New Trip to Columbus

I was back in Columbus just after a month and half from being there the last time. As is my M.O., I opted for the same semi-dingy motel, as while the rooms are mostly clean, it seemingly has great traffic for guys just wanting to get off and go. And the doors are all outside, so no schlepping through a lobby for a stranger to buttfuck another stranger.

This outing was successful, but not SUCCESSFUL. There would be a total of five loads I’d take, and one I’d give. Two of the takings I won’t even bother writing about – they were that underwhelming. I even like a good ‘bad fuck’ story, but they weren’t even that.

Guy #1 was the best. I think the other guys were probably as milquetoast as they were because they could and would never measure up to this guy. He was quick to respond to my BBRT ad, and immediately was OTW, as his text would say.

Maybe mid 40s, 6’. 200-ish. All solid. Built as fuck. He had a ball cap on and could tell he was sweaty underneath it – as it was in the mid 90s. I couldn’t tell at this point that he was a ginger. I can count on half a hand how many times I’ve played with those.

He immediately drew me in for a kiss. I wasn’t expecting that from a BBRT guy, let alone one this masculine. But fuck if he didn’t know how to. He had a firm grip on the back of my head, pulling me closer to him, though it wasn’t physically possible. Great lip and tongue action. It’s during this he took off his hat and tossed in on the table. His hair was matted down with sweat but still incredibly hot. That said, I liked the redneck-ish look he had going on with the cap.

The kisses were wet as can be, which was hot. He liked using his spit to lubricate both our mouths. He drew back a little and put a solid line of drool into my mouth….directly from his. I drew back even further and opened my mouth. Too far to trail his saliva. Not far enough away to spit it at me and my mouth. Without saying a word, he totally got it. And then I did. About half landed in my beard, half in my mouth. HOT! …..at least to me.

With applied pressure, I went to my knees. Sometime before this he had kicked off shoe and pants – no underwear to be had though. I was there in my new neoprene shorts. A pouch for my cock – with a detachable cod piece and an open / accessibility to my ass and hole. Score!

His cock was a little over 6”, but thick….and thicker the farther it got to the base.

I was going to enjoy sucking this, but my mind really took me to how it was going to feel taking it up the pooper. He was too, I believe. Afterall, this was a BBRT hook-up, not christianmingle.com. He ordered me (yes, ordered!) to the bed. I obeyed. Face down, just as he stated.

At first it was flat on the bed, but that didn’t work for starting off, so I was up on my knees at the edge of the bed. Once he pushed his way in – and it seems I took it up the pooper just fine, thank you! – then he scooted me up onto the bed, so we were both kneeling. Total doggie.

Not surprisingly, the man knew how to fuck. He was nice but forceful. There were times he was not as nice and forceful. I like those times. He might have been about my ass, but honestly, I think he was all about his cock. How to make it feel good and that I was supposed to do the same. I’d like to think I did my job.

He liked the deep fuck, as did I. At some point, I was down flat on my belly, him totally on top of me with every ounce of his manly weight – his chest hair on my back. His cock buried up my hole. Right now, for this point in time, it was his hole.

Red would hammer that hole and then stop, to the point like it felt that he was about to slip out, but not on purpose. Almost as if he pounded to keep his cock hard and not go soft. But that’s only what it felt like to a guy who was face down in a pillow. As he did it over and over again, I finally caught on – and I outright asked, “is Sir edging himself with my ass?”. The answer was a sly affirmative. He was very proud of himself – as he should be.

This would go on for another 15 minutes. Him ploughing, me taking.

He wasn’t ready to unload. He made that clear. But I think we’ve all been there at one time or another where we think we have control of our orgasm, until we don’t. That point we’ve passed without wanting to or even realizing it necessarily until it’s too late. The bonus for him was, his cock was exactly where he wanted it to be when he lost that control. Up. My. Ass.

I have no idea when the last time he came was, but he just kept throbbing up my hole and moaning the entire time. It was a big load. And I was not only taking it, but as I’m apt to do, I used my muscles to make sure no drop was left behind.

Eventually, he slipped out and rolled over on his back – spent. But I wasn’t. I slithered down and he looked down at me, I looked up, he nodded, giving me the nonverbal go-ahead. I took is recently extracted cock into my mouth. I tasted lube. I tasted cum. I tasted sweat. I tasted my ass. Clean ass, for sure, but ass nonetheless. He looked pleased – more with himself than with me. Of course, that is my take, or my hope.

As he started to dress, it was clear kissing was now off the table. Not only was my mouth a wonderful petri dish, he had no reason to work me up…..or himself. So I knelt. I’d take his cock in my mouth for short swipes. But I looked up, he down – and still unspoken, just planted his spit across my face from three feet above. He nodded at me and left…….me still on my knees.

Fluid

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Last Day

It was his last day working at the same place I had been. He was a pharmacist that I had blown a number of times. Physically he was fine, but at first glance, I’d say he wasn’t “my type” – which honestly, I no longer know what that means anymore.

But during the first encounter years before, he proved himself worthy with his attitude. I’ve said it dozens of times in this venue over the 800+ posts here: attitude with me will be a much bigger factor than looks or cock size.

”Josh” is about 5’9”, 190-ish and only about 6”. But it was his mouth (via talk), that made him so attractive. He was confident about who he was, and made it clear who I was at least in terms of our hierarchy. I was the cocksucker. He was the feeder.

He reached out to me, knowing he was leaving and figured he could get one more blowjob from some managerial faggot. The problem was timing and location. It was too early in the day to use my office. Too many folks around and I’d have no need to be meeting with a pharmacist. But he had an idea – a locker room of which I did not have access.

It was later in the day, but not near a shift change. I don’t know who actually has access to this place, but I assume doctors and nurses who need to shower before or after procedures or ORs. I know my ID did not work on the door. Josh’s did. He keyed in and in we went. The place was empty. There were stalls, benches and such, but he made a beeline to the showers.

There were two stalls. Tiled top to bottom and a full length curtain for each. I followed him in and he drew the curtain shut. At this juncture, there were no words. Hands on my shoulders. In my suit, I went on my knees not knowing or caring if the shower floor was wet. If so, I’d figure out what to do after the fact. As it turns out, it was dry as a bone.

I pulled at his belt, zipper and clasp. The pants fell down just enough. I did chew at his briefs briefly, but we are quite public and one just didn’t know what might happen. So he pulled them down exposing his 6” sword. I went to town.

With minimal slurping – not that anyone could hear – I bobbed up and down on his cock. I kept the cock lubed, but not overly so. It was easy gliding in and out. He reached out – hand to my head. Touching it. Then guiding it. Then gripping it. He has always been an engaged feeder.

As we would have heard any door open or close, he was safe to talk a little. “You like that dick, cocksucker? You gonna miss that cock?” I moaned my answers, as my lips were still wrapped around his shaft. He already knew my answers anyways. “My balls are full today. You’re gonna drain ‘em for me, aren’t you?”. How I fucking love hearing shit like that.

At this point he just takes over. He loves grabbing me by the tie and pulling me towards him. Tight. So he does. Over and over. He’s fucking my face. He uses one hand on the tie and one near the back of my head. He has the opportunity to do both or either. I’m good with both or either. At times he braced himself against the tiled wall, leaning into me, putting his cock down my throat.

It’s not a long blowjob. It can’t be for multiple reasons, though I’d love a chance to just worship that cock somewhere. The reality is: that’s not his scene. Not with me. It’s blow ‘n go and I know it. I am fine with it. He’s not looking for more than that. I know my place.

He pounded my face and throat. I took it like a man. A cocksucker, but still a man. And was appropriate, he had a silent, but large, orgasm into my mouth. I took it. I showed him his semen before swallowing it. He grinned, probably more at his copious volume than at my deed. I have a feeling he’s very proud of what he does and just expects me to do what I do.

He pulled his pants up, zipped them and as he pulled the shower curtain back, while I still knelt there, said, “Later faggot. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.

He hasn’t.

ParTy 3 Way

I had fucked the guy before. Once.

He’d been after me for years. But truth be told, I wasn’t that interested and he was like 16 miles away. Two would be boner-killers. I know 16 miles doesn’t seem that far until you know it’s mostly 35mph roads.

Now he was closer. 8 miles, if I was at home. But here I was at a Starbucks, less than a half a mile away. He was decent. He had piercing eyes and an all too welcoming hole. He could make have resistance – and tightly – when he wanted, but going in, it was like throwing a hotdog down a hallway.

I came. I left.

Fast forward three weeks (which included 2.5 weeks of begging for it again). Same Starbucks. Same app. But now he had a friend over and he could get rid of him. I asked if his friend wanted to watch. He claimed said friend didn’t know what a slut he was. “Doubtful”, was my internal monologue. I did have the wherewithal to ask if his friend was good looking. If you read me, you know me well enough to know that looks are normally my things - - if I’m getting fucked. But if I’m being watched, I’d rather not have some slob eyeing me. I need some motivation. He claimed he was.

Seven minutes later, I’m at his door. He’s getting ready and tells me to go upstairs. His friend is indeed good looking but not exactly my type. Mid height, dark hair, small dick that I could tell right away through his mesh jock. No offense to mesh jock wearers, but why? I mean, unless you’re a stripper. ……and even then……..meh.

I wasted no time. I started stripping even before the host arrived. I finished before he arrived. Immediately we got down to it. He got on his knees and started sucking my cock. The friend stayed on the bed, watching intently. He watched the cock go in and out of the mouth. He wasn’t looking up at me, to look in my eyes, at my reaction. At least not yet. He was fixated on my penis going into his buddy’s mouth. He was interested in seeing my hand on the back of his head, holding his buddy down. There was no gagging. Whore.

I asked the buddy if he liked what he saw. I mean, he’d be lying if he said ‘no’, right? He was interested but not really hard. That should have been a clue to me. But he was into it. And I like being watched. I think I know how to engage and put on a show. My take is: if I’m going to be watched, I’ll give them something at which to look. (just because it’s a sex post / blog doesn’t mean proper grammar shouldn’t apply.)

The guy sucking me took a break and had to run down the hall (should have been a second clue) for a minute. I asked the second guy if he wanted to blow me. He was trying to be deferential to the host, I told him not to worry about it. He got on his knees and put my cock into his mouth.

He was good. Not great. At some point earlier, he mentioned how he had four kids, but now only into guys. He was better than a novice cocksucker, but not as good as the host. Still he was more enthusiastic than the host. He struggled with my last inch, but I tried to help him with a grip on the head. The host wandered back in and got on the bed….face up. As I was standing near the side of the bed, he scooted up and started eating my ass. It’d been a long day and I can attest I was not squeaky clean. Maybe not even by a long shot. It did not deter him. He munched hole like a champ.

The buddy cocksucker kept up his valiant effort. My dirty talk went to him now. “Looks like you’re really working on that cock, like you’re really working for the load”. He nodded. “Go for it – keep working it, maybe you’ll get the reward”. He pulled off talking low saying it should go to the host and went back to work. “It goes to whomever I say and whomever I find worthy”. The host pulled off my ass and asked what we were saying, I told him to go back to eating my shitter. He did.

Buddy wanted me to fuck his friend but for me to pull out and feed him some cum. It’s a nice thought, but that’s not necessarily how I perform. But deep down, I love his buddy would have fucked over the host by taking my load. I know he wanted to. I know he wanted to do the “right thing”, but if it came down to it, he would have taken every drop regardless of sexual social convention.

As it turns out, fucking was on the agenda. I wanted the host on his knees at edge of the bed. Like last time, I basically fell in. His buddy talked about the load he took earlier that morning and the night before. Whore!

I fucked. I did ok but nothing great, though by both of their assertions I was doing well. I think the bottom was a good actor with his moans and such. The buddy got behind me and played with my nipples, which normally does so much for me. With this guy? Nothing. He was remarkably bad at it – and I couldn’t figure out how. Still, I persevered.

If I’m being totally honest – and I mean, why not? – I had to go internal to find a way to make it to the finish line. I actually have a go-to past scenario which I think of when in need to cum if I’m struggling. The story is actually documented here – years back – but I don’t reveal it, as then I’ll have to find another one should I not be able to fully perform in the future.

I think it had been like five days since my last orgasm, so while it would be big, when it did arrive, even I was surprised at the volume, the force, the toe curling nature of it all. And I was vocal. No words, per se, but vocal nonetheless. The buddy fucking loved this, saying this is how a real man cums.

The ass squeezed my cock but hard. He has muscle tone but doesn’t use it much. At least with me. Yes, he squeezed out every drop. But I shot deep deep up him, so there is that.

There was no ceremony about my leaving. I started to find my discarded clothes, glasses and phone. This is when I realized there were clues I missed.

The guys were ok, but not good enough to put up with that kind of drug use. I’m not one to judge on this, as I had my drug time, but once you start with needing spoons not for coke and syringe (that I almost stepped on), I really have no need for you. My first clue should have been two guys “hanging out” in the middle of the day.

I told the host after he hit me up to tell me was looking forward to the next time, via Scruff, that was the last time. He immediately knew why, without me saying a word. “It’s not what you think………….I just use that to measure out GHB and crystal”.

Ummmm….no, it’s exactly what I thought. What the fuck did you think I thought it was for – your insulin? It is the problem with most users, besides not being in the moment (limp dick), they’re usually stupid too.

There are plenty of men with which to play, I will actively avoid the known addicts.

Dirty

I was in a hotel out of town (you know a lot of my stories are out of order, right?). I had a time limit due to scheduled activities, but got hit on by a guy who claimed to be beefy and muscular – and the image he used verified that. Slightly older, but nothing undoable. The pic of his cock was nice and fat. I do love girth. His body type seemed heavy but not fat.

Pictures lie.

While the body type was not my type, depending on the personality (and the dick!) I can work with that. This guy’s personality, when he showed, was just overpowering, but not in a good way. He kind of barged in, started making demands and not necessarily sexual ones. He was definitely heavier than he portrayed – much heavier.

The bad thing was, I knew it would not be easy to get him to leave. He was the kind of guy who missed all the social queues, or ignored them. On the right kind of guy, that could be hot (the ignoring them). This was not that kind of guy.

I was trying to beg off, due to my social engagement, but his pants were coming off anyways. There stood his fat, but shorter cock. At least he was erect. He wanted me to go down on him, but I knew it wouldn’t be a good situation. It’s one of those things where I’d have to fight his belly to get his cock. Again, I tried to beg off, saying I misjudged the timing. He was having none of it.

Get on the bed….face down. This is where I know I’m slutty. Where I am just a fucking disgusting pig. I figured it would be easier to live through the fuck and get him to go.

I will give him this. He hit the bullseye the first time out. And he POUNDED. These were cheap mattresses on a cheaper stand. He was moving that bed every which way. The hotel was so sleazy and disgusting that none of this would be out of place. Standard operating procedure here. I lay there, basically taking it like a victim, just hoping it would end sooner than later. My lack of interaction and enthusiasm didn’t deter him in the slightest….if he noticed at all.

He lasted longer than I thought he might. But eventually groaned and shot. Then laid there. I’m trying to say I needed to get ready to go……and he just kind of lingered, on me. Then when he did pull off, he wanted to shower. Lord. I tried to tell him the hot water did not work – which wasn’t a lie. He even brought his own towel. Clearly he didn’t care about the water warning. He took one anyway while I bided my time.

He wanted to chat as he dried and changed. I kept looking at my non-existent watch, pretending to get things ready for my departure. This did not spur him on to make haste. Eventually he finally got out of there…..with his own towel in hand. There he went, clean.

Something no soap and water would do for me the rest of the day.

Pimp

I knew one guy from eons back. We’ll call him “Dick”. We fucked around once with his then partner and we just became friends after that. No more sex. I find I normally don’t have sex with friends. And if I become friends with a sex partner, then the sex usually ceases. Maybe that’s weird, but it is the way I am. Dick ended up moving and living out west.

The other guy, “Ben”, I knew from Scruff. I knew he visited here and had some ties to this town, but didn’t live here. He’d blown me in my office on weekend days twice. Nice mouth. Sub boy – the kind that makes me want to be a dom. He has zero idea I suck cock or bend over for strangers. He thinks I’m the kind of guy who uses guys like that. And in his case, he wasn’t wrong. I only knew him from his Scruff handle: B.

In discussions with Ben, he tells me he “dances” on the side for cash. Prodding further, it goes beyond dancing. Always for cash. Allegedly there is no anal, or at least nothing that is not wrapped. Strangers who hire him out – sometimes for weekend gigs. He claims his husband (or partner?) doesn’t know of these activities. Possible, but harder to explain with overnights and weekends. Granted, I don’t think it’s a full time gig, just something he does for fun, in which he gets paid. I totally get that being a rent-boy could be fucking hot.

When he’d hit me up for chat, I’d ask him about his exploits – just because I was curious.

Somewhere over social media Ben somehow came across my path – him reaching out to me. I’m not stupid enough to accept his ‘friend’ request, but I engaged him via messaging. I asked him specifically if he was still renting himself out. He said yes. Though he was quick to follow-up with, “but I’d do you for no charge”. No shit!, was my reply.

He also said he’d like me to pimp him out sometime.

Not knowing the answer, I asked where he resided. It was Arizona. Tucson specifically. My brain immediately went to work. My friend “Dick” lived in Tucson. My friend Dick now is exerting his dom top behavior. I immediately messaged him and asked if I sent something up with Ben would he be into it? He responded in the affirmative.

I reached out to Ben and told him I was pimping him out. Now. And he was doing it for free. He didn’t hesitate to agree. I knew he wouldn’t. We arranged a way for the two of them to communicate that didn’t involve me as the middle man, yet I was to be told by both exactly what was going on. Not so much as to if it would happen, but I was looking at the different perspectives on this doing.

I know being a pimp isn’t this easy. But fuck, I cannot get my own hook-ups to go this easily, or quickly.

The plan was to meet at a certain time at Dick’s place. As it turns out, it would be the garage. The plan was for a certain time, but Ben was delayed enough that Dick nodded off while waiting on him. That annoyed me, though Ben denies it. I know Dick, I trust Dick, so his take to me was true.

From both accounts, the hook-up was marginal at best. That was sad to say for me personally. I wanted a few outcomes from this, so maybe I should have been more specific – though technically I cannot dictate the entire session. It wasn’t a porn and I wasn’t the director.

For Dick, I wanted an amazing experience. One for which he could take charge and just use this guy. I wanted Ben to give him great head and show him an expert time. For Ben, I wanted him just to feel cheap and used – both at my hand, albeit a thousand miles away, and from Dick, my surrogate john.

For me, I’m not quite done with this concept. I’ve always wanted to be pimped out myself, and there has been talk of it, but no action. I wanted to be different and have action, which I provided. But there is a first time for everything and it’s all a learning experience.

Next time I’ll have a different check-list of what to do and what to avoid.

Semi-Spontaneous 3 Way

I wasn’t planning a 3-way. I wasn’t planning anything at all. Except for the fact that two guys blew me off or ghosted me. Fuckers.

One guy contacted me. A little larger than I prefer. I wasn’t saying ‘no’ to him, and then he mentioned a buddy who wanted to get off too. Hmmmm……a 3 way. Without asking stats, I agreed. I said I needed 10 minutes to get home. He said they’d see me in 15. I replied, ‘no. 10!’. They were there in 10.

Guy 1 was as he stated. 6’1”, but roughly 240. Bald, semi-handsome. Guy 2 was 6’ or so, built. No other way to say it but classically handsome. Both maybe 40. I didn’t, and never did, get the relationship. A ‘buddy’ was used in convo, but there was another aspect to it. More than FWB I think, but I can’t say. Relationships are so fluid these days, I should just give up second guessing anything.

The dynamics were all over the place. Depending on the timing, each of us being more submissive or more dominant than the minute before. Each one directing something going on. I don’t think there was much hiding it, but I was way into #2 than #1. But oddly, with both of them, I believe I was #2. They were into each other, I had the place and the ability to watch or be watched. I was a pawn. I wasn’t thrilled with it, but it wouldn’t be the first of last time.

It is the problem with 3-ways. One person is more into one of the other people and it’s disconcerting and even troubling if you’re doing it with a couple. I learned this eons ago when doing it with a couple – one of whom picked me up without telling his partner. It was awkward, and ironically, the partner became one of my best friends………….and is probably reading this right now! And super ironically, he wasn’t the one I was into in that 3 way.

So, everyone blew each other, at least one. Everyone kissed each other, at least once. The handsome one slapped my ass once. I asked him if that’s the best he could do? He showed me a number of times, it wasn’t.  I fucking do love a firm palm on my cheeks.

At one point I said to the hot guy, “sit on my face”. He didn’t hesitate. I was on my back. Him telling me in great detail HOW to eat his ass. He fucking loved my responsiveness. I fucking loved his ass and eating it. Honestly, it’s been a good long time since I ate a butt like that. He was happy to let me keep going. He even stood and leaned over a desk so I could dive deep.

I was on my knees while guy #1 was close by jacking as I blew #2. He told 1 to cum in his mouth. No way, I thought. I pulled my mouth off long enough to say, ‘cum on his cock while I suck him’. This got both of them hot and bothered. I will say this, #1 had great cum control. It all went on the cock. All of it. Then it went all into my mouth, as the cock became cum-slimy with each up and down motion of my cocksucking mouth.

He was way into telling me to eat his buddy’s cum. I was way into eating it. Showing off. Making #2 harder while I sucked.

But sucking him off was not to be. He said he can’t cum that way. But fucking wasn’t even brought up. “Get on your back, again”. I did. He knelt over me jacking his cock right in my face. I talked dirty. His ‘friend’ talked dirty. Enough so that it got him to bust his nut onto my face, into my mouth, into my eye (ugh!). I ate what I could. I always do.

There was no real discussion about me getting off. I would have deferred anyways. They thanked me and left. Now I’m wondering how to get #2 back here on his own.

Mixed Race Hottie

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Boss

He doesn’t like “Sir”, but told me to call him “Boss”.

This I could work with.

“Bruno” was a guy I had been interested in for years. YEARS!!!!

He’d click on my Scruff profile often and then disappear. I could tell by the frequency that he either dropped off-line for weeks / months, or he only was in town infrequently. And then there were the few times I ran into him at my gym. He’d look at me – and I was never sure he put 2+2 together.

Bruno was and wasn’t my type. Bearded – yes (and very much so). Shaved head – yes. Butch – yes. Height – no, as he stood maybe 5’5”. I know I’m buying into a stereotype, but I find it hard for a guy pushing a foot shorter than myself to be ‘the dom’. I knew I could work through this issue. I’m a professional. One that doesn’t get paid for this line of work, but a pro nonetheless.

So over this holiday season, he was around. I reached out and ‘woof’d’ at him. We started to converse, and while he said he was introverted, it did not take much for him to come out his shell. Soon the conversation turned to him wanting to see me suck his cock……….then get bent over. A little more and he was mentioning his leather jacket and Harley boots. Score!

After a bunch of start and stops, I was over at his place. He wanted to kiss. And kiss. And kiss. Sigh.

I’m all about kissing some guys, but this isn’t exactly what I was expecting from this guy. Or really wanted. It was a lot of tongue action. But I was there for him, so I did what was needed and what he wanted. On the plus side – he was a good kisser.

It took a while but soon his hands were on my shoulders pushing to my knees. I know the drill and went while looking up at him. He had on black jeans, and I undid the belt and opened them, which then dropped around his thighs. I mouthed the mound that had been there since I walked in the door. While kissing, I felt it….and felt it again….and again and again. Now it was the width of cotton away from being in my fucking mouth. I pulled them down exposing his 6”. He trembled when I ran my tongue over the head. He jolted as I made my tongue dance across the underside. He moaned when I took it all in my mouth in one motion.

Then he fucked my face. Hands on head. Hips moving expertly. It didn’t take him long to come out of his shell. Introverted, my ass. I went further down and worshipped his black Harley boots. He liked when I licked the black leather. He fucking loved it when I used my tongue on the soles and when I tried to take the tip of the boot in my mouth. He of little height, still looking down at me literally and figuratively. That part, I loved!

Whenever he would ask me something, the answer would include the word, “Boss”. He liked that, I loved it.

But while all of this was all well and good, both of our pre-discussions determined that this was about my ass. It’s what we both wanted – him to fuck it, me to be fucked.

We went upstairs to his bedroom. I loved the bed, as it was tall and high off the ground even for me, so way big for him. But we got down to it. Big time. 6” is a fine cock size, assuming one knows how to use it – but that true of many sized members.

Boss knew how to use it.

The guy was well versed in how to fuck. We would end up doing it on my side, on my back, on my front, sitting on him facing him and away. He had stamina. It got to the point that my hole was just so open for him. And slick, but not full of lube. More like self-lube. He had me excited enough that I was producing my own wetness.

He loved that I was open. He loved the way my hole felt and kept commenting on it. How silky it was. How great it felt to him and his cock. I started feeling self conscious, as I’m not great at accepting compliments. Ironically, this is not the first time I’d heard that during that same week. So my thought was: one guy saying that is him just being nice. But two saying it, well, maybe it’s true. He said it with such passion and conviction, if nothing else, it was true to him.

When I said he had stamina, I meant it. We pushed the two hour mark just at fucking. Edging. Fucking. Edging……….and so on. He wasn’t going to give up his cum that easily, but I figured that out after way, the 40 minutes.

By now my hole was way open and very accommodating. He loved how it blossomed for him. How it made moist sounds and he fucked. I loved that he loved it.

But truth be told, I did have things to do. He laid back to rest a bit and I took matters into my own hand……and butt. I straddled him, held his shaft in place and slid down on to him. He didn’t resist. He didn’t try to stop me. I rode his cock. Nice steady strokes with no relenting. His face said it all. The glaze in his eyes, the upward turn of his lips. He was happy.

While he didn’t say he was going to cum, there are some things a boy knows. The stiffening of the shaft up the pooper is one of them. His grabbing my hips and pushing me down, holding me there, was another. Actually, that was way more telling. So were the moans and the “oh SHIT”, as he fired his guns. Well, yeah, when he came I knew it, just not sure of the before.

I climbed off….eventually. First I had to milk the shaft, with each squeeze he shuddered head to toe. All 5’5” of him. We will get together again. Timing is a bitch, but when he’s in town, arrangements will be made.

Piss & Cum

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Columbus 7

The next morning was a bust for the most part. No one really on line who was interested in me, or vice versa. …..and as you know, I’m not that picky. Part was the time limit while I still had my hotel, though I was willing to travel. One guy wanted to film me sucking his cock. I think he was surprised when I agreed, but then the timing didn’t work out.

I hit Starbucks for morning caffeine when I got hit up by a bi-married guy. He was looking to be blown only. I can deal with that. I love giving head and I probably should give my ass a rest for a bit anyway, though I wouldn’t have turned down a fuck.

He said he was 5’10” and 200lbs. Doable. He said 7”. Doable. As it turns out, he’d lie about weight and length. So many do. As we got closer to getting together, me hustling back to the hotel, he became more erratic and even paranoid. “There had better not be anyone else in the room other than you!”. Kind of makes you wonder what situations he’s walked into in the past.

I left the door open, which was now a potential issue with housekeeping right next door. For all his weirdness, he breezed right past them, pushed open the door and secured it. In the light of day, he clearly wasn’t the physical being his profile described. But he was confident, and I kind of like that.

He disrobed and I got on my knees. His cock was maybe 5.5”. Thick, yes. 7”, no. This always baffles me, but here we were, him lying got him in the door, me not saying anything, he still getting what he wants. What’s the downside for him?

He is forceful. No finesse. This isn’t really satisfying for me, and I’m wondering if it is for him. I think it is, in an odd way. It might be the only way he knows, or the only way he can get through this with another dude.

The guy has me get on the bed, on my back with my head hanging over. I’m down with that. He feed me his cock for all of about 90 seconds. Then it’s, “lick my balls”. I lean my head back. He takes a half-step forward. Balls above my mouth. I lean up and let my tongue glad across his nuts. He strokes his dick. I lick more. I suck.

”Do you eat ass?” I lie and mumble, with a mouth full of sac, “no”. Clearly you all know this is a lie. He does not. But his ass, while smelling freshly washed , seems clean, his extra weight is making his ass less appealing. I continue to eat balls. He takes another step forward, forcing his balls to move with him and placing his ass over my mouth.

He told me to “fucking eat it”. With tongue extended, it hit his crack, then hole. Then into the hole. All the while I kept up with a weak protest of ‘no’. I don’t know if I sold it or if he didn’t care. Upon retelling this tale to Mr. Steed, shortly after the actual act, he goes, “that made me hard”.

Folks – I do what I can to keep you all erect and dripping. This is what I live for.

Clearly, it turned on the guy over me. “Where do you want the load? WHERE??” I immediately reply “my mouth” as I can tell my tongue in his shitter took him to the edge. I didn’t want to lose it, as he said it was a massive load.

He takes a step back, my tongue now extended. He doesn’t even try to aim for my mouth. He starts to shoot. Fire. Explode. The load is massive. Sure, some hits my tongue. Some hits my chin, my eyes, my cheek, my chest, the bedspread and I’m sure other places.

My best efforts dashed, I’m lying there with my head hanging off the bed, being unsuccessful at keeping semen out of my eye(s). First, he ended up shooting there, secondly, what didn’t was not being taken by gravity to my sockets. I’m going to have red and sore eyes in about 20 minutes.

While I even remotely try to gain my composure, he is out the door in a flash and without a word. He blocks his Scruff profile from me before he hits his car.

....and yes, I scooped up the load and ate it.  I'm not a monster.

Columbus 5 & 6

So, with 4 loads in my ass, I still had an itch I needed scratched. I think many of you would understand that just because you get laid doesn’t mean it sates your desire, want or need. Sometimes, like this evening, it just fueled it.

At this point it was well past midnight, but I kept toggling between BBRT, Scruff, Grindr, Recon, A4A like a maniac. I was afraid I’d miss an opportunity. Before you think me being too manic, please refer to the full title of this blog. It all stands to reason.

A really cute, bearded man was less than a mile away. In his profile he said he didn’t mind unsolicited nudes. So I sent one. Well, one of another guy’s cock which was in my mouth. Then one of my ass. I got a ‘thumbs up’ emoji back. We had a little back and forth when he asked how late I’d be up. My reply was: “as late as you need me to be”. His response? “Good Answer”. '

Trust me. I know my place. But I know the right answers too.

I assumed he would be much later, but within he was on the way. As I did the usual prep, I missed his message asking me to be ass up, face down. Of course, that’s what I already was, which is why I missed his message. Dark room, door cracked. Lube right there for him, along with a towel….just in case he wanted one.

I heard the door shut, obviously. But he was silent about disrobing. I’m guessing gym shorts dropping and that’s about it. Soon enough, I felt him. His chest on my back, his dick between my legs. His mouth at my ear. “Right where I wanted you”, he whispered.

There was a squirt of lube, but truth be told, I’m not sure he’d need it. My insides were slick, granted a lot of that was deeper than the entrance. I’m willing to take it anyway they want to give it. But I’m telling you nothing new, unless you’re just hitting this blog up for the first time.

He was right at my backdoor and pushed his head in. There was a sigh / gasp from both of us. And he kept sinking in steadily, not fast but not slow. When he bottomed out, his mouth was right at my ear, “so…….how many loads do you have up there?”. I eked out saying “four”. This is a tricky thing to do, believe it or not. Guys are weird. Slutty but you don’t always know where the line is. Knowing he is the fifth could be a huge turn on, or a complete turn off. Luckily, he was totally into it.

The guy knew how to fuck and used my hole good. I fucked back too – pushing myself back onto him on his in-stroke and using my ass muscles like a champ. I begged him to fuck me harder. It’s not that I wanted him to shoot sooner, I just wanted this handsome man’s power. I wanted him to feel he was free to let go. He was in a hotel room, with a stranger. All bets were off………………well, you know, kind of. He had great verbal skills – telling me how the hole felt, how his cock felt and how he wanted to add the fifth load into my ass. My cock was hard and pressing into the mattress.

The problem with late night and probably edging himself during the evening hours and now fucking a guy who was fully loaded with semen, and giving me his dick harder and harder, well……..it does end up being a shorter fuck than I would have wanted. He stiffened up, head to toe, almost going into a rigid plank position as he fired his gun up my ass, swearing the entire time. I fucking loved it.

He was the one guy who didn’t pull out too soon. He stayed deep in me while I used my muscles telling him I was going to take every drop out of his cock. He didn’t protest, not that I thought he would. When he did slip out, he didn’t rush to get his clothes on. He didn’t even get off the bed immediately. I took that opportunity to slip off the bed and to my knees. Kneeling on the bed facing me, he didn’t stop me from wrapping my lips around his slimy cock while I looked up at him (fucking handsome!). Slimy from lube, slimy from sweat, slimy from cum – his and four others. He did wince a little, as I think he was a little sensitive, but he never deterred me from my task at hand…..or mouth as it was.

He thanked me and left. Only after did I see his profile on another app. This time he listed his age: 24. Fuck. While I wouldn’t have turned him down at any age, his attitude, verbal skills and fuck skills were well above what one usually sees for his age.

While we were fucking, I got a BBRT message that I missed. 6’ black guy, nicely built with no cock pic, but his profile said ‘large’. Don’t they all? We went back and forth for a bit. While he said he’d come to me, I noticed his distance doubling then tripling. I’d kind of given up on him when he messaged, ‘almost there’. Sure enough, he was now less than a half mile from me. I gave him the room number, told him the door was open and to just push in.

He did just that. As with most of the others, I was face down, ass up. And he wasted no time.

The guy started snaking his cock into me. And it kept going and going and going.

While I know in theory it wasn’t a long time, but it felt like it. My ass was getting full. It already was, but now we were having a displacement issue. All that cum in me, was getting squeezed around, then down his cock. The ass nerves aren’t tell me if this cum or not, just that, well, something feels it is being pushed out.

Clearly this is my 6 th of the evening. I underestimated how tender my ass was at this point and how swollen the tissue was inside. While my hole was more open, ironically, insides it was a little closed up due to that swelling. As he still had not yet bottomed out, I asked him how big he was, “9…..maybe 9 and a half”. Without having seen it or even felt it, I don’t think he was even exaggerating a little.

When he finally hit bottom, I asked him to stay put for a minute so I could adjust, “what’s wrong, can’t take it?”.

This is a loaded question – one with no right answer. If you say ‘no’, well chances are the session is over. If you say ‘yes’, there can be little to no room for compromise. You need to read the room on this last part. For him, it could easily turn into a ‘no’ if it is not at the speed, depth, intensity he demands.

I said I could take it.

While I wouldn’t live to regret that answer, there were a number of times during the fuck that I gritted my teeth to stop myself from asking him to slow down, readjust or stop. Doing any of that can be like throwing cold water on the guy.

He was a fuck machine. There is no other way to say it. While I talk in this blog about the love of being just a hole, there are times when I feel like one and rarer times when a guy truly makes me one. This would be the latter.

At some point, while I didn’t say anything about his assault, my body must have told him the tale. He wants to readjust me, so soon I’m on my back – for the first time I see him. The man is a tank. He’s dark as can be in terms of skin color. He is big, but muscly. He has a wide face, a wide but flat nose. He is intense. He is a tank! And acts like it, when it comes to ploughing his cock into and out of my ass.

There is little talk at this point, though at one point in my head I’m wondering what kind of load I’ll get, so ask him when he came last. I was surprised at the answer: “an hour ago”, he grunted between thrusts.

FUCK. But not necessarily in a good way.

Now in the back of my mind I’m thinking this guy isn’t going to cum anytime soon and he’s down for the long haul. I reset my expectations and doubled down knowing I have got a while to go before this is over. And it did.

The man just drilled my ass. That hole going into the second ring thing – it’s a real thing. He was hitting places few guys had gotten to. Part was due to his size, but a lot was due to his fierceness at nailing some white guy’s ass. The bigger problem with the second ring? No matter how good you think you clean out then you’re getting pummeled like this, the chances of stirring up shit (literally and figuratively) is high.

As he fucks me, his eyes are closed. He is picturing someone else, some other scene. He just wants to empty his nuts into a hole. Any hole. It just happens to be mine. I’m under no illusions he wants to fuck me specifically.

With no warning, he roars as he shoots his load into me, adding it to all the others. Whatever scene is playing in his head finally got him to his ending.

He slips out, way faster than he put it in initially.

I had to – since I had for the last number of cocks. So I got on my knees and ate his cock before he fled. Due to that second ring thing: while his cock wasn’t clean clean at this point, it wasn’t dirty either. Mind you, he was super clean by the time I was finished.

With no thank you (phew!) and no pretense, he just dressed and walked out the door.

While my need still ran high, my body wasn’t quite where it was hours before. That said, I did one more perusal through the apps just in case. There wasn’t anything viable, so at 2:44a, I shut down my phone, locked the door and went to bed for a few hours. Full, but mostly satisfied.

Columbus 3 & 4

The first two departed and the next two would be separate, but in close succession of each other. Unlike the first two – one would be decent, one would be not as much. One would be white. One would be black. One would have a good sized cock, one would not……and based on the previous two sentences, you’d be wrong about which one was larger.

The white dude was probably older, smaller stature and decent hang. His BBRT account was dick pic. He never sent an actual pic. But it wasn’t about that. Door was to be ajar, lights off, ass greased and up. I’d never see him. He even called me from a block number to say he was near so I could get ready.

He knew who I was (well, kind of), but this would be as anonymous as one can get these days with everyone attached to everything electronic.

Face down, I heard the door open, close and the latch be secured. I heard the belt open, the pants drop, the struggle to get the shoes off. If a shirt came off, I have no idea. I didn’t pay attention to that. What we both wanted existed below the belt.

Even with the lights out, I think the bottle of lube was in sight against the white bedspread. Either way, he found it. With his dick slick, he lined up and systematically pushed his 7” cock up my ass. Now his ass…….at least temporarily. His to use. His to fuck. His to mark.

He did an admirable job with almost no verbal. A few “oh yeahhhh”s as he’d bottom out. He moved me around the bed a few times, me always face down. He did it nonverbally. I know the drill, so I don’t need aural direction.

He knew how to fuck, but he did it for him, not for his partner. I get that a lot. I’m used to it. Conditioned to it even. Rarely do guys ask “does that feel good”. Often I’ll ask if they like my ass, but I know that is my need for validation.

No real lead up to the end. But when it came (ha – pun!) rooms 201 and 100 probably knew it happened, should they have been occupied. Very deep and loud growl. He did come to the end of the bed after he pulled out and told me to clean him off. I knew not to look at anything but his thighs and cock. I didn’t look up. I did as he needed and I wanted. I turned back around, he dressed and was gone.

Not longer, the door opened again. I was still face down. But from the word ‘go’ this guy was substandard. First off, did you know they had black people in Sweden? I mean, I guess it stands to reason, but that place seems SO white. Yet he was a PhD candidate from Sweden. And black. Black as night.

He was maybe 5”. Sigh. I get I buy into the stereotype, but I try not to be a size queen. But with black dudes, I want bigger. There. I said it. And remember this two segments from now.

For a guy getting his PhD, you’d assume he was smart. But no one said he was getting it in anatomy. If he were straight, no woman would claim he ever found their clit. He couldn’t find my asshole without me reaching around and guiding him in. He never tried to find it with his hands before lining up – even after multiple failed tries. Maybe hand to ass is icky for him.

His fucking style was lame. I’m not a load collector – well eventually I am – but I just wanted it to be over, but selfishly I didn’t want to kick him out without getting his white gold. And I did, but his climax was anticlimactic.

He wasn’t happy with me either, let’s be honest. I gave him nothing for him to like me. I hate being a bossy bottom, but c’mon dude – you have to be a functional top.

At least the weekend would be saved by the next two visitors.

Columbus 1 & 2

I was in Columbus for a meeting.  I went down the evening before, knowing I'd have a good chance at getting laid. Hopefully more than once.  My last trip there resulted in 7 guys and 9 loads in 12 hours or less.  Not too shabby.

While I could afford better, I stayed at the same hotel - two stories, doors to rooms on the outside, so no desk to get past at all times of the night, no keycard for the elevator.  This isn't my first time at being a whore.

My "problem" is, I started too early in the evening. I thought I'd get some right after work dick, but that didn't pan out. Nothing would until close to 10p.  Sure I had some stops and starts, but no one would show until that time.

He messaged me on BBRT and said, "young, hung and full of cum".  He was 30, 5'10, 180lbs.  He looked younger when he showed up. His baby-ish  face was full, almost cherubic, right down to the red in his cheeks.

As I waited for him to arrive, a guy who delivered two loads to me on my last visit wanted to stop by. I told him there might be someone there, and he was ok with it. I'd leave the door open. Also, it was only a chance the first guy would show. We all know how guys flake.

But as you know by now, guy 1 did arrive. He was shy looking but not shy. I sucked him first, at his request, and he had a cock that grew nicely. Pushing 7.5", good thickness. I was afraid he was going to shoot while I did that, and neither of us wanted that.

As he just lay back while I blew him, I took control for the moment. With my spit as lube, I climbed up and straddled him. I grabbed his shaft, found my own hole (easy enough), and started sinking down onto him. His eyes closed instinctively and his mouth opened just enough for a small moan. We got into a good rhythm and he was seemingly well versed in using his hips from this position to put his prick into me.

After a bit, he wanted me on the side of the bed. That mean him behind me, my ass up, shoulders down. His cock felt good from this angle and I thought it was working for both of us, but it turns out, he wasn't a fan, so onto my back I was.

Legs up, he speared me with his man-boy cock. This worked better for both of us. His red cheeks were getting more and more red. I was asking him to fuck me harder. He complied.

We changed positions and I was on my back. He looked like he was trying to finish. My legs were up and he was going to town.

Just then I saw movement outside my cracked door. As I was at the end of the building, there'd be no reason for anyone to come that far down unless they were looking for my room. He was. He showed. He pushed open the door and shut it behind him, and stripped down.

I remembered him well from the last time. Middle eastern leanings, 40-ish, 6', 200, about 7.5 straight inches,

He stood there stroking while "the kid" continued to fuck. Guy 2 encouraged him to keep going, to fuck me, to fuck me harder, to cum. 

The kid was working hard to get over the edge, he was having to concentrate. But when he came, he came big. It was one of those when the hole sounded wet and sloppy as he continued to fuck. He deposited a 4-5 day load up there.

As soon as he pulled out, Guy 2 moved over and immediately went down on him, licking him clean - no questions asked.  As soon as he did that, he stepped over and pushed in - period. Right in. All the way.  You could hear the wetness.  I could feel it

And then he fucked.

I had forgotten his style, or lack thereof.  He is kind of jack-rabbit sex. No doubt what he's doing makes him feel good - or he wouldn't do it, right?  His partner is a tertiary thought at best. That said, I wasn't really there for great sex. I knew this night would be about taking cock......taking cum.  I don't say quantity over quality.....but I won't not say it either.

We were probably 10 minutes into the fuck before young guy started getting ready to go.  He had been watching. He had been hard. I was hoping he'd go another round after #2 was done.

After he did leave, we fucked in every position. I thought I'd milk it out of him by sitting and riding. He was more about turning me over and pounding the fuck out of me.

I got my second load of the night with a groan to let all know what we were doing.

This time, he let me clean him off.  I tasted his load and the other guys. My ass was sparkling clean, so I got none of that taste.

He left hoping for a second go round in the morning before work. Alas it never happened, but now my butt and libido were primed.

There was more to cum.  As there will be with the stories.

Blogger Breeding - CLAW 2019

I am SO far behind in my blogging, but I'm skipping ahead a dozen stories (give or take) in various drafts to jump ahead to the here and now.

This week was the 2019 CLAW. While I have volunteered my time and effort for that organization for 6-7 years, this year I opted to just participate.  A "friend" asked me if I had ever hooked up with Felching Pisser - over at From My Side of the Sling.  I admitted we had not, but had discussed the possibility here and there. He suggested I reach out and make it happen.  So I did.

A few back and forth emails - after him telling me, he wanted me in his sling - and poof, I was at his hotel, riding up to the 4th floor and knocking on his door.

With CLAW, there is little pretense about what is to go on. With two sex bloggers who have read each other for years, there is no pretense whatsoever.  There is no chatting. There is no 'get to know you'. There is no kissing or needing to making nice.

He tells me to show him the oral skills I've been bragging about.  Externally, of course, I gladly comply. In a few milliseconds, I internalize: "do I really brag? I don't think I do.......I just relay in my blog what the feeder tells me when I'm down on his cock".   I let that all go.

I cop a squat on a bench and gnaw at his denim covered mound. I undo his belt - and momentarily sniff the black leather - before I pop open the top button. The reset seem pre-unbuttoned for my ease. I expose a bright yellow Nasty Pig jock.  Ahhh yes, I think, "pisser" is in his name. Duh.  I gnaw on that as well.

I don't really fuss too much before I pull down the jock exposing the cock.

His fucking. beautiful. cock.

(even this pic doesn't do it justice)

I'm not sure his blog accurately portrayed the beauty of his dick - in print or pictures. It was long. It was thick. It was cut.  The perfect cock for sucking, though I admittedly could only think of it up my ass.  I'm actually getting hard as I write about it.

I didn't spend tons of time on it with my mouth. Enough to show off my skills.

I was cocky enough to ask if my skills lived up to what I bragged about. He affirmed that they did.  Victory!!!

It was really time for the sling. As he took off his pants and put on his boots, I asked him how he'd like me. While he didn't seem to care, I pushed by asking what HE wanted. It was my leather vest, and that's it.

With that, I climbed into the sling, feet in the straps. Hole to the world......so to speak. With his screen name as it is, there's no surprise he went down to his knees to meet that hole. Some of the ass eating was ok, but when he'd use his tongue IN the hole.......JFC, it was great.

As much of a pro as I think I am at getting fucked, I'm consistently and constantly amazed at how I can tighten up. I don't know why - it's certainly not that I don't like cock up my butt.  Maybe it's just the anticipation of it?  I'm never great at getting the breathing down before insertion starts. It throws off the entire game, I think. So we had a start and stop.  FP was very accommodating that way.

It took a bit to get him up there, but loved it when he bottomed out. Really loved it when he started fucking. I did have to have him stop for a few, as I not only was adjusting to this thickness, but had to tell him I wasn't sure if I was truly opening up or if I was feeling a "little unsure of myself".  It turned out to be the latter.

For those who truly fuck, even the best laid plans can have some glitches. While I had cleaned out and had been fucked earlier that day, I feel his big dick stirred up some things.  Nothing major and nothing that a quick douche did not solve. We've all been there - so no real cause for embarrassment. It happens.   ...then it was back to the sling.

Then it was back to eating my ass.

Re-enty was fucking great. We really synched. He had a great motion and a great rhythm.  There was a time where he not so gradually picked up the force. Not so much the pace, but the fucking force of pummeling my ass. It wasn't just the intensity of the pounding, it was the unflinching look he gave me and that I gave right back.  It was a fucking turn on - and I said so.

He would pull out and go back to eating my ass. Then he'd go back to fucking my hole. The third time, I was open for him. Wide open. It was one shove to the hilt. We both loved it - if he doesn't mind me speaking for him.  This is the way it should be.

As he knew the pound part was a turn on to me (and maybe to him too), he repeated that effort, more than twice. For those times, it's what it feels like to be used.  He was gracious enough to let me film a certain part of this.

He also liked I wasn't a passive fuck. I mean, there is only so much I can do laying back in a sling. I could egg him on to fuck me - and I did. But I could actively use my ass muscles to make him feel my hole more than he was.  And when he was buried deep, I'd ask him to flex that cock.......and he did. And I could really feel it.

During the previous fuck (before the last ass eating, that is) we finally let the sling to do the work. The swaying of the sling back onto his cock and back off it......and repeat.  While the chains could have been oiled to be smoother, you wanted / needed the sound of the squeak to be there.

The last ass eating, he kept commenting how wet my ass was, how it was self-lubricating to protect itself from the fuck he was giving me.  It was all a turn-on, for all senses.

One more push in and he mentioned, this time he wouldn't hold back on the ejaculation. I assumed he had been near that edge the times he'd pull out to go eat my ass. He admitted as much.  As he got nearer, I told him, in so many words, I wanted his load.  He made me ask for it.

I did. Then told him he was "off the hook".   I know this, because I do the same thing when I top.

Then he shot. While he self-admitted he's not a talker, I tried to make him tell me what he was doing as it happened.  "I'm cumming up your ass!".

He was indeed.  And deep up it too, as he was fully in me.

As he started to gain a new sense of normal, I do what I do to all who fuck me:  I used those ass muscles to grab his cock. This elicited a shock to his core - in a good way.  I'd do it a good half dozen more times, all with the same reaction. I told him, I was taking every drop of his seed.

Sometimes I feel I have very little to bring to the (sex) table. I do think I have good oral skills - but again, that is what I've been told. I've heard the same of my ass, but I can never truly be sure.

When you have the cock the size of Felching Pisser's, there is no good way extract your cock. Too big just to slip out.  But when he did, he went to his knees - at first I thought to eat my ass. I mean, the word 'felch' is right in his name.  He looks at the hole and tells me I'll be keep it, he's put his load too far up there to get out.

But he stayed on his knees. Something about the fuck really took it out of him. I'd like to think it was the intensity of our fuck - of my ass.  But that last part probably isn't true.

I thanked him for allowing me to come over and be fucked. I told him anytime he's back in town, I'd be glad to have him fuck me again.

It was a great fuck.


Oh - and you can read his take of the fuck here.

Tying and Topping

I was in a mood.

Let me correct that. I became in a mood.

I was sitting at my local friendly Starbucks looking through A4A, Scruff, Grindr, Recon….you name it, because I wanted to suck cock….or maybe take it up the pooper. But the sex gods were not with me this day. At least the top ones.

The ones who wanted me to top were working overtime. The more frustrated I became with not getting any for me, the more I started to think I should go fuck someone else. Things weren’t looking good when I got rejected by 2-3 people who could have done a LOT worse than myself. Fuck You Very Much.

One I wasn’t really targeting hit me up. The pic was intriguing and he had on mirrored sunglasses which always makes a man look hotter. He said he’s there to serve real men – nothing off limits and he’d do whatever I said. I have found this to be untrue, time and time again. It’s not that I ever go to extremes, but hell, many times you can’t find a guy who can, or will, actually swallow every inch and every drop.

And at this point, I didn’t want my white gold going in a mouth.

He also asked if I was rough. I told him I could hold my own. He said he’d be ready in 30 minutes. I said, make it 20. And he was – like a good faggot.

He was older, and less attractive than his picture. His body was sub-par, but it’s not like I was going to fucking date him. Or even get to know his name. The apartment was……..unfortunate. Four rooms with many many many displayed action figures. I get that people collect them. I do. But………when your grown-man bedspread is Batman symbols…….it’s a little sad, unless you’re Sheldon Cooper….which you’re not.

And it must have been 90 degrees in the apartment. Mind you it was 20 out, but with coat and sweatshirt on, I immediately broke a sweat. He was only in briefs – neon green ones that I could see he had roped off his balls and cock. He led me back to his bedroom and I immediately got him on his knees. He was begging for my cock, but I wasn’t there yet. I made him gnaw through my jeans. I slapped the side of his face – HARD. It got a groan, albeit a happy one. You could tell he loved it. That was a shame for me. I didn’t want him to like it at all.

Like I said – I was in a mood.

I did release my cock. I wasn’t letting him touch it or access it just yet, though I wouldn’t hold out too long. He was a decent cocksucker. He could take it. He could take it all. He didn’t struggle too too much as I held him down on it for extended periods of time, never easing up on my grip.

He had bad knees (amateur) and was soon on his bed, head hanging over it, while I deep-dicked him from above. Again, very good skills. He whimpered like a faggot in need. I know the sound all too well. And I face fucked him good and hard too. I was kind of amazed at the power at which I was providing my cock.

I had already spied an open box on a chair across the room. A small toy chest if you will. So when pulling my cock out of his throat, I walked over to it. I owned the room. He said he’d do whatever I said – right?

In the box was some rope, a number of dildos and a few other things like cockrings, etc. I grabbed the rope.

Now, I was never a boy scout and short of tying my own shoe/boot laces and a neck tie, I’m not trained in the art of the knot. But what the fuck – I’d give it a try. He was faced down on the bed, I walked around and bound his hands. The rope went around both wrists multiple times. I wrapped them tight. I triple knotted them.

I made the rookie mistake of binding his hands in front of him – but more on that in a bit.

I went back and secured one leg to his bedframe – underneath the box springs. Then I turned my attention back to his box of tricks. Both dildos were black. One was big. One was basically the size of a 12 year old’s arm. I started with that one.

The stupid fucker had no lube. I mean, WTF? He is on-line wanting to bottom, needs lube other than spit (or so he said) and has none? Since he was tied up, I went into his kitchen and found his olive oil. When I came back, the asshole was snorting poppers. This meant, he got out of one restraint. He said the rope was cutting into him. I reminded him that he was the one who said he’d do ‘whatever I wanted’. I wanted him bound, but I’m not a complete asshole. You ask to be untied or have it adjusted.

So now I WAS in a mood.

The idea had been to start with the smaller (but still large) dildo. Now I opted for the extra large one. And I could have been nice about it. I poured the olive oil on it generously. But I did it over the bed. Like I gave a fuck at this point if a mess was to be made. Then I rammed it in.

Well, I rammed it about 4” in. That mother was fucking thick. As accepting as his hole was, or wanted to be, the thickness of that fucking dildo was a little much. And since I’m not a complete asshole (no, really, It’s true!), I switched back to the smaller one. Since his hole was olive-oiled up, I didn’t do anything with this one….and just pushed it up his cunt. And dildo-fucked it for a bit. Then I just withdrew and slammed in the big one. It didn’t go all in, but a fuck of a lot more than 4”.

He groaned like a little bitch.

It didn’t stop me. I didn’t slow to assess if it was a good or bad groan. I didn’t care. I was in a mood. I used that arm-sized dildo on his hole for a bit. He muffled any complaints he may have had.

Truth be told, I grew bored with the toy play. I extracted the dildo and shoved my cock up there. As big as I think my cock is, between the dildo play and his well-used ass, there wasn’t tons of traction, but it was a warm hole. It didn’t take me long to get off.

I hadn’t shot for a while, so I provided a big deposit. I made little noise. I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction if it felt good to me. I was providing my own pleasure more than he was giving it to me.

As he lay there, I got dressed. I told him to stay put. I zipped up, buttoned up and walked out. Never to return.

Nerd Fuck(s)

I can surely drag stories of the big-dicked Nerd out to any number of posts. There would be little variation usually. Mostly it is still just me giving head to his incredible dick. So I thought I’d comprise a few of the non-sucking stories here.

The Nerd has fucked me maybe 4-5 times. It has always been the same, more or less. We touch each other, I go to my knees for him, we touch some more….his hands grazing my nuts, then my taint, then the hole.

The fuck has almost always been the same – me bent over the counter, him hastily shoving his cock in me, cramming it as it were. While I like the man, I fear he had no true technique when it came to the art of the fuck. It was almost jackhammer and then quickly cum. Saying that – it’s a great cock and always a superior load, so I was happy to take whatever he’d give.

Between these times where we are having butt sex, I’ve been happy to suck that beautiful cock. There is an erotic tension between us, which is palpable….and nice. I’m never sure how far I can push him. He seems innocent enough – though that’s relative, I suppose – and I fear that I might freak him out if I’m too forward or push for more “fun”.

This time in question, we were not in the kitchen, as people were working in it. We went through the same routine of touching, sucking and getting ready to fuck. As we stood facing each other, him running his finger over my butthole, there was little space between us. At this point, he leaned in and kissed me, something he’s never done. If I had to wager on this beforehand, I’d have ventured he was a mediocre kisser. I would have lost that bet.

The lip action didn’t last long, but it was intense. This time, he nicely asked that I get on my back on the desk. He wanted to fuck me face-to-face. I was so down for it.

As it would turn out, this would be a great position for both of us, well, once he figured out where the hole was. I’m only joking a little. The new angle had us thrown off a bit. But once he found it, that big fucking thick cock sunk deep into my hole. No poppers. Just breathing.

I gotta say, the Nerd was in his element. The change of position changed how he fucked. While still insistent and hard, it wasn’t a jackrabbit fuck. The man DOES know how to drill an ass. He lasted way longer than the kitchen counter encounters. Still, I could hear it in his voice and his breathing that he wasn’t far from dumping his seed in my butt.

Like he does when I suck him, he has orgasmic reactions during and after shooting his load. I actually love watching and hearing it.

I was hoping for a lean in kiss as he came, but it wasn’t meant to be. Nor has it been since. I don’t know if the kiss freaked him out or not, but it’s never been approached since.

He slowly withdrew from me, both of us shaking at the intensity for the fuck…..and of the load.

It was one of the few times I jacked off this year. He asked to see it…………..and he got his wish.

The last two times we played it was outside. The second to last time it was oral, with some ass play. I won’t say there was actual fucking. I wouldn’t even say there were true attempts. By the time we seriously considered it, his internal count had already started. I have been with him enough to know that once that countdown starts, the rockets will blast no matter what.

While I like to take the load (obviously!), I’m up for new fun. He was already between my legs, me being on my back. I reached down and spread my cheeks. “Spray that load all over my asshole. Not my ass, but right on the fucking hole”. He seemed confused, but complies.

He is never as vocal as I’d like. His moans of pleasure and moans of ejaculation are one and the same. So until I started feeling warm jets hit my exposed hole and flesh, only then did I know he was cumming.

The last time he fucked me was just near end of Fall. We played outside, in my front yard which is greened in, so no one can truly see. Sure, there’s a road next to my house, and with leaves falling,  if the drives can see through the green while going 30 mph, then more power to them, I hope they catch a glimpse. But they’d never be able to pick me out of a line-up.

The idea was for a blowjob. Yes, I wanted more. Yes, I know he wanted more. But out meet ups are usually after work, where he has to get home to his wife or husband. I’m not sure which, as we have never truly discussed it, as in the big scheme of things, it doesn’t really matter.

I wasn’t “prepared” to get fucked, if you know what I mean. There is never enough time from leaving work to getting home to him showing up. It’s a ballet and douching is rarely a part of that dance.

Yet, here we were. I was wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts (going commando) as it was in the mid-60s. He figured out my underwearless situation early on as my boner was more like a tent pole. He reached under to play, but I just pulled them off like a third rate stripper.

This time he didn't really ask permission and I didn't really protest. He just turned me around.

I faced the house and placed my hands on the windowsill.   He was behind me but with the help of the windows, I could see his reflection in the glass.

It was nice to see the ecstasy in his eyes, as they'd squint a little as he got past my ring.  I watched his head go back a little as he hit bottom.  I could see him look at me as I looked back.

While I'd love to say it was a long fuck, it was not. But I loved being able to see his face as he came in my guts.

We are so down for more play -and while I have blown him here and there, our lives and some unfortunate instances have sidelined either him or myself or both. 

We will get back on track - and you'll get more stories.