to get another rubber and fuck me. He did half of what I said.
He leaned in and pushed his now raw cock into me. The rubber he had on was next to us in plain sight. His cock was nowhere I could see it, since it was buried in my hairy ass.
It took him all of two minutes to finish what he was doing. He said nothing. He groaned a bit before, but not during. Maybe acknowledging it would make it too real. Too wrong. I could feel the warmth in my guts.
His breathing steadied. He slipped out of me. It was still a dark piece of meat. I slid down and took him in my mouth. He didn’t stop me. I licked him clean. Clean of me. Clean of himself.
I dressed in my layers as he put on his shorts. He thanked me. I thanked him effusively. In the lobby I went to message him a ‘thank you’. By that time his profile was nowhere to be seen. I was cop blocked.
He worked during the day, consulting he said. He was free in the evenings….until he wasn’t. Until the last night of his stay. It was freezing out, but I made the trek, douche in pocket. He was clear about wanting to fuck me. I was clear about wanting to be fucked.
I got to the hotel lobby and used the restroom to do my final clean-out. I wanted to be prepared, as I like to be a good, clean bottom. When I got to the room he let me in. His pics didn’t do him justice. He was handsome. Dark. Built. I told him so too.
He wanted to make out. I wasn’t about to say no. It was easier for him to bring me in lip to lip. He was taller than I, he was larger than I, and more powerful. I succumbed, as you might expect. He pulled me to him and held me there. This would have been great, had he been a good kisser, but alas, he was not. Story of my life.
It’s ok though. He didn’t want me there long. He pushed me to my knees. I had been fondling his cock through his briefs while getting kissed. He was plumping up nicely, but not fully erect. Just the way I like it. Personally, I like to know I had a little something to do with getting him all the way up. And I did.
After wrapping my pink lips around his dark meat, I purposefully sank down on his shaft as I watched it disappear the closer to I got to his groin. Soon, it was all gone, only to reappear a few moments later on the backing off of it…………….and then I repeated. Often. And faster. His skin glistened with my spit, making his meat look even darker than it was.
Sucking cock was nice, but that’s not what I was there for and we both knew it. He hoisted me up by my armpits and pushed me toward the bed. I fell onto it gladly. He was right behind, so to speak. In actuality he was between my legs…..crawling up between them towards me. With his cock erect, he just played with me. He slid the cock against mine. Then under my balls, toward my hole, but not in it. It was teasing. It was frottage. He was gauging. I was ready.
He was too. But out of nowhere he pulled out a small tube of lube and a rubber. He saw my face and said if he knew me better, he’d go without. He was a pro and snapping it on. It took seconds, tops. And a second later he was positioned at my hole. Since he was pushing eight inches, I took a nice long hit of poppers and waited five seconds to relax. Then he pushed in. Just the head and then steadily the rest of it. I bit my lip.
He was a pro at fucking too. The man was big, but knew how to use it. It was bliss. He kept mentioning he’d be coming back to town often and how he’d like to fuck me each and every time. Here I was with a black pole up my cunt – so who was I to say ‘no’? Not that I wanted to.
The guy was a talker. But it was easy. Nothing forced. Asking me questions and such while he slowly but deliberately plugged away at my hole. Even I responded asking what kind of work brought him to town. He hesitated but eventually answered. He was collaborating with the police department. I was more than intrigued. This was a first for me, should it be true – so I asked if he was a law enforcement officer………….he replied in the affirmative. I was raging hard at this point. He fucked harder. A fucking cop was boning my ass. Sure, he wasn’t in uniform, but I can’t have everything I want, right?
He kept up with the ‘next time’ stuff. “Next time, I’ll fuck you without the rubber”. I tried to casually bring it up now and then too. I won’t be as subtle here as I was then, but basically asking him why would next time be different – as he wouldn’t know me any better than now, not really. This was all between moans of how good his big black cock felt. I could tell he loved me telling him how big it was. I think he liked the race stuff too. He made it clear he liked white hole. I made it clear, I liked black cock.
He was close. Too close. He pulled out. Mostly to cool himself down. To not shoot….not yet. We had agreed that after he came, he’d feed me the cum from his rubber. But now he was lightly stroking his cock….the rubber getting bunched up a bit as it tends to do in fucking, let along stroking. He kept saying about how next time……next time…..next time. He watched as I reached down and fingered my hole. I watched him watch me. He was mesmerized it seemed. I told him how good his cock felt in my ass.
By this time, the rubber was almost all the way off. Then all the way off. He still stroked….slowly, but steadily. I felt the tides had turned on his thinking, but I can be manipulative. I played the part he wanted me to play – or that I think he did. Knowing there was not one at least within arm’s reach, I told him to get another rubber and fuck me. He did half of what I said.
He leaned in and pushed his now raw cock into me. The rubber he had on was next to us in plain sight. His cock was nowhere I could see it, since it was buried in my hairy ass.
It took him all of two minutes to finish what he was doing. He said nothing. He groaned a bit before, but not during. Maybe acknowledging it would make it too real. Too wrong. I could feel the warmth in my guts.
His breathing steadied. He slipped out of me. It was still a dark piece of meat. I slid down and took him in my mouth. He didn’t stop me. I licked him clean. Clean of me. Clean of himself.
I dressed in my layers as he put on his shorts. He thanked me. I thanked him effusively. In the lobby I went to message him a ‘thank you’. By that time his profile was nowhere to be seen. I was cop blocked.
Sunday, April 15, 2018
Monday, April 02, 2018
Monday, March 26, 2018
15 Hours of Whoring - pt 5
The anon guy let the door close hard. I picked myself up and saw he left his used underwear behind. At first I thought it an accident until later I saw the video of him fucking me. He was wearing it while plunging in and out of my ass. He purposefully took them off before dressing and leaving.
Naturally, I kept them. Kept them unwashed too.
But it was about two hours from check-out, and people can be fickle, so I got back on-line. Again, BBRT seemed the place to be. But now, I was the one who was low on messages. There weren't tons of tops or versatile tops on at this hour of the morning. So a very average one was, he asked "what's up". I was to the point. "Looking to get bred. Varsity Inn. 204". His reply, "on the way". Perfect.
There was no anon. He was ok - but nothing to write home about.
It was - like the others - a no pretense fuck. I was bent over the bed, he just took out his 6.5" dick and stuck it in. It was a BBRT fuck - he wanted hole. I wanted cock. He wanted to cum. I wanted his cum. Not his specifically - but he was there, so.......I was gonna get it.
Like the last few fucks, you could feel, hear and smell the wetness of my cunt. The squish was audible, visual and had an olfactory aspect. I don't know if he noticed or not, but how could you not? He had to notice the ooze of jizz surrounding his cock. He had to notice that some just slipped out of my ass, down my taint and then onto the bedspread - right?
Maybe he just didn't care. Maybe it turned him on and he wanted to add to it. I was down with that - clearly.
He said nice things about my hole - how he liked it, and being in it. He pumped while he complimented it. I did the same for his cock. I squeezed the cock too, as he was pulling out. I'd open up when he'd push back in - giving him both a loose and tight experience, teasing the fuck out of that dick.
The man lasted maybe 10 minutes before he unloaded up my ass. #8. I surpassed my totally made-up goal. I win!
This guy is also the only one who really wanted to sit around yammering after the fact. Fuck. Time was limited and yes, I was still horny. And no, I had not cum - but that was never (and rarely is) the objective. But it was a hotel room and one never knows. I finally got rid of him, but put out some feelers on BBRT and jumped in the shower.
Yes, shower. I was meeting friends for lunch and as much as it would have been fun, arriving smelling like cum, sweat and poppers isn't always appropriate. And it was now like 10a and I was starving. I barely ate the night before and now I was caffeine deprived, had a bit of a popper headache and we were nearing check-out time.
I went down the street to Starbucks. They had breakfast sandwiches and caffeine....and comfy chairs and an outlet. Yes, being the addict I am, I booted up the phone. I had a BBRT message - it was a 'text me at 614-555-1212 message. I texted.
It was last guy from the night before, the one who just showed up. The one with 8" who pummeled me with his dick. He wanted another go-round. I said if he could get to the hotel immediately, we could fuck before I lost the room. Technically I hadn't checked out and still had the key. He hemmed and hawed.
Was there some other place we could fuck, he asked. I countered, it's your town, you tell me. He had nowhere. He suggested the bathroom at Starbucks. Normally, I'd be SO down with that, but this ones had restrooms right in front of the counter and the 4-5 baristas. There was no way one wouldn't notice two guys going into a bathroom.
He had a 'roommate' so his place was off-limits. I don't know why I kept engaging, but I did.
Bossy - he was. I was in my car in less than 60 seconds. Oddly, he lived on the same street in which I did many moons ago. Parking was a bitch, so I ended up three blocks away. He was at the door when I walked up.
There was chatter. We never even made it more than 7' in the house. My pants went down, his shorts came off. I got on my knees and sucked him for all of a minute.....he was fully up at 8 again. I bent over his and his "roommates" piano.
Again - no finesse. It was a brutal fuck- but partially on purpose I believe. There was a clear view from the backdoor to where we were. He said his "roommate" could come in at any time. If true, there was no way he couldn't or wouldn't see us. It was probably more of a turn on for me. I don't think I'd have been threatened as I didn't my dick up his ass.
Of course, I would have liked a tag-team three way and said so. The guy boning me said it wouldn't be cool. I was really being pounded into the piano. He fucked hard. He fucked furious. I was not complaining. It was just what I wanted.
We were probably in the 5-7 minute mark before he just gut punched that cock up my hole and held it as deep as it would go. He delivered another load, about 10-11 hours after his last one.
Honestly, as I got back to my car, I looked at Grindr, Scruff et al, figuring, maybe, just maybe, I could make it to double digits if the stars aligned. As it turns out - I had some quick conversations, but could see they weren't going anywhere. I called it.
While my hotel shower probably helped, in reality, I was going to pick-up friends with a fresh load up my ass, and me smelling of sex. But with a smile on my face.
Total Load Count: 9
Final Load Count: 9
Naturally, I kept them. Kept them unwashed too.
But it was about two hours from check-out, and people can be fickle, so I got back on-line. Again, BBRT seemed the place to be. But now, I was the one who was low on messages. There weren't tons of tops or versatile tops on at this hour of the morning. So a very average one was, he asked "what's up". I was to the point. "Looking to get bred. Varsity Inn. 204". His reply, "on the way". Perfect.
There was no anon. He was ok - but nothing to write home about.
It was - like the others - a no pretense fuck. I was bent over the bed, he just took out his 6.5" dick and stuck it in. It was a BBRT fuck - he wanted hole. I wanted cock. He wanted to cum. I wanted his cum. Not his specifically - but he was there, so.......I was gonna get it.
Like the last few fucks, you could feel, hear and smell the wetness of my cunt. The squish was audible, visual and had an olfactory aspect. I don't know if he noticed or not, but how could you not? He had to notice the ooze of jizz surrounding his cock. He had to notice that some just slipped out of my ass, down my taint and then onto the bedspread - right?
Maybe he just didn't care. Maybe it turned him on and he wanted to add to it. I was down with that - clearly.
He said nice things about my hole - how he liked it, and being in it. He pumped while he complimented it. I did the same for his cock. I squeezed the cock too, as he was pulling out. I'd open up when he'd push back in - giving him both a loose and tight experience, teasing the fuck out of that dick.
The man lasted maybe 10 minutes before he unloaded up my ass. #8. I surpassed my totally made-up goal. I win!
This guy is also the only one who really wanted to sit around yammering after the fact. Fuck. Time was limited and yes, I was still horny. And no, I had not cum - but that was never (and rarely is) the objective. But it was a hotel room and one never knows. I finally got rid of him, but put out some feelers on BBRT and jumped in the shower.
Yes, shower. I was meeting friends for lunch and as much as it would have been fun, arriving smelling like cum, sweat and poppers isn't always appropriate. And it was now like 10a and I was starving. I barely ate the night before and now I was caffeine deprived, had a bit of a popper headache and we were nearing check-out time.
I went down the street to Starbucks. They had breakfast sandwiches and caffeine....and comfy chairs and an outlet. Yes, being the addict I am, I booted up the phone. I had a BBRT message - it was a 'text me at 614-555-1212 message. I texted.
It was last guy from the night before, the one who just showed up. The one with 8" who pummeled me with his dick. He wanted another go-round. I said if he could get to the hotel immediately, we could fuck before I lost the room. Technically I hadn't checked out and still had the key. He hemmed and hawed.
Was there some other place we could fuck, he asked. I countered, it's your town, you tell me. He had nowhere. He suggested the bathroom at Starbucks. Normally, I'd be SO down with that, but this ones had restrooms right in front of the counter and the 4-5 baristas. There was no way one wouldn't notice two guys going into a bathroom.
He had a 'roommate' so his place was off-limits. I don't know why I kept engaging, but I did.
Bossy - he was. I was in my car in less than 60 seconds. Oddly, he lived on the same street in which I did many moons ago. Parking was a bitch, so I ended up three blocks away. He was at the door when I walked up.
There was chatter. We never even made it more than 7' in the house. My pants went down, his shorts came off. I got on my knees and sucked him for all of a minute.....he was fully up at 8 again. I bent over his and his "roommates" piano.
Again - no finesse. It was a brutal fuck- but partially on purpose I believe. There was a clear view from the backdoor to where we were. He said his "roommate" could come in at any time. If true, there was no way he couldn't or wouldn't see us. It was probably more of a turn on for me. I don't think I'd have been threatened as I didn't my dick up his ass.
Of course, I would have liked a tag-team three way and said so. The guy boning me said it wouldn't be cool. I was really being pounded into the piano. He fucked hard. He fucked furious. I was not complaining. It was just what I wanted.
We were probably in the 5-7 minute mark before he just gut punched that cock up my hole and held it as deep as it would go. He delivered another load, about 10-11 hours after his last one.
Honestly, as I got back to my car, I looked at Grindr, Scruff et al, figuring, maybe, just maybe, I could make it to double digits if the stars aligned. As it turns out - I had some quick conversations, but could see they weren't going anywhere. I called it.
While my hotel shower probably helped, in reality, I was going to pick-up friends with a fresh load up my ass, and me smelling of sex. But with a smile on my face.
Total Load Count: 9
Final Load Count: 9
Sunday, March 18, 2018
15 Hours of Whoring - pt 4
I envision this as a series of three or four part entries (there will be five). There is too much to get into one cleanly and concisely. And I will try to publish these in quicker succession than one per week or so. As these encounters just happened, I want to commit them to 'paper' and let you appreciate them....or not.
My little snooze lasted about 5.5 hours. I awoke around 5:30am, kind of lay there reveling in the night before - as an overall feeling of accomplishment. There were some decent guys. There were some good fucks. There were no great guys, but one borderline great fuck. And yes, there was the dud, and the flakes, but all are to be expected, especially when you "market" yourself in such a manner that I had done.
In reality, it's about the experience not the quality. Quantity is part of that. Honestly, I don't know how Dawson did 30 loads, except that the production team put in the leg work to get the guys. He just had to take the dick, which oddly enough was the easy part.
But it was dark out - and in, as the curtains were drawn. I reached for my fully charged phone to see what, if anything, I missed in those snoozing hours. It turns out, not much. My second placed CL ad garnered no viable leads. The iPhone apps were the same people who were there hours ago, none of them looking any better, or any more available, than before.
BBRT is where I found some activity. He was less than a mile away. The pictures were shitty, but the stats seemed ok, but nothing fantastic. Tall, thin, decent dick. Again, I'm not a paying member, so I can't enlarge the images - and BBRT's images are small as fuck.
Like Guy #2 in the first installment, he wanted it anon. The door was left open, he texted he was in the parking lot. Lube was laid out. My shoulders were down, my ass up. The door creaked open, closed and locked. Shoes came off, pants were dropped - from what I could tell.
I heard the squirt of lube and I felt the flesh at my back door.
One Push.
That's all he took. That was my only option. There was no real getting used to it, though I had kind of been prepped by five other guys. I'm guessing he was a good 7 or 7.5" - and he knew how to fuck.
Unlike the another anonymous guy, while I never saw him, this fucker did talk...........as you can see when he used my camera to shoot some footage.
During the pounding, he asked how many loads I had taken. I told him he would be #6, but my self-created goal was 7. He said he'd make sure I got #7 too.
At that point, he unloaded up my butt with a growl that could have awakened the folks in the hotel next door. Not the room next door, but the hotel.
I was a good boy. I remained faced down. He was still there, I don't know what he did in the interim, but he was close by. When he stepped back up seven or eight minutes later, his dick had gotten back to full erection.
The next fuck was hard, unrelenting and much more non-verbal. And it was quicker. The first one lasted a good 10 minutes. This one lasted less than five. He buried himself in me and in his own previous load. He added to it. His and theirs.
Yes, theirs. I had yet to expel any of the previous folks' semen. I was keeping it as long as I could.
Load Count: 7
My little snooze lasted about 5.5 hours. I awoke around 5:30am, kind of lay there reveling in the night before - as an overall feeling of accomplishment. There were some decent guys. There were some good fucks. There were no great guys, but one borderline great fuck. And yes, there was the dud, and the flakes, but all are to be expected, especially when you "market" yourself in such a manner that I had done.
In reality, it's about the experience not the quality. Quantity is part of that. Honestly, I don't know how Dawson did 30 loads, except that the production team put in the leg work to get the guys. He just had to take the dick, which oddly enough was the easy part.
But it was dark out - and in, as the curtains were drawn. I reached for my fully charged phone to see what, if anything, I missed in those snoozing hours. It turns out, not much. My second placed CL ad garnered no viable leads. The iPhone apps were the same people who were there hours ago, none of them looking any better, or any more available, than before.
BBRT is where I found some activity. He was less than a mile away. The pictures were shitty, but the stats seemed ok, but nothing fantastic. Tall, thin, decent dick. Again, I'm not a paying member, so I can't enlarge the images - and BBRT's images are small as fuck.
Like Guy #2 in the first installment, he wanted it anon. The door was left open, he texted he was in the parking lot. Lube was laid out. My shoulders were down, my ass up. The door creaked open, closed and locked. Shoes came off, pants were dropped - from what I could tell.
I heard the squirt of lube and I felt the flesh at my back door.
One Push.
That's all he took. That was my only option. There was no real getting used to it, though I had kind of been prepped by five other guys. I'm guessing he was a good 7 or 7.5" - and he knew how to fuck.
Unlike the another anonymous guy, while I never saw him, this fucker did talk...........as you can see when he used my camera to shoot some footage.
During the pounding, he asked how many loads I had taken. I told him he would be #6, but my self-created goal was 7. He said he'd make sure I got #7 too.
At that point, he unloaded up my butt with a growl that could have awakened the folks in the hotel next door. Not the room next door, but the hotel.
I was a good boy. I remained faced down. He was still there, I don't know what he did in the interim, but he was close by. When he stepped back up seven or eight minutes later, his dick had gotten back to full erection.
The next fuck was hard, unrelenting and much more non-verbal. And it was quicker. The first one lasted a good 10 minutes. This one lasted less than five. He buried himself in me and in his own previous load. He added to it. His and theirs.
Yes, theirs. I had yet to expel any of the previous folks' semen. I was keeping it as long as I could.
Load Count: 7
Thursday, March 15, 2018
15 Hours of Whoring - pt 3
I envision this as a series of three or four part entries. There is too much to get into one cleanly and concisely. And I will try to publish these in quicker succession than one per week or so. As these encounters just happened, I want to commit them to 'paper' and let you appreciate them....or not.
Short after the endurance fucker had left I got a BBRT message: "text me. I'm out of messages".
He left no number in which to text Groan! And I groan, because it was a good profile.
For those who don't use BBRT, if you're a non-paying member you only get x amount of messages. As you use one, you have to wait 24 hours for it to replenish. I think you get 35 total, so if you're on the hunt like I was, use those wisely. I myself was down to 10-12 remaining messages.
I'm not sure if he had no messages left or few, so I took it on myself and just wrote: Varsity Inn Room 204. Then went about looking at emails, other BBRT profiles and Grinr, Scruff, A4A and Recon. The apps were the worst. I got little traction from conversation there and it would turn out - zero "meetings".
About 15 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Oddly enough, it could have been anyone. By this time at least a half dozen guys had the room number, as they had planned to come over before they flaked. And honestly, I kind of forgot the last message I wrote.
It was the guy from BBRT. "I took chance and came over since you sent me your room. I could read messages, just not send any out.". He hoped it was ok. And it was.
The man was good looking. Late 30s. 6' and maybe 190-200. Dark brown hair, and looking a little swarthy. All his BBRT categories were "Ask Me". JFC - just answer the questions, already.
But here there were no questions to be answered. He saw for what I was advertising and he showed up at my door pseudo-unannounced. Oh - and he had 8".
When it got hard - and it was like steel - it was possible the straightest shaft I have ever seen. ...and let's face it, I've seen one or two dicks in my life.
As you'd expect from a guy who kind of shows up unannounced, there was little or not fanfare. No foreplay - though he wanted to kiss. You know I'm down with that, but he was a heavy smoker, which was ironic for his medical background. He had come right from work, so I knew exactly where he worked and in what specific.
I avoided that as much as I could. He pushed me over - me still standing, but hands on the bed, hairy ass pushed out, full access.
I never saw him use the lube so maybe he used spit. Had he known, he might not have needed any kind of lube at all.
The man was not subtle. He did one push into my gut. If I wanted to slow him down or extract him, I wouldn't be able. He hammered my ass. Jackhammered actually. He was rough, but not quite brutal. It was all for his own pleasure - which I'm not opposed to.
Somehow I made it down to the bed. Not quite laying flat, but close to. With each thrust in, with each pull out, I could feel semen escaping. Not tons, but enough that I knew that it was rolling off my balls and onto the poor put upon bedspread.
And yes, there were the cum squishy sounds....again. Still.
Through his grunts and groans, he did say, "nice fucking ass". I won't lie - it was good to hear.
Since he was so insistent about coming over, I assumed he'd be a pump and dump. But the man had stamina. Not as long as the guy before him, but it was a good 15 minute
He yelled that he was cumming so loud, the kids next door got their final sex-ed lesson for the night.
The guy pulsed over and over. His grunts corresponded to the throbs. I worked my ass muscles around his cock as and after he came. I love making a guy shake from head to toe after he's climaxed. Some guys like the feeling, others are too sensitive.
I don't think he was the latter, but unceremoniously, he pulled his cock from my ass. While I hate that, sometimes it is better than the old - get soft and slip out method.
But this guy was all business - if the business were fucking a stranger and going.
And really - isn't what this whole hotel set-up was in the first place?
The answer you're looking for is: "yes".
It was now after midnight. I looked some more - and was ready to stay up all night taking dick, but I was getting no bites. I thought it best to get some sleep and wake up early finding the fuckers who like early morning sex.
Load Count: 5
Short after the endurance fucker had left I got a BBRT message: "text me. I'm out of messages".
He left no number in which to text Groan! And I groan, because it was a good profile.
For those who don't use BBRT, if you're a non-paying member you only get x amount of messages. As you use one, you have to wait 24 hours for it to replenish. I think you get 35 total, so if you're on the hunt like I was, use those wisely. I myself was down to 10-12 remaining messages.
I'm not sure if he had no messages left or few, so I took it on myself and just wrote: Varsity Inn Room 204. Then went about looking at emails, other BBRT profiles and Grinr, Scruff, A4A and Recon. The apps were the worst. I got little traction from conversation there and it would turn out - zero "meetings".
About 15 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Oddly enough, it could have been anyone. By this time at least a half dozen guys had the room number, as they had planned to come over before they flaked. And honestly, I kind of forgot the last message I wrote.
It was the guy from BBRT. "I took chance and came over since you sent me your room. I could read messages, just not send any out.". He hoped it was ok. And it was.
The man was good looking. Late 30s. 6' and maybe 190-200. Dark brown hair, and looking a little swarthy. All his BBRT categories were "Ask Me". JFC - just answer the questions, already.
But here there were no questions to be answered. He saw for what I was advertising and he showed up at my door pseudo-unannounced. Oh - and he had 8".
When it got hard - and it was like steel - it was possible the straightest shaft I have ever seen. ...and let's face it, I've seen one or two dicks in my life.
As you'd expect from a guy who kind of shows up unannounced, there was little or not fanfare. No foreplay - though he wanted to kiss. You know I'm down with that, but he was a heavy smoker, which was ironic for his medical background. He had come right from work, so I knew exactly where he worked and in what specific.
I avoided that as much as I could. He pushed me over - me still standing, but hands on the bed, hairy ass pushed out, full access.
I never saw him use the lube so maybe he used spit. Had he known, he might not have needed any kind of lube at all.
The man was not subtle. He did one push into my gut. If I wanted to slow him down or extract him, I wouldn't be able. He hammered my ass. Jackhammered actually. He was rough, but not quite brutal. It was all for his own pleasure - which I'm not opposed to.
Somehow I made it down to the bed. Not quite laying flat, but close to. With each thrust in, with each pull out, I could feel semen escaping. Not tons, but enough that I knew that it was rolling off my balls and onto the poor put upon bedspread.
And yes, there were the cum squishy sounds....again. Still.
Through his grunts and groans, he did say, "nice fucking ass". I won't lie - it was good to hear.
Since he was so insistent about coming over, I assumed he'd be a pump and dump. But the man had stamina. Not as long as the guy before him, but it was a good 15 minute
He yelled that he was cumming so loud, the kids next door got their final sex-ed lesson for the night.
The guy pulsed over and over. His grunts corresponded to the throbs. I worked my ass muscles around his cock as and after he came. I love making a guy shake from head to toe after he's climaxed. Some guys like the feeling, others are too sensitive.
I don't think he was the latter, but unceremoniously, he pulled his cock from my ass. While I hate that, sometimes it is better than the old - get soft and slip out method.
But this guy was all business - if the business were fucking a stranger and going.
And really - isn't what this whole hotel set-up was in the first place?
The answer you're looking for is: "yes".
It was now after midnight. I looked some more - and was ready to stay up all night taking dick, but I was getting no bites. I thought it best to get some sleep and wake up early finding the fuckers who like early morning sex.
Load Count: 5
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
15 Hours of Whoring - pt 2
I envision this as a series of three or four part entries. There is too much to get into one cleanly and concisely. And I will try to publish these in quicker succession than one per week or so. As these encounters just happened, I want to commit them to 'paper' and let you appreciate them....or not.
It wasn't long before the next guy contacted me via BBRT.
In theory, BBRT should be the easiest of all hook-up sites. It's a little more straightforward of who is looking for what. Sure, it has the folks I'm never going to be good enough for, but this site would prove the better for this 15 hours.
"Jeff" unlocked his photos. His profile said top. Ironically, I wasn't fucking around: my reply was: Hotel Name, 204. His instant reply: "on my way". That folks, is what I'm talkin' about.
10 minutes later there is a knock on my door. Jeff is there, handsome as hell. The body was just fine, but oy, the face! Jet black hair, slightly longer than a flat top. Intense dark eyes. 5'8" 180, mid 40s.
I answered the door in just a pair of nylon gym shorts. I like having something of which to disrobe.
Jeff entered, grabbed and kissed me. Good kisser, though I wasn't expecting it. His hand on my nylon make BikeGuy Jr start to grow. I could feel he was already stiff in his tightly packed jeans.
I dropped my shorts. His fingers found my cock....my balls....and then behind them. "How many loads so far" he queried as his finger slipped into my cumhole. He liked the answer of two.
He surprised me again by bending over and taking my cock into his mouth. It was a good mouth - and I told him so, but reminded him that's not what we were there for. He wasn't offended, he got it. He then played with my tits. "See? I read for content", he says. I had forgotten it was even in my BBRT profile.
Jeff was a little chatty - but not in a bad way. It wasn't quite dirty talk, but it kind of what. The 'what ifs'. He was hoping to walk on me already taking it up the ass. I concurred, telling him how much I like to be watched.
I sat on the edge of the bed while he completely disrobed. He pushes my legs back until I grab them, exposing my cunt. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to do it, so it's hotter that he does - he spits on my hole. You'd think he'd be lube all the way, and he spits on the hole with great accuracy. FUCK.
Jeff moved up and pushed his 6" dick into my slicked up ass. He fucked that hole for a few minutes before pulling out and having me / us move back on the bed. Once again, he spit on the hole and worked his way in. We were close - face to face and I said, "that thing you just did with my ass? do it to my face!".
He got the idea. I mean, I spelled it out for him. It loses something when it has to be so prompted.
All that said, he had a great fucking style. And the face. OMG. It was great staring back it, as he stared at me, neither of us breaking eye contact. His black eyes were so expressive, so intense, especially has he got closer. You could see it. You could sense it. You could feel it. And all through the eyes...and his brow.
That in itself was oddly erotic.
And then I did feel it. His cock shooting up my hole.
He wanted to cuddle for a bit afterwards. That is so not my style, but, when you have a handsome dude like that whole will spit on your pucker, you do what you can for him. I told him he could stay to watch the next guy. He expertly fingered my hole, like was a 16 year old girl in the backseat with the quarterback (what? too much?).
We talked goals. My sex goals. I kind of came with the number of 7. I wanted 7 loads. He said he'd like to come by in the morning and give me another one.
He never did. But I never truly expected him to.
The following guy, I actually turned away. I left the door open for him, and it was more of a "hey! you're 100lbs heavier than you said and those pictures were not of you" kind of thing. What I actually said was, "I'm not feeling this". He agreed and left on his own.
But another guy was literally waiting in the wings....or the parking lot. He was ready when the other guy showed, but guy 1 (who I sent away) at the last minute said he wasn't into 3-ways.
Guy 4 (5, if you include the guy who went on his way) arrives. Maybe 25. Cocky. Self assured. 5'11", 195, 7". Mixed race, but mostly black.
There was brief cocksucking on my part. Then I had my ass at the edge of the bed. He was all about the frottage. His cock slid between my legs. Under my nuts, against my hole. He was a master at the tease. Then he goes and says, "good thing I brought a rubber". I can only imagine the look on my face - not that he was looking at it.
He got the rubber from his jeans and threw it next to us on the bed. I asked him to keep rubbing his cock because it felt so good. He did. I told him it would feel better with lube on it. He used it. ...and yes, I had ulterior motive. Is it really deceit when the intentions are pretty much crystal clear?
He rubbed it up and down the crack and right at the opening. With no forewarning - not really - he punched and pushed all 7 inches in. Bare. He looked right at me as he fucked my ass for two minutes. Then he pulled out and opened the rubber. FUCK.
He greased up the rubber and we went back to fucking. A LOT of fucking. 45 minutes of fucking - almost continuously. And in every position. Bent over - head down (check). Bent over - flat to the mattress (check). On my back (check). Sitting on it (check). Him lifting me up and letting gravity make me plunge onto his pole (check).
Of that 45 minutes, 5 minutes might have been a few breaks. You know that time when you have three loads up your ass, plus lube and you have that moment of 'uh-ho', but yet you can't be sure? I had a few of those.
I needed him to stay still or slow down or take a minute. Most of which he ignored. Even though I knew I had been clean as a whistle, I just had a doubt or two, but those can kill a mood, so I had to power through it.
He loved the sound my ass made when he fucked it. It was wet. It wasn't sloppy - at least yet. There were definitely some suction noises upon withdraw and wet squishy noises upon pushing in.
There was one point that he did pull out. His cock was still rock hard, so I stroked it. And yes, I was being calculating. With each tug, I pulled the condom slightly higher on his shaft. Maybe he noticed. Maybe he didn't. But we didn't do that long enough for me to get it off.
At this point, he was back in me. He hammered my hole. The poor people in 203 - the adults had some explaining to do to their kids. I saw it as an educational opportunity moment. I'm guessing they didn't think the same.
Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe it was the uncomfortableness of a bunched up baggie, but the guy pulled out, yanked the rubber off and pushed back up my ass raw as hell. I won't say it was rage, but maybe unleashed lust. While I was mostly on my back, he had me bent in half. My diaphragm was crushed. Breathing was difficult, but he just pummeled. Now 203 was having another difficult conversation.
He kept saying he was close.....but that seemed to go on for a while. I wasn't complaining, but it was a weird sensation of ass feeling great, but the lungs not so much.
He let out a roar as his jizz squirted up my bowels, joining the loads of three other guys. The warmth in my guts felt great.
There was no easing out with this guy. Like the rubber ripped off, he was out of my ass and getting this things.
I have to say, for being 25-ish, he had this down. He was no amateur.
Besides his DNA in me, the only thing proving he had been there was the semi-used rubber he left behind.
It wasn't long before the next guy contacted me via BBRT.
In theory, BBRT should be the easiest of all hook-up sites. It's a little more straightforward of who is looking for what. Sure, it has the folks I'm never going to be good enough for, but this site would prove the better for this 15 hours.
"Jeff" unlocked his photos. His profile said top. Ironically, I wasn't fucking around: my reply was: Hotel Name, 204. His instant reply: "on my way". That folks, is what I'm talkin' about.
10 minutes later there is a knock on my door. Jeff is there, handsome as hell. The body was just fine, but oy, the face! Jet black hair, slightly longer than a flat top. Intense dark eyes. 5'8" 180, mid 40s.
I answered the door in just a pair of nylon gym shorts. I like having something of which to disrobe.
Jeff entered, grabbed and kissed me. Good kisser, though I wasn't expecting it. His hand on my nylon make BikeGuy Jr start to grow. I could feel he was already stiff in his tightly packed jeans.
I dropped my shorts. His fingers found my cock....my balls....and then behind them. "How many loads so far" he queried as his finger slipped into my cumhole. He liked the answer of two.
He surprised me again by bending over and taking my cock into his mouth. It was a good mouth - and I told him so, but reminded him that's not what we were there for. He wasn't offended, he got it. He then played with my tits. "See? I read for content", he says. I had forgotten it was even in my BBRT profile.
Jeff was a little chatty - but not in a bad way. It wasn't quite dirty talk, but it kind of what. The 'what ifs'. He was hoping to walk on me already taking it up the ass. I concurred, telling him how much I like to be watched.
I sat on the edge of the bed while he completely disrobed. He pushes my legs back until I grab them, exposing my cunt. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to do it, so it's hotter that he does - he spits on my hole. You'd think he'd be lube all the way, and he spits on the hole with great accuracy. FUCK.
Jeff moved up and pushed his 6" dick into my slicked up ass. He fucked that hole for a few minutes before pulling out and having me / us move back on the bed. Once again, he spit on the hole and worked his way in. We were close - face to face and I said, "that thing you just did with my ass? do it to my face!".
He got the idea. I mean, I spelled it out for him. It loses something when it has to be so prompted.
All that said, he had a great fucking style. And the face. OMG. It was great staring back it, as he stared at me, neither of us breaking eye contact. His black eyes were so expressive, so intense, especially has he got closer. You could see it. You could sense it. You could feel it. And all through the eyes...and his brow.
That in itself was oddly erotic.
And then I did feel it. His cock shooting up my hole.
He wanted to cuddle for a bit afterwards. That is so not my style, but, when you have a handsome dude like that whole will spit on your pucker, you do what you can for him. I told him he could stay to watch the next guy. He expertly fingered my hole, like was a 16 year old girl in the backseat with the quarterback (what? too much?).
We talked goals. My sex goals. I kind of came with the number of 7. I wanted 7 loads. He said he'd like to come by in the morning and give me another one.
He never did. But I never truly expected him to.
The following guy, I actually turned away. I left the door open for him, and it was more of a "hey! you're 100lbs heavier than you said and those pictures were not of you" kind of thing. What I actually said was, "I'm not feeling this". He agreed and left on his own.
But another guy was literally waiting in the wings....or the parking lot. He was ready when the other guy showed, but guy 1 (who I sent away) at the last minute said he wasn't into 3-ways.
Guy 4 (5, if you include the guy who went on his way) arrives. Maybe 25. Cocky. Self assured. 5'11", 195, 7". Mixed race, but mostly black.
There was brief cocksucking on my part. Then I had my ass at the edge of the bed. He was all about the frottage. His cock slid between my legs. Under my nuts, against my hole. He was a master at the tease. Then he goes and says, "good thing I brought a rubber". I can only imagine the look on my face - not that he was looking at it.
He got the rubber from his jeans and threw it next to us on the bed. I asked him to keep rubbing his cock because it felt so good. He did. I told him it would feel better with lube on it. He used it. ...and yes, I had ulterior motive. Is it really deceit when the intentions are pretty much crystal clear?
He rubbed it up and down the crack and right at the opening. With no forewarning - not really - he punched and pushed all 7 inches in. Bare. He looked right at me as he fucked my ass for two minutes. Then he pulled out and opened the rubber. FUCK.
He greased up the rubber and we went back to fucking. A LOT of fucking. 45 minutes of fucking - almost continuously. And in every position. Bent over - head down (check). Bent over - flat to the mattress (check). On my back (check). Sitting on it (check). Him lifting me up and letting gravity make me plunge onto his pole (check).
Of that 45 minutes, 5 minutes might have been a few breaks. You know that time when you have three loads up your ass, plus lube and you have that moment of 'uh-ho', but yet you can't be sure? I had a few of those.
I needed him to stay still or slow down or take a minute. Most of which he ignored. Even though I knew I had been clean as a whistle, I just had a doubt or two, but those can kill a mood, so I had to power through it.
He loved the sound my ass made when he fucked it. It was wet. It wasn't sloppy - at least yet. There were definitely some suction noises upon withdraw and wet squishy noises upon pushing in.
There was one point that he did pull out. His cock was still rock hard, so I stroked it. And yes, I was being calculating. With each tug, I pulled the condom slightly higher on his shaft. Maybe he noticed. Maybe he didn't. But we didn't do that long enough for me to get it off.
At this point, he was back in me. He hammered my hole. The poor people in 203 - the adults had some explaining to do to their kids. I saw it as an educational opportunity moment. I'm guessing they didn't think the same.
Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe it was the uncomfortableness of a bunched up baggie, but the guy pulled out, yanked the rubber off and pushed back up my ass raw as hell. I won't say it was rage, but maybe unleashed lust. While I was mostly on my back, he had me bent in half. My diaphragm was crushed. Breathing was difficult, but he just pummeled. Now 203 was having another difficult conversation.
He kept saying he was close.....but that seemed to go on for a while. I wasn't complaining, but it was a weird sensation of ass feeling great, but the lungs not so much.
He let out a roar as his jizz squirted up my bowels, joining the loads of three other guys. The warmth in my guts felt great.
There was no easing out with this guy. Like the rubber ripped off, he was out of my ass and getting this things.
I have to say, for being 25-ish, he had this down. He was no amateur.
Besides his DNA in me, the only thing proving he had been there was the semi-used rubber he left behind.
It wasn't quite 11p yet, so I still had time for more, I thought. But you'll read about that next time, no?
Load Count: 4
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