Park Action

I'm sitting here - real time - in khaki shorts, no underwear and a huge black load up my ass. 

But I'll start back a week.  Three, even. 

As I am very much still in my Black Period - and the Black Signal is still very operational - I "happened" to be at a park I've mentioned previously. 

There were a number of empty cars, so I exited mine and walked up to the shelter, where there were four men - all black. I know I'm suspect due to my race and possibly age, but I like what I like, and most of these guys, when not ignoring me, are adventurous. 

I knew one guy - and I knew he was going to do nothing but watch. Handsome, but somewhat timid or hyper concerned about saliva and semen. I don't think anal is on his list. 

Two others I had not seen, one sitting with his cock out. One of the other guys was sucking as I approached. He stopped when I got close, but the cock stayed out. Immediately the exposed one asked me for a lighter, which I did not have.  "Then why don't you get down on this dick then?"  I didn't need to be asked twice. 

This guy was probably 9.5" - if he could have fully gotten it up. I worked on it like a champ, but to no avail. I'd already surmised he was high, so maybe he just couldn't do it. He told me to suck on the guy standing next to me. So I did. 

This guy was a solid - and mean SOLID - 8.5er. Dark as night. He let out a few grunts here and there as I sucked but not verbal. He and the big dicked guy would pass me back and forth. The guy who was sucking had left and a new guy showed up who presented his cock to me. 

All of this was well and good, but not much was really happening - if you know what I mean. Eventually the 8.5 guy had to nut and shoved it in my mouth. Everyone else dispersed shortly thereafter. 

Fast forward two weeks, and I'm back at the park on a Saturday morning after the gym. At said gym, I prepped, a few times, and even lubed my hole. You know, just in case.  I get there but am ignored by the two black guys who are there. I go to head back to my car and pass the guy I sucked two weeks prior. I have zero idea of he recognizes or remembers me. But he had on grey sweats and nothing underneath them. I still head to my car to see how things play out. 

A few later, he's heading back to the parking lot. He gets in his car, pulls to the back of the lot - backing in which is nothing but brush and trees behind his car. A moment later, he just opens his driver door.  Not being shy, I walk back there and he's got his cock out and I say nothing but lean in and take it in my mouth. He doesn't stop me. Eventually, I get down on my knees, right in the parking lot and suck his cock with abandon. At some point I do stand and lean over again. He reaches in my shorts and plays with my balls and then behind them. It's not long till he finds my hole, and a second later before he realizes it's lubed. 

He pushes me out of the way - and pops the hatch on his car then walks behind. I drop my shorts and lean inside the car. He tries to fuck me with just the spit on his cock and the little lube on my twat. We realize early this isn't going to work. He goes to the car and gets out vaseline!   OMG - my childhood rushing back to me in a few swipes of that jelly.  But man - does it make things go in easier. 

The man is hung and thick and I feel it. And he makes me feel it. He's not subtle. He fucks. He pounds. This is about him. Me? I'm just a hole. For a park fuck, it goes on - like 12-15 minutes. He is just nailing me and I keep asking him to do it. Like the oral part, he's not verbal. Barely a grunt.  Eventually he unloads. I milk him and he lets me. But from his vantage point, he can see cars at the entrance that will be in our area very soon, he pulls out and puts away.  

I stand up and pull my pants up. As I do, I notice the two that had ignored me were walking our way. The second they saw the 2-3 cars, they scatter, but so do I. 

But today, there are two other cars in the lot. No one inside that I can tell. I head to the shelter. No one exits there cars, if they're there at all. Eventually, some guy appears from the other direction. It's the guy from last week.  He stops in, asks how it's going as he takes out his cock at the same time. 

"Why don't you get down and suck this?"   So I do.  It grows and he's liking my work. He is so fucking hard. I'm down there for a while. He's in no rush to get off. 

I tell him I have to stand for a moment. I don't. I can be manipulative. He plays with my tits and I tell him he shouldn't because it makes my hole twitch. 

I see a guy on a trail behind us. He says the dude is cool. I asked, "do you care if you're watched", he does not, nor do I.  

He asked me if my hole was ready. I had prepped it at the gym, but didn't lube it, though I had some in my pocket. I gave it to him and he slathered up. I bent over a stone wall, waist high, and he pushed into me. Fuck - it felt so good. 

The man is thick and long. And like last time he went to town. I didn't have my glasses on, but I'm assuming the guy who was on the trail was watching. I think my guy was putting on a show. 

The fuck didn't last as long as the one before, but fuck it felt good.  His breathing got heavy and I knew he was unloading in me.  He immediately pulled out. 

"Let's do this again", he said as he pulled up his sweats and walked away. 

Out of Town Cock

With the Black Signal still activated, he pinged me on Scruff. His airplane in the green dot told me he was visiting the city from elsewhere. So did his face. Let’s face it – we are usually on an app enough to know when there is someone ‘new’ in our near distance. Either they just joined, rejoined or are here from out of town. He was the latter. 

He came Guyana -> Paris -> London -> NYC. Not in travel, but in living. I only know this because as I was changing to leave his hotel room, I asked him about his accent. I couldn’t place it. That would because it had a melding of the first three locations in which he lived. But he was an artist visiting our town in which he allegedly had an exhibition. He also had at least 8 inches. If it came down to art or dick, I really only had one interest here. 

On-line, he was coy at first. I sent him a pic that included my nekkid ass, and he responded with a shot of his penis. I think we pretty much knew the score then and there. I counted the minutes until I got out of work and to his hotel room. He was waiting for me with the door open, which locked as soon as I entered. As I had an evening meeting, I didn’t dawdle, though I rarely do. I started undressing immediately and he followed suit. Sometimes I’ll leave something on as a way of easing into the scene, and as having someone disrobe me (or vice versa) can be erotic. I didn’t have time for that. 

He wanted to kiss. I can be down with that, but this is a man who fancied himself a good kisser. He was not. It lacked everything I want in that act. He had tight / taut lips that are dry. I don’t need sloppy kisses, but some passion, some connection. There was none of that. I went with it anyway, as it made him happy, which made him hard. 

I sat on the edge of the bed and he stepped forward. His semi-hard cock in my face. Then it went IN my face – meaning, of course, my mouth. His milk chocolate skin got slightly darker and shinier from my saliva. I didn’t really struggle with taking it all. I may have put on a little act to make it look that way, but honestly, I didn’t try that hard. I’m a cocksucker – on an app for guys looking for cocksuckers. I know my craft. I can’t always be bothered to inflate a man’s ego. His cock responded appropriately – getting stiffer and longer. 

He took the lead from here. He got between my legs, but just to play with my cock and then reaching up and touching my torso and then nipples. And I think by now you all know if you play with those…..well…..things happen. But he leaned forward to do it, and of course, his cock swung too, hitting my balls and right around the taint. 

Instinctively I pulled my legs back a bit, exposing my vulnerable side. He moved in a bit. I had to give him a “whoa!”. Not without lube, dude. You’re 8+. He only had hotel lotion, but that was good enough for me. He retrieved it from the bathroom, slicked up and poised himself at my hole. One healthy (?) hit of poppers later, count to five, and give the nod for him to start. 

It might make me whorish, but he slid in with little problem. He was mindful about it. But he was steady and persistent. It didn’t take long to bottom out. He hesitated for about 15 seconds before he started moving. …..and then he started fucking. 

It was slow at first. And then it wasn’t. And then it was. He alternated based on him, not me. Which is the way it should be. His pleasure before mine. INSTEAD of mine, actually. It just happened to be that I liked the feeling and the fullness. But he was methodical and taking his time. This is normally all well and good, but you know…………tick tick tick……….I had somewhere to be, not that told him that. While I was using him for his cock as much as he was using me for my ass, the key is to have him think it was a one way street. 

He slipped out and lay back on the bed, wanting to kiss more. I did it, of course, but to keep him engaged. This is where I took over. Sitting on a cock is never my favorite position, still, I do what I must and sometimes the top wants it – so I do it. This was a keep things moving move. He didn’t object. He didn’t stop me. No additional lube was needed. I slid right down on it – to the root. It felt fucking great. Judging by his face, he seemed to enjoy it too. 

The man played with my tits and that worked for me too. I rode him, but as I said, it’s not my fave. It’s not extremely comfortable for me to sit like that and I can’t get quite the right thrust and movement that I think either of us wants from a fuck. Or………..a FUCK! 

We moved and I could tell his cock was not as hard as it could be. Mouth and hands were used. But honestly, what seemed to get him going was his own verbal. How he’d like to see other guys fuck me – and how. So I peppered him with questions – what type of guys? How many? How did he want them to breed me? This got him not just erect, but made him push into me all at once. He went for it and really sawed my ass with his rod. 

In my mind, this type of pounding would get him to the edge quickly. I was wrong. He was methodical and was enjoying himself inside my butthole, so he was in no rush to rush. I attempted to move things along with butt muscles and timing them with this thrust in. Between that and the dirty talk, it got him to the edge. And over it. 

While not a silent cummer, he wasn’t loud either. I could feel throbs. I knew what he was doing. He knew what he was doing. 

It took longer than I wanted for the cock to slip out. He liked keeping it in. I do too actually. And I’d squeeze so he knew those muscles were working every drop out. After it came out, I lay back on the bed for a moment. He stepped off next to the bed. He wanted to see me jack off. I knew I wasn’t going to cum, but I’m ok putting on a small show. My head was near the edge of the bed where he was standing. I leaned back and opened my mouth. His cock went in. All the way. “That’s it – clean it off. Taste that ass, lick it clean”. 

I wasn’t licking. I was sucking it clean. I tasted ass, cum and some lotion, but mostly the other two – in that order. Made it cleaner than when we started. I could send him to dinner with colleagues and I could get to my meeting. I apologized for not being able to get off, but he said he’d be back in March and April, so I have multiple chance to get 8+ black inches again.

Black Worship

Another sniffies find. 

As you have seen with my recent posts, the end of 2022 and most all of 2023 has been dominated by black cock. A friend and I have discussed for years that there is a type of Black Signal that goes out when you hook up with a man of color. All of the sudden the word is out – somehow, someway. Even if it’s different cities. Even if they don’t know each other. It’s out there. It goes on for an indefinite period of time and then it goes away until it happens again. Clearly, the Black Signal has been out for me in 2023 so far – and I’m feelin’ it. 

The profile seemed nice. Better than average body, nice looking cock and a wide array of sexual interests. However, in our very brief exchange, he asked if I liked to suck cock. I told him I LOVED to suck cock. 

No lie – I was looking to get fucked. By just about anybody. Seriously. My libido for taking it up the ass has been a high since being out of town in December of 2022. Yeah, yeah – sucking is great and I’m good at it, but my hole was twitching and wanting more. And clearly, as you’ve been reading the last few entries, it’s been happening. I just wanted it to happen more. I’m a greedy faggot – what can I say? 

He had to come down to get the door, as the buzzer was broken. He had a nice athletic body and a good stride, as he tried to keep a good 50’ in front of me it seemed. We entered his clean apartment (I don’t completely take back what I said the other post) and he went back to his bedroom. 

His pants came off and he sat the edge of the bed. Towel beneath him. I was to be on my knees in front of his spread legs. That seems extremely appropriate, no? 

His skin was dark and a little rough. And I mean on the cock. His cock seemed average but he claimed 8.5”. It wasn’t. Maybe 8” once it grew. And it did – in my mouth. It got nicely thick too. See? 

The man didn’t stay upright looking down on me – figuratively or literally - for long. His head went back to the bed. His hands went to his nipples. His eyes seemed closed. He was in another place mentally. I may have been part of his sexual scenario or not. I was the catalyst in certain ways. I was the parasite to his host. I was the warm mouth. The saliva that made the gliding of the mouth easier and erotic. It turned his dark cock darker and shinier. 

At first – and the first time (we’ve met about three or four times now) – he had minimal verbal anything. A little moaning. At subsequent encounters he was quite vocal – telling me to get down on his fucking cock. To SUCK it. 

The first time – and all times - as I was down there, I’d take my tongue to his nuts. And then to this taint. He responded positively, as you might expect. What guy doesn’t like feeling a tongue on that sensitive skin? Anyone? Anyone??? 

Somewhat unsurprisingly – but maybe a little – his legs went up as I traced my tongue over his taint. This exposed his asshole. To me, it was an invitation. I mean, I’m not stupid. I knew it wasn’t an invite for anything more than my tongue. But I am also a very eager ass-eater. When it comes down to it, I shouldn’t be so fucking turned on when I hear him say, “Oh yeahhhh………….lick that shithole.”, just based on that last word. But turned-on I was, and it made me more so. Yeah, I get it: I’m a pig.

But I went in - and like the pro that I am, tongued, licked, lapped at, kissed his black ass. And I fucking loved it. So did he. 

Doing this gets me revved up. It got him stiffer than he was before, which is saying something. 

I went back to his cock and his hand went to the back of my head. I wasn't going to go anywhere, but he made sure of it. His hips would raise as my mouth descended. It became a well choreographed piston dance. 

He told me to suck his cock. He told me to use my mouth. When to tighten. When to loosen. 

I mean, I know what to do and when to do it. I have just a wee bit of experience in the art of oral sex. There I was, on my knees, mouthful of cock. He was laying back with an arm over his face / eyes. I was there for him, but you have to believe it wasn't me. 

Each time he'd get more verbal the closer he got.  Each time it would get me excited, so I probably sucked better, stronger, faster. 

I'll assume his neighbors couldn't hear him, but he's a big moaner and somewhat yeller when he comes. Or maybe he just doesn't care 

Of course, i swallowed it all - and then squeeze out every drop. 

He messaged me and wants it again, but wants to piss in my mouth.   I think I'm good with that, no? 

sniffies breeding

“You bottom, right?” 

That was his opening salvo from Sniffies.  But that it was a black dick - another black cock - that it reminded me that the Black Signal had been activated.  A friend and I have mentioned for years, when you get one black cock, all of the sudden, you're contacted right and left by black men wanting to get off. This did nothing to disprove this theory. 

I love the idea of sniffies, but in reality, it’s the same bullshit of flakes and posers who rarely follow through. In a year of using it, I can count on three fingers how many times it has worked as intended. I’m sur some of that is on me too. I won’t lie. 

Yet this guy got it. Right out of the gate. Not fucking around and to the point. I replied back immediately that I do. He gave me a vague area where he lived and it was near where I was going, but he said he’d give me the full address in 5 minute – which I found odd. But he was true to his word. I wasn’t far away, so I got there right quick. 

He took me to his apartment which was the third floor of a house. The tv was a little loud for me, but I got right away why it was: to lessen our noise. 

Just a side note: why are all trick’s places filthy as fuck? Doubtful an item of clothes are off the floor, never a dish not stacked in the sink, a bed not made……….and those are the best case scenarios. I can’t be the only one who has a neat place, am I? 

He went to use the bathroom, when he came out, my pants were already off. This wasn’t a meet and greet. This was fucking. Plain and simple. 

Yeah, I sucked him for all of 2 minutes. I was more surprised when he sucked me. But he did it while I was on the bed, he was bent over standing next to the bed. It was easy for him to just lift my legs up to his shoulder, which he did. He asked me to bring lube, which I did. 

I tossed him the tube, he ran his fingers over my hole. I quivered. I’m now am seemingly writing like Danielle Steele (I would assume). He took seconds to press it against the opening. I wasn’t breathing in a proper manner, so I was clenched a little more than I wanted. But he liked that. The tightness – even of going in. 

His head was nice. The shaft was semi-thick. I could feel it. I could feel my membranes attaching to and wrapping around his cock. And he pumped. At first it was short almost jabs. Just the head and about 1-2”. It was nice, but it wasn’t what I think either of us wanted. Me, being the bossy bottom, told him to hold still, which is seemingly difficult for all tops when you ask them not to move. But I wasn’t trying to adjust to the size. Nope, I arched my back enough that I sunk down onto his cock all the way. I looked right at him and told him I was taking him to the balls. His eyes rolled back in his head – literally. I watched it. 

The guy wasn’t a bad fuck, but you know, he wasn’t a great one either. It was good. I needed it. I wanted it, but mostly needed it. Turns out he wasn’t for the legs over the shoulder action. Soon I was on all fours. Ass to the edge of the bed, aiming down, as he was shorter than I. More lube and a one-push to the hilt. Then it was pump action. Hard. No craft. Just animal. 

That angle wasn’t completely right. He kept sliding out. Soon I was on my belly, on his bed. His full body weight on top of me working towards the goal line. The noise he didn’t want the neighbors to hear wasn’t coming from either of us, though there were certainly groans, moans and a few expletives, but the majority was coming from the bed squeaking. Being the ever-problem solver, I just reach out, braced my hand against the wall while he plunged my depths, steadied the bed to a degree and minimized the telltale rhythmic squeak. 

But this is the position in which we finished. Well, he. I was merely a receptacle for this man. He made vague announcement of him getting closer. Not close. Closer. But he never told me it was happening. Not verbally anyways. But I could feel his shaft throb consistently for a period of time – knowing he was jetting his seed deep into my guts. Where we both agreed it belonged. 

There would be no ‘did you want to get off?’ discussion. He lay there for what seemed like a bit of time, but was probably 20 seconds. I grabbed my t-shirt and dress shirt and started getting ready to go. He made some comment on how this would relax him before going to a tense family dinner. He was downstairs holding the door for me before I had my shoes on. We were done. 

At least this time.

3 More

The next morning - after about four hours of sleep - I got up, pre-dawn, and in the fucking cold weather, took off for a four mile run. Though my phone was firmly secure in a pouch in my compression shorts, I could feel it buzz anytime a message came through.  The problem was, I was focused on my run and it's really really hard to get the phone back in and out of the slot. Halfway through the run, my curiosity got the better of me. 

I stopped, read a few might-be messages off the hook-up apps. A few semi-promising ones, plus a direct text from an on-line buddy whom I've been very unsuccessful at setting up anything. 

I replied to all three. Telling each where I was staying. But giving times when I'd be available. While I'm always in for a group thing, I was not interested in the back and forth of coordinating times with three or having to describe the others to every other one.  I'm not a fucking party planner. They each got different times 30 minutes from each other. 

Since I had time, while completing my run, I ran into Starbucks across from the hotel and got something to eat / drink. While I waited I looked at my messages again. The first guy was already at the hotel, even though we agreed on 30 minutes from now. I grabbed my stuff and hustled off to the room, texting him the room number.  Breakfast and caffeine would have to wait. 

The man was quiet and unassuming.  6', 180 or so. He wanted to fuck, according to our exchange, He was also black, which wasn't in his profile. That isn't an issue with me, just a weird exclusion, though maybe it shouldn't be. 

All I had to do was drop my running shorts. He had to undress. He was slow, methodical, thoughtful it seemed. He was hard. Seven inches - so at least no one was buying into stereotypes.  "How do you wan to take it?"   I replied, that's not up to me.  "Then get on your back, now."

There was no exclamation mark with that directive Again, methodical, low key but clearly in control. Before he got to my door, but after I was in it, I did have the sense to put some lube at my hole - though at this point there was still plenty man-lube inside. There would be no sucking to get him hard here.  He found my hole with his hand and discovered the lube. There was no reaction to his face. There wouldn't be for the entire fuck.

He put his cock to my hole and slid in. No real resistance. He took note. "How many loads?"  Four, I told him. He fucked. Like his demeanor, it was steady paced and methodical, but in his control. He said he liked my hole, but with such a flat affect that he could have been reading aloud a manual on how to change a tire. Still he fucked. 

As you'd surmise by now, there was no real build up to orgasm. No varying of speed. No notable aural indications. No announcement. No tension in the face or neck. I could simply feel the pulse of his cock. He didn't wait for gravity and flaccidness do its thing. He pulled out. He did not stop me from licking him clean. He dressed. He thanked me. He left. 

10 minutes later there was a knock. The other guy was a little early. I'm surprised when they show at all, let alone early.  At the same time, "Rich", my would-be on-line buddy, texted me to say he'd be early - like a lot early. I said there was someone there - he didn't care, neither did the guy who just arrived. I left the door cracked. 

The first guy - a very built black guy, who was seemingly a little high - didn't want to wait, so we go down to fucking. Again, no oral needed. I was on all fours on the bed facing away from the door, him behind me and in me. The guy was good at fucking, and he was about the same size as the guy who left. He was more aggressive. I was moaning and telling him to fuck me. 

Five minutes in, I hear the door open and close. After what seems like a while - and wasn't - I hear him say, "Yeah - pound that fucking hole!!!!"   So, the black fucker picks up the pace and intensity.  Rich watches (I'm assuming) for a minute and then comes in front of me, drops his pants and sticks his 6.5" cock in my face. I suck willingly and expectedly. 

They talk about me. How the hole is, how it feels, how the mouth feels. The black guy needs or wants a break telling Rich to take over. Rich and I had discussed things beforehand and fucking wasn't on his list, but now he's balls deep in me. At this point, my hole is very accepting.  In the interim, I'm blowing the black guy. Tasting some of the loads that were in me that was stuck to his shaft, mixed with some lube. 

After a few, they switch back. Rich takes a seat on the other bed to watch. He's jacking. I warn him not to cum that way. I mean, that would be the ultimate waste.  But the black guy is seemingly into being watched and egged on. He goes harder, then HARD.  He roars that he is cumming. I know there are people next door. I know they can hear him, as I've heard parts of their conversations at a normal volume.  I don't care. 

He pulls out and Rich takes over. The other guy doesn't wait around to see how it ends, and exits the room. Rich comments on the loads in me, and asks how many are there. I suppose it could go either way, but I'm honest in that now 6 and soon to be 7.  It doesn't turn him off. It might be the thing that gets him to the finish line. 

Rich also is vocal in his unloading. I love it. 

After, he tells me to get on it and clean it off, which I do, both by licking and sucking. He tells me how turned on he was by the entire thing as he dresses. 

Rich would be my last load of this trip,  I did, however, go out to see a friend who was working over the weekend, he took a few minutes break to come see me in my car. In a quiet space, he went down on me. He thought he had it all under control.  His mouth was great. My libido was high.  Unknown to him, I had not ejaculated in over two weeks. THAT he was not expecting..........mostly because I didn't tell him. 

"Kurt" started off well when I came, but he increasingly struggled as I continued........and continued....and continued to shoot.  No worries, he was as much a pro at taking it down the throat as I had been in taking it up the ass the previous 15 hours. 

I dropped him back at work and went to meet my fiends who would never know that I was in town, let alone what I had done. Or who. 

Crooked

I was out of town for a planned party. But I went down a day early because the rest of the times I'd be with, and staying at, my friends. I needed a little 'me' time'. 

Well.......'me' and anyone who walked in the hotel room door to use me. 

While it was a decent run of strangers I am limiting this series to two. The super average ones aren't worth the effort in my seemingly limited blogging time. 

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Oddly, this one is about my first outing. 

I checked into the hotel and soon thereafter logged onto any number of site. Grinrd, Scruff, A4A, Recon, BBRT and Sniffies. The latter has never - and I mean NEVER - been successful for me. Usually some light chit chat, but no one every looking really - or at least not looking for me. 

Within a minute I got hit up on Sniffies. He was over at Barnes & Noble, a mile away, and about to rub one out in their bathroom, but if I wanted to suck him, that'd be better.  I wanted to suck him. He said he gotten off earlier, but was up for the task.  

He showed. It shouldn't be such a big thing to publish, but c'mon, these guys are flakes no matter which app you're using. 

The guy was ok. I'd say 'not my type', but that the fuck do I know?  I'll say he was well put together. For him, the perfect hair, clothes, accessories. A little moon faced, but eager. In a way, more pretty than handsome. Not feminine, but not masculine. An everyman? 

But he knew the drill. Only the pants came off. It was a blowjob. I have never understood the guys who feel the need to strip completely for head. He didn't want to stand, but lean back on the bed with me on my knees between his legs. 

Here is where he stood out:  besides being verbal - which is a huge plus - he was aggressive in non-traditional ways.  He grabbed my phone and said he'd get on line and find someone else. I signed on the phone and let him do basically whatever he wanted. 

As it would turn out, he'd take pics of me sucking his cock and send them to randos on Sniffies. 

I would find this out after he left. He left no guy nearby un-messaged. He was hitting up anyone and everyone seeing if they wanted to come by and fuck me while I sucked his cock. But he was doing it under my profile. 

Unlike the above, the photos he took were not cropped and showed all of me 

Some guys in my shoes would be horrified, offended, used or violated. I felt nothing but admiration for this guy. And he was contacting guys on-line. The chances of anyone actually showing were slim.  As it would turn out - only one would. Proven wrong again, am I. 

There was a knock. The other guy answered it. I was in place. Back to the door. Pants off. 

At first I didn't see him. I heard pants coming off. I heard the first guy offer up my ass. Then I felt the guy behind me.  He wasn't quite "ready" for my ass yet. I would go ahead and swap dicks in my mouth - original guy to new one, and then back again. And repeat. 

But the guy's cock......fuck.  Thick. Very thick. Hard to mouth, at least artfully. Thickness wasn't the entire issue......or even the primary one. 

That was. 

THAT was quite a kink to the shaft, no?

It didn't easily fit in a mouth and I was wondering how / if it would fit up an ass.  I was about to find out. 

The original guy told him to get behind me and he followed the command. I tossed the lube his way. And there we went.  I'd say the guy was rough on purpose, but I think the truth of it is that he wasn't skilled. At all. But with a bit hit of poppers he got in but there would be no pause for adjustment. He sank in....the entire way.  It was fucking heaven. 

The first guy saw the elation on my face and went, "fuck yeah!" and presented me his cock. Now it was just a spit roast. 

The guy behind me went on to plow. Not a lot of finesse, but it was a quick on-line hook-up in a sleazy hotel room with strangers. No one was going for any awards on style. 

This would go on for a while. The one behind me was in no hurry to cum. The one in front of me jacked off a few hours before so I had to really work it. Of course, I did.  I'm a trooper. Oh, and a cocksucker. 

The feeder kept checking his watch. I knew he was on a short leash from his husband, who didn't know he was there. I worked harder and achieved the load.  He tried to tell the guy behind me to cum too - as he wanted it timed, but you know that's iffy at best. 

He apologized as he straightened up. He had to go, but for us to have fun. 

The fucker was slow to cum. I'm not really a load collector. I do like the art of extraction, but you know, sleazy hotel sex and multiple postings, at some point you want the guy to get off so you can find the next victim. 

It took about another 20 minutes before he got there. So many times he'd completely withdraw just to punch it back in. I loved that feeling. 

He did it once more, with the full sink-in when he let loose. I fucking loved that too. 

I went down and sucked him clean after he pulled out.  He liked that. I loved it. 

He went on his way. I went looking for those victims.  

Suk Me

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Cigar Daddy

I've been told in no uncertain terms that it shouldn't matter how busy I am, that I should be providing tales of sex to the likes of you.  I've been fucking blog-shamed. 

I get it. I had it coming........pun fully intended. 

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It's been a crappy few months at work, and as we navigate the final part of the budget season, things have been extremely tense. But it was Thanksgiving week (yes, a timely post at that!) and few people were around on the day before - so yours truly left the office at 2:00p.  

The idea wasn't exactly for sex, but to relax with a cigar. 

I have a location where I can smoke uninterrupted and also not smell up my car and house. Yes, when I partake with a cigar, I still have limitations on what even I can stand and how I like things. Sometimes during these times alone - and they are usually alone - I will do a live Instagram session. 

There are ton of guys out on IG that love men with cigars. I'm one of them, and I'm one of them. Like men in leather, men with cigars always sounds hotter than it is in actuality. It's like porn. Admit it, you've never seen a hunky cable guy, truck driver, or even an in-shape fireman. 

I'm smart enough to know where I am in terms of attraction. I don't over-reach. I get a lot of fawning from guy on IG who insist on calling me "Sir".  Me!

While I've corrected them, it's of little use. Their fantasies are theirs and who am I to continually burst a bubble of a guy / guys I'm never ever ever gonna meet? 

It is an inherent problem of guys who smoke cigars:  people assume they are the top. 

I get it. Totally. They're phallic. They exude masculinity. They infer power. 

I also get that I'm a big-dicked, sometimes cigar smoking bottom. Be true to your school, eh guys? 

Yet here I was, not really hitting it out of the park on IG. So I ended that and while I worked an Asylum Ogre (7 x 70), which can take up to two hours to really get through, I scrolled through Scruff and Grindr and Sniffies instead. 

There he was. 30.  Looked younger. Some pics were good, some made him look a little fey.  Dyed hair. Nail polish. Twink-adjacent, if you will.  Without reading the profile I knew if 'top' appeared at all in his profile it would be that he was looking for one. I wasn't wrong. 

But I was in a mood. And even though I had gotten off the day before (another post; another time), the cigar affect was affecting me. I hit him up. He all too willingly replied back.  Visiting the family,  in from NYC for Turkey Day. He was willing. I talked him in to being able. 

He said he'd be there in 20. I said make it 15. He made it in 12.  Good boy. 

"Gabe" was more handsome in person than in his photos. He looked well younger than 30. He being maybe 150lb, 5'7"-ish, short, but scruffy brown hair and some facial hair. In his own way, he was adorable. 

I had sent him a r/t pic of me smoking a cigar, so he knew that would be a part of this, like it or not. Best case scenario, his clothes would smell of smoke. 

I had a semi as he arrived. I was fully erect as we locked the door. He felt it. I made sure of it. 

He felt "it" through the material. He slid down my zipper almost immediately. I made no attempt to stop him or slow down the experience.  He went to his knees without being asked or told. 

He was younger, but his mouth was experienced. My cock felt good deep in his mouth. He couldn't quite get the whole thing in at first, but we had time. 

Clearly, Gabe had a daddy thing going on. He called me it enough. That I could deal with, at least then and in that setting. It does annoy me when someone online starts out a convo with "hey daddy".  They almost always get immediately blocked. 

I got in to calling him "boy", "son" or "kid".  It was a scene but not quite role play. 

Gabe wanted validation but not overtly so. He wanted an older man's attention and even affection. 

I won't lie - he got it. He asked if I would kiss him. The phrasing was important. He didn't ask if he could, or if we could. He had this down correctly.  He didn't object in the slightest to me taking a draw on my Asylum and them kissing him. Multiple times. 

Gabe was a great kisser, so that didn't hurt matters. And he was ever so appreciative. 

Lest you worry, I did turn the tables. Dad got down on his knees and blew the boy. I think he liked it, but at this point, we all knew what he was there for. 

He got a little cuddling - if you can call it that - then I pushed him to his knees. His head was against the wall, my elbows leaning against the wall. He was trapped between my thighs and the wall. Nowhere to go. Not that he wanted to. 

I deep-dicked his throat, over and over. For the most part he was a pro. There were a few times he gagged, but considering at that point I was being inconsiderate, it was to be expected.  My cigar firmly in my jaw or lips, I talked dirty around it, calling him a "faggot" and a "cocksucker". 

Even though I did blow a load the day before, I'm known to shoot larger than average orgasms. He took it like a champ, though he might have dribbled a little on his shirt. 

I sent him back to mom & dad, later than he said he'd be, and no doubt smelling of cigar. I'm sure he's a smart kid, who could weave a tale to satisfy both items. 

Naturally, he messaged me a day later, hoping he could get another turn before he leaves.

Playroom

I wasn’t sure how many people would be at a noontime, weekday, leather sex party. I assumed it wouldn’t be overflowing, but the torrential downpour on the way over there made me believe anyone who was thinking of even trying to get out into the flash flood areas was now safely ensconced at home. 

I, however, had already left work before the deluge, and even threw on a full harness before leaving the employee parking garage. I made some other tweaks at stop lights and such. When all said, I’d have the harness, vest, gloves and wrist bands. As it would turn out, I was only half of the folks (four in total – including me) in leather, and I by far had the most of it on. 

I found the place ok. Walked in as directed. I “knew” the host from the gym shower. I had never done anything with him. We had never verbally spoke before either. But he had hit me up on Recon wanting to play with my asshole. And well………….I like that hole to be played with. And by strangers if necessary. Deep down I knew attendance would be sparse and if I wasn’t the only bottom, I might get one fuck out of this sneaking out of work afternoon. Spoiler Alert: I wasn’t wrong. 

The host, another bottom and an observer were there when I arrived. I knew the guy watching – kind of. We were acquainted at CLAW years back, and at least he remembered me. The bottom was getting paddled by host. Then with his hands. I stepped up and offered my cock. He did a so-so job at best. He had Nasty Pig jock on, and honestly, I think he was in it more for the gear than the lifestyle. I’ll give him this: he didn’t flinch when I smacked his face as he gingerly sucked on my dick. 

The observer excused himself to go out and smoke and never returned. The host stepped away and by the time he came back the other bottom was eating my hole. Again – a so-so job. We opted to move it into the play room. 

As you can see, it is a VERY well stocked play room – and this pic barely covers part of one wall, let alone the entire room. Even the front room had a St. Andrew’s Cross. This had a sling, any number of sex toys, paddles, whips, brass knuckles (!!), etc. The business guy in me was mentally wondering how much this place was insured for and the amount of money it took to acquire such a collection. I didn’t need or want all of it, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want / need some of it. 

I took the bull by the horns and was the one to step into the sling. The other bottom might have wanted it, but I didn’t care. It would be (almost) the last time I was a pushy / bossy bottom the rest of my stay there. Almost. 

The host took over. He ate my ass. Either my standards are too high, or I’ve become numb to it, but there was a time that an ass-eating had my nerves on edge – not so much anymore. I’m glad others react well when I do it to them. And of course, I went through the accolades even though I might have been acting a bit. Sue me. 

The eating went to hitting. Hand and paddle. I took it like a man. But then it went to dildos. Yes. Plural. Purposefully, I looked at none of them. I lay back in the sling and took these like a man too. 

The host was an expert at ass play. Making each rubber cock feel good, yet still bordering on just this side of uncomfortable. Of course, it was a plan to loosen up the hole and move up to bigger and bigger sizes. And that plan worked. 

At this point another guest showed. Slightly older than myself, leather shorts only on. He came to the top of the sling and reached over me to play with my tits. Naturally, I responded, verbally – even if no actual words came out – but my asshole also responded, opening up more easily for the guy on the footstool, sliding more and more dildo up my all too willing ass. 

With each new dildo, the used one would be tossed in a ‘dirty’ bucket. With the withdraw of one toy, the host went and ate my hole. The man above me played with my tits and would spit in my face. Or lightly would hit my face. It wasn’t my place to tell him ‘harder’, I was there to do as they wished, right? The other bottom stood by trying to excite himself with his palm. 

The host went to get some water, the guy above me moved around to eat my hole. Host came back and had a riding crop. While I know he was being cautious, as we he had not played together, his hits to my nipples, chest and abs were nice, but hardly impactful. He moved back between my legs and I asked him to use the riding crop on me down there. While he hit my balls – again, maybe not hard enough - I asked him to hit my ass with it. And I did mean my ass, as I cheeks. He said he had something better. I don’t know what the device was, and it was not for my cheeks, but he used it to hit my asshole. I felt it – for all dozen or so times he made contact with that pucker. 

All this while, the newest guy was playing with the other bottom. Sucking his cock, or trying to get him hard with his hands. I’d say he was semi-successful. It’s not the guy’s fault by any means, it is more that the bottom is / was the bottom. But the other guy goaded him into fucking me. Or trying to fuck me. It went fair – at best. 

I know what it is like to be a bottom trying to fuck. It’s a tough place to be in during the best of circumstances. Add an audience and a smallish enclosure and you’re almost doomed to fail. And in many ways, he did. Getting and keeping his dick hard was difficult. Fucking for any period of time was improbable. He put on a good act, as did I. He was rarely ever IN me, but he was just truly ‘bumping’ uglies. Not even fucking them. 

I took control of the situation, by begging (i.e. suggesting) that he cum on my hole. The best he could do, I figured, was beat off and shoot onto my hole. And while it seemed to take a while, that is what he did. When he did this, the newer guy took a toy and pushed it against my asshole, so the deposited sperm would make the journey into my guts one way or the other. For good measure, he licked my hole afterwards. 

Once done there, he turned his attention to my cock. There are times I love oral and am into it. There are many more times where of course I like it, but I’m in full-on bottom mode. This was one of the latter times. Yes, I was erect but that was due to all the butt activity. To get where they wanted me to go I had to dig deeper. It was more about thoughts of other times I’d been used that got me to the edge. And over it. 

Sure, the host and the newer arrival thought it was them, and there is no harm in letting them think that. My sexual-psychological make-up doesn’t need to be explained in a back play room while laying back in a sling. 

We all straightened ourselves up and went back out into the pouring rain.

Fucked in the Park

About a year ago I wrote about a park where black men frequent to hook-up.  I had only gone a few times, and with few results, before the park was slated to have a huge four year sewer project. So the cruisy part of the park is blocked off and for many hours of the day, occupied by city and county workers. 

I was informed of a different park where black men gather and probably have sex. On a Sunday morning, I tried it out. The shelter can be seen from the parking lot, but you cannot see into the shelter itself. It's dark. It's shaded. The path curves enough. If someone were at the outer edge of it, you could see there was a person, but that's about it. 

I did get my ass eaten there, but not fucked. But while getting that butt lapped at, three young black gentlemen strode by. They never looked over - not once. They passed the shelter and then double-backed and occupied the other side of the area. Immediately, one pulled down his shorts and bent over. There was no talk amongst the three. 

One other got behind him and applied lube and slid right into him. Not an ounce of resistance. Guy #3 - the cutest one - stepped up and fed the bottom. I watched. I waited. I moved closer and closer. Again, not once did they even glance my way or pay me any mind. 

I stood for a while and watched a fourth approach. He was getting fucked by guy #3 - who got the lube from guy #2.  It was a jar of non-name petroleum jelly.  I love they went old school using Vaseline. And the jar was already quite used. 

I only saw guy #3 get off. He didn't want to just yet, but couldn't stop himself. But I stayed long enough to see him go back in an ass, so he rebounded quickly. Ah youth!

My time there yielded no action other than a butt munching. 

On my third trip - just a few hours ago - (yes, trip 2 was a dud too) I was more successful. It was raining on and off, but there were 4-5 cars in the lot, all occupied, so no one in the shelter. Two guys walked up that way after a while, and then a third. I waited an appropriate length of time and left my car. 

On the way to the shelter, one guy returned and passed me. I got no look or acknowledgement. Then I passed a semi-hunky second guy who was going back to the lot and he mutter 'morning'.  I did the same. But he kept moving. The lone guy left was pretty overweight, and had his cock out, but it was small. It was, he'd have to use both hands to lift his belly out of the way for me to get to it should I be so inclined - which I wasn't.  He soon left, leaving me all alone. 

The heavy guy left the lot and another car was about to. I was 80% sure it was the semi-hunky guy. At the outer edge of the pavilion I dropped my shorts. If he were looking that way, he'd see. He parked his car at a closer spot rather than leave and slowly made his way back to the shelter. When he did, his dick was out and he was tugging on it a little. I was doing the same. He stood 5' away, leaning against the back stone wall of the building. 

I stood in front of him and grabbed his dick. He didn't stop me. It would become a solid 7", if not a bit longer. He also didn't stop me from sitting on the picnic bench in front of him and letting my wrap my lips around his ebony shaft. 

He liked it - judging by his moan - and I loved it. Feeling my mouth filled with black cock. 

I was doing this for a few when he reached to play with my nipples. If you've ever read my shit here, you know that is my weak spot and my barriers go down. I mean, let's be honest, I don't have many anyway, but it is a panty-dropper. I mean, had I had anything on under my gym shorts. 

Pulling off his cock, I told him how much I liked what he was doing and I'd be happy to do whatever he wanted. He questioned this with 'like what?'.  I countered back with him to name it. He just didn't. He was thinking, and I'm guessing about what he could say back. So I asked him how he liked to cum - and he asked where I wanted it.  I stated my usual response: "it's not up to me". 

"Will you let me shoot up your ass?"  I nodded.   "Yeah. That", he said. 

I responded by standing up, pulling off my shorts and bending over the stone wall. 

This was my view.

Clearly, the park has activity. And I can guarantee you none of these were used by the two of us. 

He kicked my legs apart and tried to go in. He pulled back, he spit more on his cock and I hit the poppers. 

He was pretty much at the hole and semi in. I adjusted myself so he'd be on target and I moaned, "just push into me". And he did. And kept going till he bottomed out. 

I won't lie, the start wasn't perfect. Not enough spit, but I powered through. I asked him to play with my tits again and he did. That made my hole respond in multiple ways - and we were off. 

The. Man. Could. Fuck. 

I leaned over that wall for 15 minutes taking a pounding. There was not a lot of variation. It wasn't a brutal fuck, but it was focused and unrelenting. While he wasn't horribly verbal, I was. Reminding him of how big he was (that got an ego chuckle from him) and how he should just fuck me!!!   So he did. 

He looked out for others. Not so much that anyone who is coming to that park on a Sunday morning is going to be a threat. It's more who he wanted to (or not) show off for.  Of course, I would have liked others to tag team my hole too. But it was cool and very rainy. 

At about the 12 minute mark of the assault, I was begging for him to fuck me harder and to cum up my ass. He complied with the first one. He did the second one too, but it took longer.  He picked up that pace and was slamming my hole with his black shaft and head. His breath got shorter and he was muttering "yeah yeah yeah......"  he was close.  And then he was there. 

He buried up me but never stopped fucking as he unloaded into me. With that, I could not really feel the dick pulse. But I knew from the catches in his throat he was shooting. 

The guy slowly pulled out. He grabbed a paper towel from his pocket - which made me think he was planning on fucking the entire time - wiped himself off and walked away without a word. 

P-town 6: the Writer

 I figure, I should wrap up this series, since it is now 14 months old!

Fully vaccinated here.  I know it's not the end-all / be-all, so I still wear masks in public, wash accordingly and social distance as necessary.  But with Covid and work burn out, I went to Provincetown to meet some college friends - with all of us staying at separate airbnbs.  While all vaccinated as well, we were still keeping mind of no herd immunity. 

That all said, I was in P-town and had every intention of some kind of human interaction.  Or sex, as it may be. 

In early May, it was still considered off-season, and Covid still is keeping people away. And it was downright chilly - into the low 40s. With things closing at 8p, after dark, the streets were about 94% empty.  But that doesn't mean guys still didn't have needs. 

Starting off - I don't know how many parts this will have to this series. Some men will get a single entry. Others - might be lumped together. I can almost guarantee you they won't be in order.

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I knew him.  We'd met before, but even before that, we were on-line "friends". It's hard not to use the quotes when you mostly know someone virtually.  But about 10 years before, we did have drinks together when I was in his town.  We had a nice non-sexual time. 

And it was a non-sexual tension time too. I'm not sure either of us thought that way about each other in that way. But now it's 10 years later.  I'm alone in P-town and still horny as fuck. It'd been a decade since I last saw him, this might be the last time, or another decade.  I had nothing to lose. I pinged him on the app. 

I didn't reference our knowing each other. Nor did he. From another app, I also saw he was with his husband. I wasn't sure if that would be help or a hindrance. He said he could be by in 10, so I took the hubby not be an impediment. 

Sex with acquaintances is different, right? With strangers, while there are expectations, of course, you can be a bit more.......free and open with who you are. Even with a virtual friend, they have seen you in one light (and you them) and one has preconceived notions of each other. So while I wasn't nervous, I wasn't sure what to expect, or how honest I was about what I'd do - and to what limit.  I suspected the same of him. 

"Ron" entered confidently. "I only have a short time", so we got down to it. There was no kissing, as that would have been too familiar when we actually weren't. Our pants came down and damned if I wasn't surprised to see an 8", if not 8.25" cock pointing right at me.  Talk about not having correct preconceived notions!

Naturally, I went right down on it. He was thick too - beautifully so. 

Nice head on it too. He responded well to how I was working on it.  And being 8" or more, I won't lie thinking I wanted more from it. But in our brief text convo, it was all about a quick blowjob before he had to leave town. 

Naturally, I was more surprised when he somewhat blurted out he wanted to fuck my ass.  BINGO!

Again, it's one of those things semi-friends might not say fearing how the other might react - or not. We hold back. In 30 seconds we were in the bedroom, me bend over and him lining up. 

Even with lube and even with having taken a few dicks and loads on this trip, I was tight. Well, let's rephrase - he was BIG. It felt good, but it felt large. 

I get that I had no true frame of reference, but the man could fuck. Prior to this day, I might have wagered money that he'd be the one whose legs went up in the air.  I'm glad I was wrong. 

With generous amounts of lube it still took a while (seemingly) to get all the way in. I think I was more tense than I would have been with a total stranger. It's nature that you want to perform well anyways, but more so with someone with whom you're acquainted.  

Ron was persistent and while not relentless, he had a rhythm down that was hard to beat. Part of it was beating the cock, for sure. He had somewhere to be yet he wanted to cum. That's a lot of pressure when you sneak away from your husband to fuck a "stranger". 

We positioned ourselves differently, but looking up at him might have been weird for both of us. Part of P-Town sex has to do with anonymity. Yeah, you have the guys you see at t-dance you want to do, but you don't KNOW them. Sometimes it is better to be face down / ass up and just take it. Honestly, had I known he wanted to fuck, that's how he'd have found me. 

I could have been a bad fuck (ha!), or it could have been the pressure, but getting off by, and in, my ass was not going to happen. It got down to my mouth and hand.  Not my finest hour, but not remotely close to my worst. 

Naturally, I wanted things to be better,  but we don't always get what we want.

But Ron should watch out for next time I'm in P-Town.  I have a job to finish properly. 

Green. Yellow. Red.

I took a day off of work to attend a day of CLAW. 

I had no plan. I was just going. I made no prior arrangements with anyone - at least that panned out. That's ok. I do and don't enjoy the event - all at the same time. 

I am now comfortable in my skin - in and out of leather. I somewhat embrace the leather community thought I don't know it embraces me. But I'm an outsider. I've never really felt apart of it, even though I've been a manager there for six years and attending for three others. This year, I opted not to participate in planning or execution. 

I didn't even buy a day pass, just a vendor pass, so I could see if there was anything I wanted to purchase. Still, I went with the intent of getting fucked. Hopefully more than once. But with my quasi-relationship, I've opened up a number of new experiences to which I've somewhat mentioned in previous posts. Watersports and some impact play amongst them. 

I hung in the lobby of the host hotel. It was earlier in the day - nothing official was yet going on. There was some slight cruising going on with me and another guy until others showed up - then he was gone. But I got a few pings from some apps - one being a guy a few hundred feet away (straight up, it would turn out) who was interested in a little fun. He had later morning plans but had 45 minutes free, if I wanted. 

His Recon profile was more about impact play, but we had not discussed what would go on. And I didn't ask. I headed to the 16th floor. He was handsome, but very understated. Fully clothed - t-shirt and jeans. After I entered, I was told to leave my clothes on a chair. I dropped them all and presented myself. 

I saw his tools laid out on the bed - save four items.  There were two paddles, two floggers and one mallet of some type.  

He asked how experienced I was. I overstated that by a bit. Over the last year, I have experimented this way, but not to the degree that was about to take place. 

He asked if I was comfortable being restrained. I replied it wasn't up to me. He liked this. He said I would be gagged, bound and blindfolded.  These were three of the four things I had not seen. 

The gag was a ball one. Some have slots for air and spit to pass through. This was not that. It was a full gag, limiting my saliva, my breathing, and any vocalization. It was firmly attached. 

The blindfold was leather. I have one, but not like this. Mine, is amateur hour to this. There is no possibility to see light or anything else.  That was number two. 

I was told to kneel on the bed - guided there -  and to place my wrists next to my ankles. I did as I was told.  He secured me that way. Each wrist was secured to each ankle. Exposing me as such. And with little to no movement. It was perfect. 

I was told that there would and could be three things I was able to say:  Green. Yellow. Red. 

Green would mean for him to continue. 

Yellow meant for him to continue but lighten up or I needed a break. 
Red means what it always means: Stop. 

In reality, unless I said Yellow or Red, there was no reason to ever say Green. He assured me he could understand me through the gag. 

He started with a paddle. Wooden, I believe. He was firm, but steady. Not overdelivering. I know I made some noise behind the gag, but nothing unpleasant. It was acknowledgement. It turns out, this would please him. This paddle was for testing. For warm-up. So were the severity of his swats. 

Paddle two, I'm guessing was leather. Firmer. Stingier. Unrelenting. His strikes were firm and he meant business. I mean, I knew from the entire set up, he meant business. And he did not disappoint. I was trying not to as well. I grunted. I groaned. I moaned. I did not say 'yellow' or 'red'.  I didn't want to. 

The first of the floggers was next  After this would all be done, this would be my favorite. Going in, I wasn't sure. I had never been flogged. I was anxious - for the good and for the potential bad. He didn't just target my ass, but got some swats in on my side and back. I won't say part of me was wondering why I was enjoying it this much, but I kind of was. 

He asked if I was doing ok. I nodded my head. I was smart enough to know that I couldn't reply to that question with Green, Yellow or Red.  He was smart enough to know I was smart enough. 

He did reach in to feel my cock.  "Well, I guess you ARE enjoying this!", he said. I knew I wasn't hard and he felt me, so he knew I wasn't either. Apparently I was leaking a lot of pre-cum onto his comforter. He said as much.  I'm not saying he punished me for that, but with the second flogger he just picked up, the hits were harder and more frequent - though perfectly timed in his mind. This guy was a pro. He wasn't hitting me willy-nilly. 

The second flogger stung much more than the first. Or the paddles. I contemplated saying "yellow", but I didn't want to seem weak. I think his harder hits were to get me to say Yellow or Red, to see if he could break me a bit. I didn't take Psych 101 for nothing!

The last time - and I'm just guessing here - was a hard rubber mallet. He hit my ass and back with it. Honestly, compared to the other items, I just kind of felt a 'thud' here and there. It did nothing to or for me. 

But the one item I had not seen beforehand, and clearly not blindfolded turned out to be this. 

While I didn't see it, I instinctively knew what it was.  He ran it over my ass, my back and my sac. I won't say I enjoyed it, but it got a reaction from me. 

"I like that you react. You make noise. You don't lie there like some dead fish".  I'm guessing many who are more experienced might? Listen, I didn't say I got a great grade in Psych 101. 

He let me rest for a minute and then said: "Ok, we're going to go through each of these again, and you're going to count out 20 for each. BUT not every one - just everyone you think is truly a hit". 

Paddle #1 commenced. I didn't count the first 4-5. But then I started counting for each true strike. 

Paddle #2, the same. Though he said I was counting too many he didn't think he were worthy to be called a hit. 

Flogger #1. He again said I was counting too many, and now for each count I did make, he would strike harder. And he did. Of course, the crux of this is, count fast and they are over. Count slower and you get many more contact. So instead of 20, I probably got 40.  I don't think this is the losing proposition. At least for me. 

Flogger #2. I didn't count fast at all, but the contact was harsher. Or maybe my body was feeling it more or different. 

He didn't even bother with the mallet, but he did revisit the rolling razor. I flinched repeatedly at that. I did not enjoy it, but I didn't use any of the words of which he allowed. 

The man was a good "top", and gave me praise for enduring what I did. It was moderated praise - not enough to give me a swelled head, but enough to know that I did him proud. It sets one up for the next encounter - whatever and with whomever that might be. 

He left me like this.......

I know you're wondering where the sex was. 

That was it. 

It was a mind fuck to a degree. I was in a position, literally, where he could have violated me with penetration, but it never happened. I won't lie and say I didn't want it to, but this was his scene. 

Asked much later if he gets erect from that kind of meet-up, he wholeheartedly said, "YES".  And that's his mind fuck. I think at times we all get off mentally, if not physically. I think both he and I did that day. 

As I dressed, I told him I had a confession:  that was only my second time. 

Yes, I've experienced hands and belts before, but not to that degree, not to that detail. He was so methodical about it. 

He said, had he knowing, he wouldn't have gone as far as he did. I assured him nothing happened that I didn't want - and reminded him I never said Yellow or Red.  

He thought for a second or two and said, "no........no you did not.  Good boy."

Oh the Places You'll Go

Dr. Suess has nothing on me.  Nothing, I tell ya. 

Yes, I've been away from the blog for a while. I pondered leaving it up and no adding to it.  I vacillated on deleting the 800+ posts and 86'ing the archive altogether.  But part of me thought I wasn't quite done with this yet. 

I have zero idea if I have any audience left - and it is totally valid had they moved on. It's a world of instant gratification and this blog is anything but. I never even completed my Provincetown series - and that was 13 months ago. 

There is no excuse and lots of explanation to it, but you know - that's never why people have stopped by here.  I've been busy in life and work and a quasi-relationship (that's for another time......maybe), and when it hasn't been work, life or that last thing, I've been lazy.  How's that for a nutshell. 

During times of Delta and Omicron, "activities" pretty much fell to the quasi relationship guy.  And while he's been nothing but adventurous, time will tell if I write about that. With semi-decreases in Covid cases, and a second booster, I've been a little more.........willing, if you will, to get out there. Selectively - though this story will defy that last statement. 

As I said, Oh - the place you'll go.  You'll being me. And how low level the bar can be at times. 

His opening line wasn't "hey", " 'sup" or "how's it hanging?".  He went for it:  "Wanna suck me".  There was no question mark. That has to do more with the education system than him meaning it - but not - as a statement. 

I do like someone getting to the point. 

His stats were fine:  no age, but 6'1", 185.  I should have been wary of his looking for "other gamers". But I got the address and I was off.  He said the door would be unlocked and to just come upstairs. I got there - it was a townhouse in an iffy development. They'd seen better days, but.........I wasn't there to house hunt. 

But I walked into this (albeit, I took the shot on the way out)

What you don't see, is the hall going back from the door was jam-packed with crap. So was the staircase. And the top of the stairs.  The man was a pig, and in a very different way than you'd call me one. I internally shuddered at how many roaches must be under this stuff and in his kitchen, which I could only assume was just as dirty.  He did nothing to make me less wary of "gamers" - and the stereotypes that surround them - though to be fair, this wasn't his parent's basement. 

Also on the stairs?  Him. 

He was at the stop of the stairs, ass on a step with his legs splayed out down the next few. He wasn't letting me upstairs, and honestly, I was ok with that. 

What was also waiting for me was this

Well, what it would become. 

Fully grown - in my throat - it became over 8.5" and thick as fuck in terms of the shaft, especially the base. 

He was horrible at dirty verbal, but I'm guessing he was less than 30. My other stereotype about gamers is that if not virgins, they're close to it.  He was close to it.  Clearly. 

The guy appreciated my skills. While not rusty, it'd been a while since I tackled a dick this big. I mentioned something vague about how it would feel good up an ass. He replied he'd never done that, but the tone took on more of something he'd rather not do. I wasn't prepped for that anyway - let alone one that would hit oil. 

So I stayed on my knees, between his legs, sucking his mammoth cock. 

It wasn't worship, which dick was destined to be, it's just attached to the wrong guy, in the wrong place. I was there to get him off and get out. I'm usually not there just for the load. I like the process of getting the load.....but this time, I just wanted it and to leave. 

There was skill, of course. But I did not curtail all those skills to his reactions. I had a job to do. And I did it. 

He warned me he was getting close. I couldn't tell if the thought I should know to pull off? I can only imagine what else was left in that carpet on the steps. But I took it all. Decent sized load, though a little bitter. 

I made sure to get all drops, then I stood up to leave. As I had not taken anything off, it was a clean (pun intended) getaway. He, still laying on the stairs. 

The entire event made me think about all those / these situations I've put myself into for the quest for cock. I'm not proud. But I'm not ashamed either. It just is. 

I've gotten a few messages from this nerd:  "I you as my regular so bad".   That is the direct message. I'll assume "want" was meant to be in there. 

.......I haven't replied.  Nor will I. 

P-town 5 & 7: Late Night / Early Morning Muscle

Fully vaccinated here.  I know it's not the end-all / be-all, so I still wear masks in public, wash accordingly and social distance as necessary.  But with Covid and work burn out, I went to Provincetown to meet some college friends - with all of us staying at separate airbnbs.  While all vaccinated as well, we were still keeping mind of no herd immunity. 

That all said, I was in P-town and had every intention of some kind of human interaction.  Or sex, as it may be. 

In early May, it was still considered off-season, and Covid still is keeping people away. And it was downright chilly - into the low 40s. With things closing at 8p, after dark, the streets were about 94% empty.  But that doesn't mean guys still didn't have needs. 

Starting off - I don't know how many parts this will have to this series. Some men will get a single entry. Others - might be lumped together. I can almost guarantee you they won't be in order.

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He had the word 'Alpha' right in his screen name on Scruff.  And he reached out to me? 

I mean, what could I possibly do?  How could I possibly say 'no'?  Clearly, I couldn't - not that I wanted to. He said he'd be over in 10 minutes - and he was. 

Everything about him was a red flag. Younger. Handsome. Bodybuilder wanna be. What the fuck did he want with me?  It's not like I asked him or anything. I gave him the address and how to get in - he was there at the time he said. He was ready, so was I. 

At least from our brief texts all he wanted was head. I was drunk. It was after hours. I was ok with anything that came my way - and especially from someone who looked like him. 

His screen name was accurate. Alpha. 

While he was somewhat cordial, he held the cards, the directed the scene, or at least most of it. 

Alpha sat on the airbnb sofa, I got on my knees, where he said I belonged. He was not incorrect. His pants off, his legs spread, he provided access to what I needed and what he wanted. 

I think he'd have been happy for a good blowjob and to leave. But by his name alone, he deserved more. Worship. 

...and I did. 

It's easy enough to take a cock into a mouth and bob till a guy shoots. If a man is not inpatient, the tongue and lips, separate from the mouth, are wonderful tools to excite, enhance and prolong the experience. While cylindrical in nature, there really are four sides to the dick, and the head, the balls and the taint. On Alpha, I used them all. 

He settled in for the experience. Sank into the couch while his legs loosened up even more. His hand to my head, his mouth saying all the right things.  Not just the "ohhh yeahhh" shit. Him telling me what I'm doing right.  Telling me what I should be doing more of. I was happy he wasn't telling me I was doing something he didn't like. He liked it all, but wanted more of certain things. 

I think he liked the tongue on this sac, but he LOVED it a little below that. Of course, I went further south and he didn't stop me. 

Still, there was a job to do and I was determined to finish it. And it seemed it would be with his help. Both hands on my head guiding me up and down - though it was a route with which I was very familiar. Not necessarily on him, but similar paths I have taken thousands of times on thousands of guys. 

I / He edged a few times but then he was ready. My mouth halfway down on his shaft, and hands firmly on my head, he shot.  And shot again.......times seven. Nice thick ropes. His chest heaving. His breath catching. Yet still ekeing out the words "swallow" "cocksucker" and "faggot".  And of course, I would swallow, but only after pulling off, showing him his seed and moving his hand to my throat to grasp it. Like so many, he picked up on it and squeezed. Some do it lighter. Some harder.  He was closer to the tighter grip. 

I swallowed.  He smiled. 

My mouth, as always, goes back to the dick. Invariably there is a stray drop or three. And if you squeeze the shaft up from the bottom - be it with your hands or lips - up, you're bound to extract the final amounts of semen a man still has left. 

He was drained and still catching his breath.  I was still on my knees. His cock still in my mouth. But I was smart enough to leave just the head and little bit of the shaft. 

I wasn't moving. I wasn't sucking him. It just sat there.  Waiting. 

I wanted to see what he would do.  I want to see what I would do if he got on my wavelength. 

"You still want my dick, huh?  Sorry, I'm spent".   I didn't move. Nor did he. It seemed like minutes went by.  And then the lightbulb went off. 

"Oh.........you want my piss?  Fine. I'll give that to you". 

For me, it was now or never. It wasn't my place.  It wasn't my carpet. I had no idea if he'd be pissing clear, beer or heavy yellow.  Honestly, I was hoping not the latter. But I was in for it now. No real turning back in front of someone named Alpha. 

It trickled slow at first. Droplets. Almost tasteless. Warm. Very warm. 

With his cock in my mouth and starting to flow, he used one hand to help himself off the couch by pushing into a cushion. Things inside of him untangled a bit, allowing piss to start moving more freely. 

The volume picked up. The speed picked up. With just part of his cock in my mouth I used it like a straw, not letting any accumulate in my mouth. Just keep swallowing. That was the trick for me. 

"Drink that down, motherfucker" - so I did.   "You wanted it.........get it all".  And I did.  So I did. 

There's a point when you're pissing - or the other guy is - and you know when you've peaked. So I knew when the stream was settling down and no matter what, I could still get it all without any struggle. 

That night, I took every drop of everything that came out of Alpha's cock. Oh, and his spit too, as he looked down at me, my tongue extended...........another non-verbal sexual request.  I was not denied. s

He left with a brief thank you - and I went to bed. Filled and happy. 

Fast forward two days later. My departure date. 6am.  I get this message. 

He gave me the address.  One street over, but his instructions were fucked up and wrong. The buildings, three of them, were not well marked and identical. He said the door was open, so I went up and found the open door. 

On a sofa-bed inside there was a man sleeping with a dog. The dog went batshit crazy and I backed out. the guy didn't seem to wake. I left the door wide open. No way this was Alpha's place. As I was leaving, I passed another man who asked me what I was doing. I walked away with no response. 

One building over, I found it. 

Alpha was in bed. I was dressed and stayed that way.  

I leaned over the bed, pulled down his sheet and my mouth engulfed his cock. He lay back and I stayed leaned over, bobbing up and down on his shaft, taking him al the way to the root. Like the time before, his hand clasped my neck and he pushed me down on his cock at his will - at the force he chose. I was simply a vessel. 

It didn't take long. This was good. He had somewhere to be and I had to be on the road. His cum flooded my mouth.  I didn't hold it to show him the good before. I swallowed and he knew it as my mouth was still around his shaft as I ingested. He could feel the muscles. 

When he was done he held me for a minute?  Want my morning piss? 

I did................but I really didn't.  In theory I did, but I know what the first piss of the day is like. I'm still new to piss and the heavy yellow stream - smell and taste - isn't a need at this point. I politely declined, he chuckled and let me go. 

I thanked him this time - as it should be - went back to my place, loaded the car and left.