I'm spending new years with 3 great friends.....and am on my way to usher out the year with 2 visiting canadian Mounties tag teaming me under the FL sun.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
For a relationship would you like one guy you have an open thing with or maybe even an open threesome?
Totally depends on the guys. Open for sure, I'm a realist. Threesome would have to be 2 other guys pretty damn secure and without drama and bullshit. Conceptually, totally on board.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Who "wears the pants" in your relationship?
Depends on the day and the situation. Generally, though, I'm fairly Alpha, even when getting my ass plowed.
Friday, December 17, 2010
What do you want?
Hard question to answer. In terms of? Sex? Hard, passionate, intense. In terms of "the one"? - See above, add: intelligent, honest to a fault. In terms of the world? Peace and less Sarah Palin on TV.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
I'm on twitter now.
It will likely take me a while to get into the habit, but @bigdickversguy - follow me, RT my posts - whatever floats your boat.
Ask me anything! Q&A.
Ask me anything! Q&A.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
What was the smallest cock you've ever experienced?
Interesting question. Would have to say it was a guy I dated about 6 years ago. About the size of my index finger. And the really weird thing was that the head of his cock was triangular. Totally flat on the bottom side.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Who says bars are for standing and posing?
Ask any gay guy in a metropolitan area what happens in gay bars - and inevitably they'll tell you a lot of standing and posing. Last night, a buddy of mine suggested we go out on a Tuesday night. Seemed innocent enough - we'd go to a bar down the street from where we both live, have a few beers, bullshit, and call it a night. My buddy has a long time partner who doesn't like to go out, so I stand in as the drinking bud from time to time.
We got to the bar and started drinking, and I noticed a guy. He had dark skin - he wasn't latin as far as I could tell, but he wasn't Indian either. Couldn't really tell. As it happened, my bud knew him and we migrated over after I successfully averted the advances of a guy so drunk I doubt he knew the difference between me and a wookie.
As we chatted, I learned that the guy I took notice of was of mixed heritage - latin/hawaiian. He is about 5'9", nice little muscle build and we flirted for the better part of a half hour. After enough flirting, and his friend hitting on me unsuccessfully, I leaned into him and told him to follow me. Passing the obligatory yellow hard hat, I grabbed a few lube samples. Knowing the owner of the bar, I also know the code for the storeroom. OK, so I may have fucked the bartender in there more than once. OK, more than a dozen times. But that's not tonight's story.
I closed the door behind my boy for the night and pulled him into a kiss. He had a great mouth, but we didn't have time for me to rape his throat AND fuck his ass. As we made out, I opened the button on his jeans, which fell fairly effortlessly to the floor, leaving him standing there in black trunks. His cock was rock hard and leaking precum like an open faucet. Hot, and something I definitely took notice of for future encounters. But, as I said, I had a mission. I wanted in his hot hole.
He returned the favor of exposing my cock, grabbed the thick meat and moaned into my mouth. Yes, my instinct was right, this hot boy was up for getting his ass reamed. He grabbed the lube packet I had placed on the shelf, ripped it open and slathered my cock in it. He assumed the position - ass in the air, hands firmly placed on the shelf to brace himself. I spread his ass cheeks apart, saw the holy grail in holes: a beautiful tight brown pucker. I spit on it for good measure, which made him shudder. Yes, this was going to be a great fuck.
With his cheeks spread, I slid my cock into his hole. He gasped for air, and I leaned in to bite his ear. As I did, I said, "Gooooood boy....there ya go....." and his breathing calmed, his hole opened, and he pushed against me. Within seconds, I was balls deep and began a slow but purposeful assault on his hole. I reached up under his t-shirt to feel a hot hairy chest (again, noted for future reference!) and began to really pound him. He moaned very softly, I could tell he was trying hard not to get loud.
I looked to my left and noticed a stack of boxes that looked pretty stable. Wanting to dump my load in a hurry, I pulled out of him and pushed him back onto the boxes. He lifted his legs over my shoulders and I pushed back in balls deep in one stroke. Fucker took it, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned in appreciation. I grabbed his ass with one hand, his face with the other and dove in for a deep kiss, doing my best to knock the wind out of his lungs. I felt the familiar, happy churn in my balls and felt his hole get tighter around my expanding cock. I dumped my load in him and he moaned as I did. He knew, without so much as a statement, that he had now been bred - that he was carrying my DNA.
As I pulled out, the door opened, and my friend the bartender came in. We had been discovered - my new boy seemed freaked, but calmed quickly when the bartender dropped to his knees, sucked my cock clean, and kissed me on the cheek and said thanks. He grabbed a bottle and went back out onto the floor.
The boy got dressed and met me back outside. Gave me his number, which I plan on using.
Oh, and the bartender's boyfriend text messaged me this morning: "I understand I have you to thank for the ass and cum breath I was awoken to. Thanks!"
Who am I not to share good tidings and joy at this time of year?
Ask me anything! Q&A.
We got to the bar and started drinking, and I noticed a guy. He had dark skin - he wasn't latin as far as I could tell, but he wasn't Indian either. Couldn't really tell. As it happened, my bud knew him and we migrated over after I successfully averted the advances of a guy so drunk I doubt he knew the difference between me and a wookie.
As we chatted, I learned that the guy I took notice of was of mixed heritage - latin/hawaiian. He is about 5'9", nice little muscle build and we flirted for the better part of a half hour. After enough flirting, and his friend hitting on me unsuccessfully, I leaned into him and told him to follow me. Passing the obligatory yellow hard hat, I grabbed a few lube samples. Knowing the owner of the bar, I also know the code for the storeroom. OK, so I may have fucked the bartender in there more than once. OK, more than a dozen times. But that's not tonight's story.
I closed the door behind my boy for the night and pulled him into a kiss. He had a great mouth, but we didn't have time for me to rape his throat AND fuck his ass. As we made out, I opened the button on his jeans, which fell fairly effortlessly to the floor, leaving him standing there in black trunks. His cock was rock hard and leaking precum like an open faucet. Hot, and something I definitely took notice of for future encounters. But, as I said, I had a mission. I wanted in his hot hole.
He returned the favor of exposing my cock, grabbed the thick meat and moaned into my mouth. Yes, my instinct was right, this hot boy was up for getting his ass reamed. He grabbed the lube packet I had placed on the shelf, ripped it open and slathered my cock in it. He assumed the position - ass in the air, hands firmly placed on the shelf to brace himself. I spread his ass cheeks apart, saw the holy grail in holes: a beautiful tight brown pucker. I spit on it for good measure, which made him shudder. Yes, this was going to be a great fuck.
With his cheeks spread, I slid my cock into his hole. He gasped for air, and I leaned in to bite his ear. As I did, I said, "Gooooood boy....there ya go....." and his breathing calmed, his hole opened, and he pushed against me. Within seconds, I was balls deep and began a slow but purposeful assault on his hole. I reached up under his t-shirt to feel a hot hairy chest (again, noted for future reference!) and began to really pound him. He moaned very softly, I could tell he was trying hard not to get loud.
I looked to my left and noticed a stack of boxes that looked pretty stable. Wanting to dump my load in a hurry, I pulled out of him and pushed him back onto the boxes. He lifted his legs over my shoulders and I pushed back in balls deep in one stroke. Fucker took it, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned in appreciation. I grabbed his ass with one hand, his face with the other and dove in for a deep kiss, doing my best to knock the wind out of his lungs. I felt the familiar, happy churn in my balls and felt his hole get tighter around my expanding cock. I dumped my load in him and he moaned as I did. He knew, without so much as a statement, that he had now been bred - that he was carrying my DNA.
As I pulled out, the door opened, and my friend the bartender came in. We had been discovered - my new boy seemed freaked, but calmed quickly when the bartender dropped to his knees, sucked my cock clean, and kissed me on the cheek and said thanks. He grabbed a bottle and went back out onto the floor.
The boy got dressed and met me back outside. Gave me his number, which I plan on using.
Oh, and the bartender's boyfriend text messaged me this morning: "I understand I have you to thank for the ass and cum breath I was awoken to. Thanks!"
Who am I not to share good tidings and joy at this time of year?
Ask me anything! Q&A.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Return of the morning big dick
Observation: When guys say that size doesn't matter, they've clearly not had the pleasure of servicing a large cock on a guy who knows what he's doing with it. Not to say that average and some slightly less than average guys dont have skill on their side, but large dicks can just hit a spot....mmmm.
You'll remember my previous encounter with this guy. He's got a great dick and is just downright fun in bed. This evening I came home from work, and within 5 exchanges on A4A, I was headed for the bathroom to clean out my ass. An hour after our first ping, I was ringing his doorbell.
He answered the door, sagging shorts, freshly buzzed head. Damn. Instant woody. As I followed him upstairs, I noticed his cute butt. Damn. I wanted in there. But, I was here to get fucked.
We began making out and pretty soon clothes were a mixed pile on the floor. He's geeky hot - the kind of guy that has absolutely NO clue how hot he is. Bit of fuzz between his pecs, nice little happy trail, and THAT DICK......the picture does him no justice.
I was swallowing his cock down to the root and he grabbed me by the hair.....moaned....started bucking into my face....then threw me on my back and swallowed my cock down to the root. It's amazing. I always forget the good cocksuckers. Bad ones stick in my mind as those to be avoided. The good ones...I suppose I should pay more attention. Finally, he came up for air, we made out and he threw my legs over his shoulders and began teasing my hole with his pulsing hard cock. When I say hard - take the nearest piece of wood furniture and try to bend it. That fucking hard.
I managed to push his 6'2" frame onto his back and began rubbing my hole against his cock. He grabbed my cock, the lube, and began applying lube to my cock as I teased my hole with his cock. What happened next was a total surprise....
"I need your cock in me."
"Then take it."
Yeah, you figured I was bottoming, right? Well, he decided that he wanted my cock in his hot hole. With the lube applied to my cock, he threw me on my own back and climbed on me. He lowered himself down onto my throbbing cock, inch by inch. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. He rode me like this for about 3 minutes until he said, "I don't know how you do it. Fuck......I need in you. Now."
He hopped off in one motion, which made him fall onto his back. Hysterical. I mean, when you see a hot man literally lose control and land on his back coming off your cock.....nothing better than that. Anyway, I greased his pole and straddled his chest. He pulled me in for a kiss and pushed his cock up against my hole. I broke the kiss as he pushed through my pucker - he pushed the air right out of my lungs. He got the goofy grin that a kid does when he finds the cookie jar. I sat back and sank onto his cock. My moan should have been heard for miles around.
I began grinding my hole against his pubes, enjoying feeling his cock deep in me. I felt the cum just oozing out of my cock and began rocking back and forth in earnest. This gave him the signal to grab my hips and pound me. I placed my hand against the top of his head, let my cock leak all over his treasure trail, and leaned in for a kiss. We made out, and I felt him begin to grow in my hole. Without any commentary, I felt his cock pulse a thick load of cum into me. He kept fucking, his cock slicking in and out of my hole with a bit more ease. This kept up....his cock was NOT going to deflate.
"I want you on your side."
As he began to fuck me from behind, playing with my chest hair, my left leg arched in the air, I felt his cock begin to grow AGAIN. No less than 3 minutes into this second round.
He pulled out suddenly and a string of cum came with his cock. He straddled over me and grunted, his head falling back, as he shot lob after lob - at least 7 strong lobs - of THICK cum across my chest. That was enough to push me over the edge, and I shot. Not nearly as much as him.
As we laid there, he mentioned that he hadn't cum in 3 days. Damn. I was a lucky boy. He offered me a towel to wipe off.....I merely put my t-shirt on my cumstained chest.....I think I have a new cumrag. :) Meanwhile, I also have a hot load of cum up my hole. Stuck my finger in there, it's VERY full.
Big dick and huge shooter. Damn. Lucky find....can't wait for round 3.....
Ask me anything! Q&A.
You'll remember my previous encounter with this guy. He's got a great dick and is just downright fun in bed. This evening I came home from work, and within 5 exchanges on A4A, I was headed for the bathroom to clean out my ass. An hour after our first ping, I was ringing his doorbell.
He answered the door, sagging shorts, freshly buzzed head. Damn. Instant woody. As I followed him upstairs, I noticed his cute butt. Damn. I wanted in there. But, I was here to get fucked.
We began making out and pretty soon clothes were a mixed pile on the floor. He's geeky hot - the kind of guy that has absolutely NO clue how hot he is. Bit of fuzz between his pecs, nice little happy trail, and THAT DICK......the picture does him no justice.
I was swallowing his cock down to the root and he grabbed me by the hair.....moaned....started bucking into my face....then threw me on my back and swallowed my cock down to the root. It's amazing. I always forget the good cocksuckers. Bad ones stick in my mind as those to be avoided. The good ones...I suppose I should pay more attention. Finally, he came up for air, we made out and he threw my legs over his shoulders and began teasing my hole with his pulsing hard cock. When I say hard - take the nearest piece of wood furniture and try to bend it. That fucking hard.
I managed to push his 6'2" frame onto his back and began rubbing my hole against his cock. He grabbed my cock, the lube, and began applying lube to my cock as I teased my hole with his cock. What happened next was a total surprise....
"I need your cock in me."
"Then take it."
Yeah, you figured I was bottoming, right? Well, he decided that he wanted my cock in his hot hole. With the lube applied to my cock, he threw me on my own back and climbed on me. He lowered himself down onto my throbbing cock, inch by inch. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. He rode me like this for about 3 minutes until he said, "I don't know how you do it. Fuck......I need in you. Now."
He hopped off in one motion, which made him fall onto his back. Hysterical. I mean, when you see a hot man literally lose control and land on his back coming off your cock.....nothing better than that. Anyway, I greased his pole and straddled his chest. He pulled me in for a kiss and pushed his cock up against my hole. I broke the kiss as he pushed through my pucker - he pushed the air right out of my lungs. He got the goofy grin that a kid does when he finds the cookie jar. I sat back and sank onto his cock. My moan should have been heard for miles around.
I began grinding my hole against his pubes, enjoying feeling his cock deep in me. I felt the cum just oozing out of my cock and began rocking back and forth in earnest. This gave him the signal to grab my hips and pound me. I placed my hand against the top of his head, let my cock leak all over his treasure trail, and leaned in for a kiss. We made out, and I felt him begin to grow in my hole. Without any commentary, I felt his cock pulse a thick load of cum into me. He kept fucking, his cock slicking in and out of my hole with a bit more ease. This kept up....his cock was NOT going to deflate.
"I want you on your side."
As he began to fuck me from behind, playing with my chest hair, my left leg arched in the air, I felt his cock begin to grow AGAIN. No less than 3 minutes into this second round.
He pulled out suddenly and a string of cum came with his cock. He straddled over me and grunted, his head falling back, as he shot lob after lob - at least 7 strong lobs - of THICK cum across my chest. That was enough to push me over the edge, and I shot. Not nearly as much as him.
As we laid there, he mentioned that he hadn't cum in 3 days. Damn. I was a lucky boy. He offered me a towel to wipe off.....I merely put my t-shirt on my cumstained chest.....I think I have a new cumrag. :) Meanwhile, I also have a hot load of cum up my hole. Stuck my finger in there, it's VERY full.
Big dick and huge shooter. Damn. Lucky find....can't wait for round 3.....
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Saturday, November 27, 2010
In your experience what's the biggest dick you ever sucked?
Length wise - the 9.5" pilot. Girthwise - one of my married buds - we measured it a solid 7.5" around. HOLY FUCK - I want to try that up my hole!
waht is the longest cock you have had, was it good?
Longest - was an airline pilot - hot fucker, about 9.5" - felt so fucking good I shot twice.
Monday, November 22, 2010
10 minutes well spent
Checking my mail on Manhunt 30 minutes ago, I get an IM request from a buddy I havent played with in a while:
Him: You home man?
Me: Yes
Him: 10 mins? Gate code?
Me: Sure. XXXX#.
Him: Turn on porn. Unlock your door. Im gonna flood your throat.
I put on something from SX and stroked until he got here. He walked in, and his presence was immediately intoxicating for a cockhungry guy. He's 6'4" 250# and all man. He took off his scrubs, and I kneeled in front of him. As I took his growing cock down to the root, he sighed, "Fuck, I missed you." Awwww.
It took about 5 minutes and he grabbed my head to hold me down. His entire body convulsed and he shot 8 distinct lobs of cum down my throat.
As he panted, holding the wall for support, I milked the last few drops of cum out of his quickly deflating cock. He was out the door in short order thereafter, commenting, "I'll be back soon man. Fuck. That's better than any pussy."
A total sweettalker, that married fucker.
Ask me anything! Q&A.
Him: You home man?
Me: Yes
Him: 10 mins? Gate code?
Me: Sure. XXXX#.
Him: Turn on porn. Unlock your door. Im gonna flood your throat.
I put on something from SX and stroked until he got here. He walked in, and his presence was immediately intoxicating for a cockhungry guy. He's 6'4" 250# and all man. He took off his scrubs, and I kneeled in front of him. As I took his growing cock down to the root, he sighed, "Fuck, I missed you." Awwww.
It took about 5 minutes and he grabbed my head to hold me down. His entire body convulsed and he shot 8 distinct lobs of cum down my throat.
As he panted, holding the wall for support, I milked the last few drops of cum out of his quickly deflating cock. He was out the door in short order thereafter, commenting, "I'll be back soon man. Fuck. That's better than any pussy."
A total sweettalker, that married fucker.
Ask me anything! Q&A.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
The best part of waking up.....
....is a cock up your butt.
Seriously, I mean, what better start to the day? This morning, I logged into A4A with my morning wood in hand. I saw a relatively cute guy with good stats: 28 yo, 6'2", 190# 32w. Blonde, with "some body hair" and 8" cut. We exchanged morning pleasantries, and then he unlocked his private picture:
Um. Yes. That looked like it was worth sitting on. He was not too far out of my way to work, and we negotiated time.
I got there at the appointed time and he answered the door in sagging shorts without a shirt. He was cuter than his pictures, and he led me up to the bedroom, where he was playing a movie from TIM. Awesome. We got naked and started making out.
His cock got hard, and as it did, it grew to one of the hottest cocks I've had the pleasure of seeing up close. It was large, thick, but not grotesque. I swallowed it down to the root and even lost my breath doing so. That's rare! We swapped head back and forth for the next 10 minutes or so - his skill decidedly above average to say the least.
We made out some more and I started to rub my crack on his cock. He kept telling me how hot I am, and all I could think was, "You have no fucking idea how hot YOU are." I was riding him when I decided that I had to have him in me. I grabbed the gun oil and gave his cock a great massage while sucking on his tight nutt sack.
I climbed on top of him, and started making out with him as I slowly allowed his cock into my waiting hole. I only got the head in before I had to come off, get the poppers out and take a few deep huffs. While doing so, I massaged more gun oil onto his seemingly still growing cock. I got a little bit further this time, but still needed to come off of him and reapply lube before on the third try and with more help from the poppers, sitting firmly down on his cock. We made out for a minute while I held him with his balls resting against my ass. That familiar feeling of relaxation and pleasure took over, and with another huff of poppers, I started to fuck myself on his cock.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he kept muttering "Fuck" in astonishment. After about 5 minutes of me riding him, he wanted to spoon me. It was a tough fit, but I got him in....he stayed there for about a minute before rolling me onto my stomach and going deep. When I say deep, I know he went well beyond that second ring in my asshole. I was bucking back, he felt so fucking good.
"Please fuck my hole......" I kept pleading. He grabbed my head for leverage and abused me quite well.
"I want your cum in me....please.....dump your cum in me....." as I grabbed the pillow in front of my face.
"Fuckkkk.....don't stop.....you're gonna make me......" I cried out as my cock began to twitch and shoot on his sheets.
"Im cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmming........" he almost yelped as he shoved his cock down to the root and held it. I felt every.fucking.spasm. Nothing short of amazing.
We agreed that we need to go at it again. Cute guy, HOT cock, and great fuck. Awesome start to the day.....and a butt full of cum all day.....who wouldn't love THAT?
Ask me anything! Q&A.
Seriously, I mean, what better start to the day? This morning, I logged into A4A with my morning wood in hand. I saw a relatively cute guy with good stats: 28 yo, 6'2", 190# 32w. Blonde, with "some body hair" and 8" cut. We exchanged morning pleasantries, and then he unlocked his private picture:
Um. Yes. That looked like it was worth sitting on. He was not too far out of my way to work, and we negotiated time.
I got there at the appointed time and he answered the door in sagging shorts without a shirt. He was cuter than his pictures, and he led me up to the bedroom, where he was playing a movie from TIM. Awesome. We got naked and started making out.
His cock got hard, and as it did, it grew to one of the hottest cocks I've had the pleasure of seeing up close. It was large, thick, but not grotesque. I swallowed it down to the root and even lost my breath doing so. That's rare! We swapped head back and forth for the next 10 minutes or so - his skill decidedly above average to say the least.
We made out some more and I started to rub my crack on his cock. He kept telling me how hot I am, and all I could think was, "You have no fucking idea how hot YOU are." I was riding him when I decided that I had to have him in me. I grabbed the gun oil and gave his cock a great massage while sucking on his tight nutt sack.
I climbed on top of him, and started making out with him as I slowly allowed his cock into my waiting hole. I only got the head in before I had to come off, get the poppers out and take a few deep huffs. While doing so, I massaged more gun oil onto his seemingly still growing cock. I got a little bit further this time, but still needed to come off of him and reapply lube before on the third try and with more help from the poppers, sitting firmly down on his cock. We made out for a minute while I held him with his balls resting against my ass. That familiar feeling of relaxation and pleasure took over, and with another huff of poppers, I started to fuck myself on his cock.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he kept muttering "Fuck" in astonishment. After about 5 minutes of me riding him, he wanted to spoon me. It was a tough fit, but I got him in....he stayed there for about a minute before rolling me onto my stomach and going deep. When I say deep, I know he went well beyond that second ring in my asshole. I was bucking back, he felt so fucking good.
"Please fuck my hole......" I kept pleading. He grabbed my head for leverage and abused me quite well.
"I want your cum in me....please.....dump your cum in me....." as I grabbed the pillow in front of my face.
"Fuckkkk.....don't stop.....you're gonna make me......" I cried out as my cock began to twitch and shoot on his sheets.
"Im cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmming........" he almost yelped as he shoved his cock down to the root and held it. I felt every.fucking.spasm. Nothing short of amazing.
We agreed that we need to go at it again. Cute guy, HOT cock, and great fuck. Awesome start to the day.....and a butt full of cum all day.....who wouldn't love THAT?
Ask me anything! Q&A.
Friday, November 12, 2010
that married guy story was amazing! what other hot encounters have you had like that with him? and how did you find him?
We originally connected on craigslist - I answered an ad he posted looking for head. I've been sucking him off once a month or so for the better part of a year now. Generally my place or his office bathroom. Once in his car behind a construction site.....
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Drive by ass
I've got a married guy who hits me up from time to time via text message. Our exchange today:
Him: 'Sup? I am.
Me: Then shouldn't I be down?
Him: Basement? 20 minutes?
Me: Sure.
I've sucked him in the basement mens room at his office before. It's private. It's off the beaten path. In other words, it's fucking awesome.
I got there before him. I went into the single stall and waited:
Me: I'm here.
Him: Bend over. Pants around your ankles when I get there.
I hadn't "prepped" for that, and he's never fucked me before. He's a typical married guy - he doesn't get sex at home, always blasts a huge nutt, and honestly, doesnt generally last all that long when I'm sucking his cock unless I edge him on purpose and control it. (Which, sometimes I do...sometimes I don't.) I had no idea what being fucked like him would be like. I couldn't have predicted what would happen next. I heard the door open, heard the lock behind him and heard his footsteps. He found me bent over the toilet, suit pants around my ankles.
I heard his zipper go down, the clink of his belt opening, and the shuffling of fabric as he opened his crotch. He has a fat, average length cock. His balls are always full, and generally pretty fucking impressive in their tight pouch. I felt him grab my hips and grind his already hard cock up and down my crack. I heard some more rustling of fabric and then felt his necktie get placed around my eyes. Fucker was blindfolding me in the mensroom. What?
"Stay right there, fucker."
Then he walked away and I heard him open, then close and lock the door. I heard 2 distinct sets of footsteps. He came back, and as he pushed his hard cock against my ass crack, I heard another guy moan, "Fuck, you weren't kidding." My buddy chuckled, and said to his friend, "Gimme that shit." I heard a bottle open, a tell tale squirt, and cold lube applied to my hole, and the squish of him stroking his cock. "You're gonna get sloppy seconds dude....." and with that, went balls deep in my hole in one stroke. No finesse. I was there to get fucked.
He grabbed my hips, being careful not to screw with my dress shirt. A considerate trick! His buddy kept egging him on, "Yeah, fuck that faggot" and in less than five minutes, I felt an open hand slap across my face, and my buddy grunted, "Take that fucking load bitch.....ughhhhh......"I could feel a few spasms, but he plowed me deep and hard as he unloaded up my gut. "Your turn," he unceremoniously announced as he pulled out in one swift movement.
His buddy pulled up behind me, as I felt my hole spasm with the sudden vacancy. Quick sniff - no scent. Just as I had finished catching my breath, I felt a DRY cock enter my WET cumchute. That's what it was being turned into. This guy grabbed my hair and fucked me like he had just gotten out of prison. At least I'm guessing that's the kind of aggression a man who hasn't pounded a hole in years would have. "Fuck, this cunt is tighter than my wife ever was....." "Yeah, I didn't know what it'd be like.....his mouth is fuckin awesome man....." I decided to up the ante, and started fucking this guy back. I felt his balls slapping against my ass as I started to play with my own hole, clenching down on his cock in opposing motion to his fucking. Pretty soon, his tempo increased......and we all know what that means.....
"Such a faggot.....take....my....babybatter."
And with that my hole took its second load in less than ten minutes. He was more ginger about pulling out than my buddy - mainly because his cock was so sensitive. It had nothing to do with me. I heard a high five as I heard zippers going up. As I started to stand, I heard the door open and close, and then heard my buddy come back to retrieve his tie. I asked about his friend, and all he said was, "You'll know soon enough."
I think he has something up his sleeve.....I had an ass full of cum as I drove back to my office....I left it there all afternoon.
Ask me anything! Q&A.
Him: 'Sup? I am.
Me: Then shouldn't I be down?
Him: Basement? 20 minutes?
Me: Sure.
I've sucked him in the basement mens room at his office before. It's private. It's off the beaten path. In other words, it's fucking awesome.
I got there before him. I went into the single stall and waited:
Me: I'm here.
Him: Bend over. Pants around your ankles when I get there.
I hadn't "prepped" for that, and he's never fucked me before. He's a typical married guy - he doesn't get sex at home, always blasts a huge nutt, and honestly, doesnt generally last all that long when I'm sucking his cock unless I edge him on purpose and control it. (Which, sometimes I do...sometimes I don't.) I had no idea what being fucked like him would be like. I couldn't have predicted what would happen next. I heard the door open, heard the lock behind him and heard his footsteps. He found me bent over the toilet, suit pants around my ankles.
I heard his zipper go down, the clink of his belt opening, and the shuffling of fabric as he opened his crotch. He has a fat, average length cock. His balls are always full, and generally pretty fucking impressive in their tight pouch. I felt him grab my hips and grind his already hard cock up and down my crack. I heard some more rustling of fabric and then felt his necktie get placed around my eyes. Fucker was blindfolding me in the mensroom. What?
"Stay right there, fucker."
Then he walked away and I heard him open, then close and lock the door. I heard 2 distinct sets of footsteps. He came back, and as he pushed his hard cock against my ass crack, I heard another guy moan, "Fuck, you weren't kidding." My buddy chuckled, and said to his friend, "Gimme that shit." I heard a bottle open, a tell tale squirt, and cold lube applied to my hole, and the squish of him stroking his cock. "You're gonna get sloppy seconds dude....." and with that, went balls deep in my hole in one stroke. No finesse. I was there to get fucked.
He grabbed my hips, being careful not to screw with my dress shirt. A considerate trick! His buddy kept egging him on, "Yeah, fuck that faggot" and in less than five minutes, I felt an open hand slap across my face, and my buddy grunted, "Take that fucking load bitch.....ughhhhh......"I could feel a few spasms, but he plowed me deep and hard as he unloaded up my gut. "Your turn," he unceremoniously announced as he pulled out in one swift movement.
His buddy pulled up behind me, as I felt my hole spasm with the sudden vacancy. Quick sniff - no scent. Just as I had finished catching my breath, I felt a DRY cock enter my WET cumchute. That's what it was being turned into. This guy grabbed my hair and fucked me like he had just gotten out of prison. At least I'm guessing that's the kind of aggression a man who hasn't pounded a hole in years would have. "Fuck, this cunt is tighter than my wife ever was....." "Yeah, I didn't know what it'd be like.....his mouth is fuckin awesome man....." I decided to up the ante, and started fucking this guy back. I felt his balls slapping against my ass as I started to play with my own hole, clenching down on his cock in opposing motion to his fucking. Pretty soon, his tempo increased......and we all know what that means.....
"Such a faggot.....take....my....babybatter."
And with that my hole took its second load in less than ten minutes. He was more ginger about pulling out than my buddy - mainly because his cock was so sensitive. It had nothing to do with me. I heard a high five as I heard zippers going up. As I started to stand, I heard the door open and close, and then heard my buddy come back to retrieve his tie. I asked about his friend, and all he said was, "You'll know soon enough."
I think he has something up his sleeve.....I had an ass full of cum as I drove back to my office....I left it there all afternoon.
Ask me anything! Q&A.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Q&A
It's time to get a little more interactive. So, I debut my FormSpring box. There will be a Q&A after each posting to make it easier. Enjoy!
Sometimes, you just need to get fucked.
So this dude has been chatting me up on Manhunt for the past few months and his roommate is always home. Sunday night, the stars aligned and his roommate was gone.
His pictures on Manhunt were out of date, I came to find out when I got to his place. Maybe a year or so, plus about 20 pounds. I was horny, I needed to get fucked, and his pictures told me he had a better than decent dick with a nice curve. He insisted on making out.
Here's where I'll get on a soap box - and ask for some feedback. Making out during a trick. What do people think? I'm not a huge fan of it unless it feels right. Something about casual sex is that it's casual, and both parties should be into it. He was totally killing it for me by insisting on making out. There was no chemistry there for that. I was clearly not into it, but he kept eating my face. Finally, I got him moving toward the bedroom.
Once naked, the lack of gym time was clear. But, his cock - rock hard - curving up, and a drop of precum at the tip cried out for a deep throat. Who am I to deny a cock in need? I got down on my knees and swallowed his cock. I have to give him this - he knows how to fuck a skull. He grabbed me by the head and used my throat just like a cunt. It was awesome - and got me rock fucking hard.
I wanted to get fucked. The curve was back toward him, so I had him lay on his stomach and sat on his FAT cock. I took a huge huff of poppers....and felt my hole start to wrap around the head of his cock. It's that moment that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. Everything else in the world stops and all you can think about is getting more dick in your hole. I didn't realize how sore my jaw was until I gasped as his cock went in me. Inch by inch, I felt him fill me, and stretch me. Once down on him, I started to grind, knowing that it would indicate that it was time to fuck.
He was fairly passive while on bottom, so I proceeded to fuck myself on his rigid cock. He finally spoke up and asked - meekly - if I would get on my back. Sure.....we can go there. He got his cock lined up with my hole and slowly pushed in. It felt totally different....my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I let out a gutteral groan. He started rocking back and forth, and I finally yelped out, "Please fuck me...hard...as hard as you can...." And with that a good 15 minute, virtually non-stop assault on my hole began. He stopped every few minutes to huff poppers with me, and then went back to fucking. At one point, I felt things get a little more slick, but decided not to say anything....
He was sweating like we were in a sauna. He was pounding me so hard I could feel it throughout my body. I felt his intensity build again and said, "Come in my hole......again." He got this grin on his face - he had been caught. He had dumped a load already, so what was the point in not getting another? With that he took a death grip on my ankles and pounded in deep. This time I felt his cock pulse, I felt my hole get fuller, and I felt him churning his jizz in my hole. It felt fucking AWESOME.
The thing was, I was totally turned on by his cock and the way he fucks, but nothing else. I had zero desire to cum with him. I was there to get fucked, and fucked I was. My hole was puffy. I was full of cum. I didn't really need to cum. I just really needed to get fucked.
His pictures on Manhunt were out of date, I came to find out when I got to his place. Maybe a year or so, plus about 20 pounds. I was horny, I needed to get fucked, and his pictures told me he had a better than decent dick with a nice curve. He insisted on making out.
Here's where I'll get on a soap box - and ask for some feedback. Making out during a trick. What do people think? I'm not a huge fan of it unless it feels right. Something about casual sex is that it's casual, and both parties should be into it. He was totally killing it for me by insisting on making out. There was no chemistry there for that. I was clearly not into it, but he kept eating my face. Finally, I got him moving toward the bedroom.
Once naked, the lack of gym time was clear. But, his cock - rock hard - curving up, and a drop of precum at the tip cried out for a deep throat. Who am I to deny a cock in need? I got down on my knees and swallowed his cock. I have to give him this - he knows how to fuck a skull. He grabbed me by the head and used my throat just like a cunt. It was awesome - and got me rock fucking hard.
I wanted to get fucked. The curve was back toward him, so I had him lay on his stomach and sat on his FAT cock. I took a huge huff of poppers....and felt my hole start to wrap around the head of his cock. It's that moment that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. Everything else in the world stops and all you can think about is getting more dick in your hole. I didn't realize how sore my jaw was until I gasped as his cock went in me. Inch by inch, I felt him fill me, and stretch me. Once down on him, I started to grind, knowing that it would indicate that it was time to fuck.
He was fairly passive while on bottom, so I proceeded to fuck myself on his rigid cock. He finally spoke up and asked - meekly - if I would get on my back. Sure.....we can go there. He got his cock lined up with my hole and slowly pushed in. It felt totally different....my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I let out a gutteral groan. He started rocking back and forth, and I finally yelped out, "Please fuck me...hard...as hard as you can...." And with that a good 15 minute, virtually non-stop assault on my hole began. He stopped every few minutes to huff poppers with me, and then went back to fucking. At one point, I felt things get a little more slick, but decided not to say anything....
He was sweating like we were in a sauna. He was pounding me so hard I could feel it throughout my body. I felt his intensity build again and said, "Come in my hole......again." He got this grin on his face - he had been caught. He had dumped a load already, so what was the point in not getting another? With that he took a death grip on my ankles and pounded in deep. This time I felt his cock pulse, I felt my hole get fuller, and I felt him churning his jizz in my hole. It felt fucking AWESOME.
The thing was, I was totally turned on by his cock and the way he fucks, but nothing else. I had zero desire to cum with him. I was there to get fucked, and fucked I was. My hole was puffy. I was full of cum. I didn't really need to cum. I just really needed to get fucked.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Geeky guys need a hole too
Back in the 80s, Revenge of the Nerds hit the theatres. In it, a nerd fucks the cheerleader. Afterward, in shock, she asks if all nerds are good lovers. He asserts they are, because they think about it so much.
I don't necessarily agree. I've had some fairly bad nerd-fucks. That said, I've got a guy that I've let fuck me a few times that has something about him - something that gets me off.
Rick had been out of town for about a month, and hit me up on Manhunt. He's 28, 6'2" 220# and has a goofy smile. He's hairy, and has a thick cock, a little shy of average in length. His balls are enormous and fun to play with. He lacks self-confidence, but actually has the raw material to be a fairly hot guy. Anyway, he hit me up and asked if I was in the mood to get fucked. Like he had to ask.....
45 minutes later, he's on his way over to fuck. I leave my door unlocked and am casually watching TV when he walks in. I assume a kneeling position on the bed, without saying a word, and Rick takes off his clothes and feeds me his cock. As it gets hard, he grabs my head and gives me a good skull fucking. It's interesting - he assumes a totally different persona when he's fucking around with me. I got his cock rock-hard, his balls slapping against my chin, and his two hands planted firmly on my head using my mouth like some whore's cunt. I was in heaven - my cock was rock hard. My own balls were tight. I wanted this.
He pushed me back and dove down on my cock. His oral skills are pretty decent, given his own admitted lack of regular experience. He played with my balls, and reached for the lube on the nightstand to begin playing with my hole. Rick has never eaten my hole- that would require a level of assertion he's not quite comfortable with. He moved around and got my hole good and wet with 2 of his fingers and my cock hitting his tonsils. I wanted his cock.
I grabbed the lube from him and signaled for him to give me his cock. I got it good and wet, grabbed a new bottle of poppers, and inhaled deeply. He let me guide him in. Inch by inch in pulled him into me, until his golf-ball size balls nestled on my hairy ass cheeks. His grip on my ankles was tight - so tight he was beginning to cut off my blood. Kind of hot, although not his intention.
He slowly rocked back and forth until I finally uttered, "Fuck me......please......fuck me." Then it all changed. Rick became a man on a mission. His eyes fixed on my hairy chest, he grunted, he groaned, and for the next 10 minutes used my hole. Sweat poured off his frame onto mine, and his pace quickened. I felt my own load building, and I hadn't touched my cock. As I pled with Rick to pound me, he moaned, uttered something, and kept pounding. Before I knew it, I said, "If you keep up like that......you're.....gonna.......ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuucccckkkkkkk" and I began to shoot. My clenching hole threw him into a frenzy, and he assaulted my hole with new force, grunting loud enough for neighboring states to hear, and dumped a 3 day load in my hole.
What's funny about him is that immediately after cumming, he goes right back to that nerdy introvert. He got up quickly, put his clothes on, all while I was laying panting - covered in sweat, cum and full of cum up my hole.
He's not the guy I'd pick up at the bar, but damn.....he's a guaranteed good orgasm. Something about him....maybe because it's TOTALLY unexpected that he'd be a good fuck.....
I don't necessarily agree. I've had some fairly bad nerd-fucks. That said, I've got a guy that I've let fuck me a few times that has something about him - something that gets me off.
Rick had been out of town for about a month, and hit me up on Manhunt. He's 28, 6'2" 220# and has a goofy smile. He's hairy, and has a thick cock, a little shy of average in length. His balls are enormous and fun to play with. He lacks self-confidence, but actually has the raw material to be a fairly hot guy. Anyway, he hit me up and asked if I was in the mood to get fucked. Like he had to ask.....
45 minutes later, he's on his way over to fuck. I leave my door unlocked and am casually watching TV when he walks in. I assume a kneeling position on the bed, without saying a word, and Rick takes off his clothes and feeds me his cock. As it gets hard, he grabs my head and gives me a good skull fucking. It's interesting - he assumes a totally different persona when he's fucking around with me. I got his cock rock-hard, his balls slapping against my chin, and his two hands planted firmly on my head using my mouth like some whore's cunt. I was in heaven - my cock was rock hard. My own balls were tight. I wanted this.
He pushed me back and dove down on my cock. His oral skills are pretty decent, given his own admitted lack of regular experience. He played with my balls, and reached for the lube on the nightstand to begin playing with my hole. Rick has never eaten my hole- that would require a level of assertion he's not quite comfortable with. He moved around and got my hole good and wet with 2 of his fingers and my cock hitting his tonsils. I wanted his cock.
I grabbed the lube from him and signaled for him to give me his cock. I got it good and wet, grabbed a new bottle of poppers, and inhaled deeply. He let me guide him in. Inch by inch in pulled him into me, until his golf-ball size balls nestled on my hairy ass cheeks. His grip on my ankles was tight - so tight he was beginning to cut off my blood. Kind of hot, although not his intention.
He slowly rocked back and forth until I finally uttered, "Fuck me......please......fuck me." Then it all changed. Rick became a man on a mission. His eyes fixed on my hairy chest, he grunted, he groaned, and for the next 10 minutes used my hole. Sweat poured off his frame onto mine, and his pace quickened. I felt my own load building, and I hadn't touched my cock. As I pled with Rick to pound me, he moaned, uttered something, and kept pounding. Before I knew it, I said, "If you keep up like that......you're.....gonna.......ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuucccckkkkkkk" and I began to shoot. My clenching hole threw him into a frenzy, and he assaulted my hole with new force, grunting loud enough for neighboring states to hear, and dumped a 3 day load in my hole.
What's funny about him is that immediately after cumming, he goes right back to that nerdy introvert. He got up quickly, put his clothes on, all while I was laying panting - covered in sweat, cum and full of cum up my hole.
He's not the guy I'd pick up at the bar, but damn.....he's a guaranteed good orgasm. Something about him....maybe because it's TOTALLY unexpected that he'd be a good fuck.....
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Show-off
I've said it once, and you'll hear similar thoughts from me - I like guys that are direct. There is a place for being coy, but it's not Manhunt, Adam4Adam or Craigslist. Tell me what you want, I'll tell you what I want. If they fit, great.
Last night, they fit.
Visiting mid-30s guy, played D2 Football in college, 6'1 210#. You could tell that he really had played ball - he had the muscle tone under about 5-10# of life. The office he was visiting in my town was a mere 2 miles away from my place. We exchanged pleasantries on MH, then moved it to text. No more than 5 minutes from the start of the conversation, I was swishing mouthwash and he was on his way over.
His pictures did him no justice. We made out immediately - me pushing him against the wall. I like exerting power against physically larger guys than me. He had mentioned on the phone that he liked making out - and he was good at it. I felt his cock grow in his business pants. One of my favorite feelings....he pushed back against my hand when I started playing with his crack. His profile had said Vers - I was prepared for anything.
We moved upstairs, where we quickly shed clothing and started making out, the headboard moving in motion with our grinding against each other. I noticed his wedding band and began to suck that finger just out of show. He mentioned that his partner was at home doing something somewhat similar. Nice. We made out, I started sucking his cock and he pushed me off, saying "You're too good at that." Turns out he hadn't come in a few days and didnt want to shoot off without me. Considerate trick?? Awesome.
I played with his balls some until he flipped me on my back and began to Hoover my cock. He licked my balls, ate my hole, but kept coming back to my cock. Then he climbed on top of me and started making out. He was grinding my cock in his ass crack. Then he broke the kiss to spit in his hand slather my cock, and then go back to grinding. I took this as the cue to start playing with his hole.....teasing it. He moaned into the kiss, and said, "We should ....." and trailed off into a moan. As my cock pushed his hole open. Hmm.
He sat up, and promptly lowered himself to the base of my cock. Eyes rolled into the back of his head, he lamented that his partner is a bottom and he hasnt been fucked in months. I'm a giver - of course I'll pound him. He asks for lube, and I oblige.....slide back in and he goes to town. We're building up a good steam, his cock is oozing precum....and then...."Do you mind if I send my partner a picture? Of my ass getting worked over?" Of course, I'm a giver.
My visitor took his picture, then went about getting both of us off. He truly had his own groove going - it was good, don't get me wrong - but he was all about getting him off. I felt the familiar twinge in his hole - looked up to notice his eyes roll back, and grabbed his hips. I started pounding him into oblivion - catching him off guard and cutting off his orgasm, but bringing mine markedly closer. I pounded him for a good five minutes before he felt my cock swell in his hole, leaned down and kissed me, and we both shot. I planted a thick 2 day load up his hole, he sprayed what turned out to be 4 days across my hairy chest.
He kissed me at the door and showed me the text message from his partner: "He better fuck me too." I might have to visit their city just to pound them both. :-D
Last night, they fit.
Visiting mid-30s guy, played D2 Football in college, 6'1 210#. You could tell that he really had played ball - he had the muscle tone under about 5-10# of life. The office he was visiting in my town was a mere 2 miles away from my place. We exchanged pleasantries on MH, then moved it to text. No more than 5 minutes from the start of the conversation, I was swishing mouthwash and he was on his way over.
His pictures did him no justice. We made out immediately - me pushing him against the wall. I like exerting power against physically larger guys than me. He had mentioned on the phone that he liked making out - and he was good at it. I felt his cock grow in his business pants. One of my favorite feelings....he pushed back against my hand when I started playing with his crack. His profile had said Vers - I was prepared for anything.
We moved upstairs, where we quickly shed clothing and started making out, the headboard moving in motion with our grinding against each other. I noticed his wedding band and began to suck that finger just out of show. He mentioned that his partner was at home doing something somewhat similar. Nice. We made out, I started sucking his cock and he pushed me off, saying "You're too good at that." Turns out he hadn't come in a few days and didnt want to shoot off without me. Considerate trick?? Awesome.
I played with his balls some until he flipped me on my back and began to Hoover my cock. He licked my balls, ate my hole, but kept coming back to my cock. Then he climbed on top of me and started making out. He was grinding my cock in his ass crack. Then he broke the kiss to spit in his hand slather my cock, and then go back to grinding. I took this as the cue to start playing with his hole.....teasing it. He moaned into the kiss, and said, "We should ....." and trailed off into a moan. As my cock pushed his hole open. Hmm.
He sat up, and promptly lowered himself to the base of my cock. Eyes rolled into the back of his head, he lamented that his partner is a bottom and he hasnt been fucked in months. I'm a giver - of course I'll pound him. He asks for lube, and I oblige.....slide back in and he goes to town. We're building up a good steam, his cock is oozing precum....and then...."Do you mind if I send my partner a picture? Of my ass getting worked over?" Of course, I'm a giver.
My visitor took his picture, then went about getting both of us off. He truly had his own groove going - it was good, don't get me wrong - but he was all about getting him off. I felt the familiar twinge in his hole - looked up to notice his eyes roll back, and grabbed his hips. I started pounding him into oblivion - catching him off guard and cutting off his orgasm, but bringing mine markedly closer. I pounded him for a good five minutes before he felt my cock swell in his hole, leaned down and kissed me, and we both shot. I planted a thick 2 day load up his hole, he sprayed what turned out to be 4 days across my hairy chest.
He kissed me at the door and showed me the text message from his partner: "He better fuck me too." I might have to visit their city just to pound them both. :-D
Saturday, October 30, 2010
What did we do before Text Messaging?
Seriously. I was wondering this the other day - well, actually the other night.
Russ: Hey stud. How's the week?
Me: Good, yours?
Russ: Not bad. Got plans later?
Me: Dinner about 4 blocks from your place at 7:30.
Russ: Good. You can be my dessert at 9.
And, with that I found myself on his doorstep at 9, and thankful for my unlimited text messaging plan. Dressed from a work dinner, I arrived at his place to find him in sweatpants and nothing else. His hairy chest gets me weak in the knees every time. We've had sex at least a few dozen times, but he is one that I never tire of.
He pinned me against the wall and started making out with me, devouring my face. I could feel his cock getting hard in his sweatpants, but not sticking out. I excused myself to pee, but as I was standing in front of the toilet, I felt his warm mouth lapping at my hole. It's nearly impossible to piss when you have a tongue on your ass, but I managed to do it. We continued to make out and stumble around his apartment back to the bed. He pushed me face down, pants around my ankles, and ate my hole. My cock was ROCK hard at this point, and I was definitely in the mood for more than the quick oral I had gotten my day started with. (He, too, sent me a text message that evening looking for a repeat......hmmm....get fucked or get head.....I'll get fucked, everytime.)
Russ got rid of his sweatpants and made me worship his cock through his 2xist briefs. He wouldn't let me pull out his cock. What the fuck?! Then, he sat on my face, putting all of his weight on it. I could hardly breathe, but as he did this, he grabbed my hands, and I felt cold leather wrap around my wrists. FUCK! He was tying me to the bedpost. Resistance was futile, this fucker is stronger than me, and why would I resist anyway?
He smiled deviously, spat on my hole and shoved his briefs in my mouth. He knows me well - when I get fucked hard I tend to get loud. He greased his rigid cock, my ass and slowly entered me. As his cock entered me, his eyes rolled into the back of his head.....as did mine. He feels fucking great.
Ever the considerate top, he slowly worked my ass over to warm me up. After about 5 minutes, I wondered when he was going to attack. Then, without warning, he placed a hand over my mouth to hold his briefs in my mouth and the assault began. For the next 20 minutes it was as if my ass was locked into a piston-fuck machine. I had tears forming in my eyes. My ass was on fire. He removed his underwear, and began to make out with me as he slowly and tenderly moved his cock in and out of my now well used and abused hole. "Good boy, good boy" he kept moaning as he moved his cock in me. Wait....suddenly I realize....it's gliding. There is more than lube up there.....
The look must have run across my face, as he said, "Yes, boy.....you have 2 loads up there already....now it's time for the third." He unlocked my wrists, and got on his back, "Ride me boy...."
I got on top of him, and in the mirror next to his bed, could finally see his cumslicked cock. I started riding him slowly, enjoying the feeling of my hole being full again. As I picked up the pace, I felt my own load boiling in my balls.......Russ sensed this......grabbed my cock and started stroking. Pretty soon, 6 thick shots of cum came flying out of my cock across his chest. "Good boy, now finish me off...." and with that, Russ grabbed me by the hips and used me like a human fleshlight. No more than a minute later, I felt him tense, he groaned, and my ass got sloppier.
Some making out, some cuddling, and he passed out. I left quietly, knowing that he gets up earlier than me in the morning. I woke up in my own bed, a puddle under my ass, and this text message:
Russ: Can you feel me now?
Russ: Hey stud. How's the week?
Me: Good, yours?
Russ: Not bad. Got plans later?
Me: Dinner about 4 blocks from your place at 7:30.
Russ: Good. You can be my dessert at 9.
And, with that I found myself on his doorstep at 9, and thankful for my unlimited text messaging plan. Dressed from a work dinner, I arrived at his place to find him in sweatpants and nothing else. His hairy chest gets me weak in the knees every time. We've had sex at least a few dozen times, but he is one that I never tire of.
He pinned me against the wall and started making out with me, devouring my face. I could feel his cock getting hard in his sweatpants, but not sticking out. I excused myself to pee, but as I was standing in front of the toilet, I felt his warm mouth lapping at my hole. It's nearly impossible to piss when you have a tongue on your ass, but I managed to do it. We continued to make out and stumble around his apartment back to the bed. He pushed me face down, pants around my ankles, and ate my hole. My cock was ROCK hard at this point, and I was definitely in the mood for more than the quick oral I had gotten my day started with. (He, too, sent me a text message that evening looking for a repeat......hmmm....get fucked or get head.....I'll get fucked, everytime.)
Russ got rid of his sweatpants and made me worship his cock through his 2xist briefs. He wouldn't let me pull out his cock. What the fuck?! Then, he sat on my face, putting all of his weight on it. I could hardly breathe, but as he did this, he grabbed my hands, and I felt cold leather wrap around my wrists. FUCK! He was tying me to the bedpost. Resistance was futile, this fucker is stronger than me, and why would I resist anyway?
He smiled deviously, spat on my hole and shoved his briefs in my mouth. He knows me well - when I get fucked hard I tend to get loud. He greased his rigid cock, my ass and slowly entered me. As his cock entered me, his eyes rolled into the back of his head.....as did mine. He feels fucking great.
Ever the considerate top, he slowly worked my ass over to warm me up. After about 5 minutes, I wondered when he was going to attack. Then, without warning, he placed a hand over my mouth to hold his briefs in my mouth and the assault began. For the next 20 minutes it was as if my ass was locked into a piston-fuck machine. I had tears forming in my eyes. My ass was on fire. He removed his underwear, and began to make out with me as he slowly and tenderly moved his cock in and out of my now well used and abused hole. "Good boy, good boy" he kept moaning as he moved his cock in me. Wait....suddenly I realize....it's gliding. There is more than lube up there.....
The look must have run across my face, as he said, "Yes, boy.....you have 2 loads up there already....now it's time for the third." He unlocked my wrists, and got on his back, "Ride me boy...."
I got on top of him, and in the mirror next to his bed, could finally see his cumslicked cock. I started riding him slowly, enjoying the feeling of my hole being full again. As I picked up the pace, I felt my own load boiling in my balls.......Russ sensed this......grabbed my cock and started stroking. Pretty soon, 6 thick shots of cum came flying out of my cock across his chest. "Good boy, now finish me off...." and with that, Russ grabbed me by the hips and used me like a human fleshlight. No more than a minute later, I felt him tense, he groaned, and my ass got sloppier.
Some making out, some cuddling, and he passed out. I left quietly, knowing that he gets up earlier than me in the morning. I woke up in my own bed, a puddle under my ass, and this text message:
Russ: Can you feel me now?
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Morning surprise
This morning, I logged into A4A to check mail. A headless cock shot hit me up. Now, on other sites, I have headless profiles. For some reason, A4A is the one that I have my face on. Go figure. Anyway, nice enough dick on a 32 yo WM, 5'9 145 br/br. OK, this could work.
Him: Are you discreet?
Me: Of course. (Note to reader: Yes, I'll blog about it, but I'm not using his pictures or name. Come on.)
Him: You hung?
Me: More than you. You want to suck it?
Him: Yeah, can u be here in 20? ***Address***
Me: 15.
Him: 20. I need to shower.
Me: 15. I need to get to work. Don't do your hair. I'm out the door.
I mean, for Chrissake - if we're talking about you sucking my cock, I don't know what kind of 20 minute prep you could possibly need.
I arrive and realize that I had been to this place before. About 2 years ago, a buddy of mine and I got head from this guy. I couldn't remember much beyond that. As I ascended the stairs behind him, I noticed his cute ass in his soccer shorts. I wanted some of that....
We started on the couch, when he exclaimed, "Fuck, you're cuter than your profile." Stroke my cock, son, not my ego. Anyway....he suggested we move into a 69. I have to say, he gives pretty fuckin' good head. His cock is perfectly average - good length, good girth, and a little hood on it. Not much foreskin, but enough to be fun to play with.
I'm physically stronger than him, so I pulled him on top of me in the 69 position and then dove face first into his hairy ass. He feigned resistance but ultimately started fucking himself on my tongue. "You can't fuck me .... today." No problem, boy....I'll be back for that.
Needing to get to work, I laid on my back and let him suck me to orgasm. For some reason he didn't want to swallow....so I did my best to spray his face instead. Got some in his eye. He'll learn....swallowing is best.
Him: Are you discreet?
Me: Of course. (Note to reader: Yes, I'll blog about it, but I'm not using his pictures or name. Come on.)
Him: You hung?
Me: More than you. You want to suck it?
Him: Yeah, can u be here in 20? ***Address***
Me: 15.
Him: 20. I need to shower.
Me: 15. I need to get to work. Don't do your hair. I'm out the door.
I mean, for Chrissake - if we're talking about you sucking my cock, I don't know what kind of 20 minute prep you could possibly need.
I arrive and realize that I had been to this place before. About 2 years ago, a buddy of mine and I got head from this guy. I couldn't remember much beyond that. As I ascended the stairs behind him, I noticed his cute ass in his soccer shorts. I wanted some of that....
We started on the couch, when he exclaimed, "Fuck, you're cuter than your profile." Stroke my cock, son, not my ego. Anyway....he suggested we move into a 69. I have to say, he gives pretty fuckin' good head. His cock is perfectly average - good length, good girth, and a little hood on it. Not much foreskin, but enough to be fun to play with.
I'm physically stronger than him, so I pulled him on top of me in the 69 position and then dove face first into his hairy ass. He feigned resistance but ultimately started fucking himself on my tongue. "You can't fuck me .... today." No problem, boy....I'll be back for that.
Needing to get to work, I laid on my back and let him suck me to orgasm. For some reason he didn't want to swallow....so I did my best to spray his face instead. Got some in his eye. He'll learn....swallowing is best.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
The Cop
It's all about being at the right place at the right time. I was at an event for work, and a local cop walks in. I've met him and his partner (domestic) before, and always thought the cop was way hotter than his milquetoast partner. I noticed him locking eyes with me in a less than platonic way - could he be cruising me at a work event - while wearing his uniform? How lucky does a guy get?
As I left the event, he gave me a hug and slipped his phone number in my ass pocket. Interesting, unanticipated.
I sent him a text a few days later, so as not to be too interested in someone elses husband. We had a few innocent texts, but then:
Cop: So, when are you slamming that hot cock in my hole?
Me: 30 minutes, be at my place.
Cop: Can't today. Tomorrow, after work.
Me: OK.
The next day came, and so did we. Twice each. And many more times since.
Fast forward to today. Cop texts me:
Cop: My hole needs to be abused.
Me: Duh.
Cop: No, I mean, I need your cock.
Me: Duh.
Cop: Fucker. I mean, I need your cock in me NOW.
Bingo. 15 minutes later, his cop car was parked outside my place. He walked in, full uniform, and proceeded up the stairs. His hot hairy ass looks great in his tight police pants. How his partner doesnt fuck him senseless is beyond me, but he claims not to get any at home. His dick is totally unimpressive - shy of average - but his ass - is pure perfection. Dusting of hair, tight, hairy.
I didn't let him get all the way up the stairs before I playfully shoved him and he took the hint. There was no need for romance. If he wanted abuse, I was ready to show him abuse. He took the hint and undid his belt. As his ass was first exposed in his white briefs (hot on him), I pulled them down and spit on his hole. On the landing of the stairs, there he was, doggy style, his uniform around his ankles, shirt still on.
I continued to spit soak his hole, and applied some to my cock. He's got a great tight hole, but it always stretches right open. Today was no exception - he took it like a fucking champ. His cock got hard, but as always I paid no attention to it. No need. I pound away at his hole, grabbing him by his hips, unconcerned that he's getting rug burn on his knees that he'll need to explain.
As I feel my load building in my balls, I place my right hand over his mouth and begin the true assault on his hole. He moans into my hand and grips the floor for dear life. As hard as I get fucked, I fuck even harder. I could feel his balls swing back against mine, and as he bit my hand, I went over the edge and dumped a load in his hole.
Full of my cum, his breathing resumed to normal and I pulled my cock out of him with a plop sound. He lifted his white briefs up, closed his pants, and proceeded down the stairs he never fully ascended.
Two hours later I get this text:
Cop: How the fuck am I going to explain the spooge in the ass of these briefs?
Me: I don't know. Why did you abort my children?
Cop: Asshole.
Maybe I am, but I'm damn funny......and he keeps coming back for more.
As I left the event, he gave me a hug and slipped his phone number in my ass pocket. Interesting, unanticipated.
I sent him a text a few days later, so as not to be too interested in someone elses husband. We had a few innocent texts, but then:
Cop: So, when are you slamming that hot cock in my hole?
Me: 30 minutes, be at my place.
Cop: Can't today. Tomorrow, after work.
Me: OK.
The next day came, and so did we. Twice each. And many more times since.
Fast forward to today. Cop texts me:
Cop: My hole needs to be abused.
Me: Duh.
Cop: No, I mean, I need your cock.
Me: Duh.
Cop: Fucker. I mean, I need your cock in me NOW.
Bingo. 15 minutes later, his cop car was parked outside my place. He walked in, full uniform, and proceeded up the stairs. His hot hairy ass looks great in his tight police pants. How his partner doesnt fuck him senseless is beyond me, but he claims not to get any at home. His dick is totally unimpressive - shy of average - but his ass - is pure perfection. Dusting of hair, tight, hairy.
I didn't let him get all the way up the stairs before I playfully shoved him and he took the hint. There was no need for romance. If he wanted abuse, I was ready to show him abuse. He took the hint and undid his belt. As his ass was first exposed in his white briefs (hot on him), I pulled them down and spit on his hole. On the landing of the stairs, there he was, doggy style, his uniform around his ankles, shirt still on.
I continued to spit soak his hole, and applied some to my cock. He's got a great tight hole, but it always stretches right open. Today was no exception - he took it like a fucking champ. His cock got hard, but as always I paid no attention to it. No need. I pound away at his hole, grabbing him by his hips, unconcerned that he's getting rug burn on his knees that he'll need to explain.
As I feel my load building in my balls, I place my right hand over his mouth and begin the true assault on his hole. He moans into my hand and grips the floor for dear life. As hard as I get fucked, I fuck even harder. I could feel his balls swing back against mine, and as he bit my hand, I went over the edge and dumped a load in his hole.
Full of my cum, his breathing resumed to normal and I pulled my cock out of him with a plop sound. He lifted his white briefs up, closed his pants, and proceeded down the stairs he never fully ascended.
Two hours later I get this text:
Cop: How the fuck am I going to explain the spooge in the ass of these briefs?
Me: I don't know. Why did you abort my children?
Cop: Asshole.
Maybe I am, but I'm damn funny......and he keeps coming back for more.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
I like guys that are straight to the point
The other night, I was on Manhunt, and had this exchange with a FB:
Him: You looked good the other night at {XX} (local leather bar)
Me: Thanks. Didn't even see you.
Him: I saw you. Put on the harness and be ready for a breeding in 45 minutes.
Me: Yes sir.
Him: Unlock your door, be face down, ass up.
Me: Yes sir.
Don't we all wish everyone was so forthright? Got me instantly hard. I should tell you about B. He's 24, 5'10" and about 200# of former HS and College Football player. Not fat at all - just a solid piece of boy/man. Has a total dominant streak about him, and loves eating my hairy ass before breeding it. His dick is nice and thick, too, nothing too long, but always stretches me out good.
I cleaned up, threw on the harness and waited to hear the door open. Exactly 45 minutes after our email exchange, there opened the door, and I heard his steady footsteps coming upstairs. He came into the dimly lit bedroom, blinds open into the courtyard of my complex, and let out a gutteral moan of appreciation for my ass in the air. I heard his zipper go down at the same time as I felt a tongue on my hole. As he was eating me, getting me good and wet, he slapped my ass so hard I jumped off the bed in shock. He laughed - not a ha-ha laugh, a your ass is mine laugh. We all know that laugh.
He pushed my face into the mattress and grabbed the gun oil and got his cock slicked. B didn't want head, he wanted hole. More precisely - he wanted MY hole. As he slid his cock into my hole, he held it just after the mushroom head went in. He slapped the back of my head playfully and said, "Back up on it, fucker." Not one to disappoint, I buried myself onto his hard fuckstick. He grabbed the reigns of my harness, and began to slowly move in and out, using my own body as leverage. It's a fucking HOT experience if you haven't had it. I took a huge hit of poppers and got ready for what I needed.
Wanting a good ass pounding, I knew exactly what to say to get him: "I thought you came here to fuck." It works every time. That's what's good about repeats: You get what you want. No sooner did the words come out of my mouth than he pushed my head into the mattress again and with the other hand took hold of my harness. He began pounding my ass so hard the headboard was banging against the wall, making a loud thud with every stroke. PERFECT.
Him: "Do you want my load, fuckhole?"
Me: "I want my ass fucked by a man. Know one?"
Again, it's like playing a fiddle. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, stood on the ground and began pounding me like there was no tomorrow. With him there is no romance. I could feel his thick cock get thicker, and knew that he was getting ready to cum.
Him: "Clamp down, don't fucking lose a drop."
Always one to please, I began to milk his cock.
Him: "Good fuckhole.......here it cums....."
And he let out a gutteral moan that filled the room along with the sweat and smell of man sex. I felt 8 blasts in my hole. I never had the opportunity to touch my cock. That's what he's into. I turned back to see an appreciative grin on his face. He never even took off his shirt or shoes. 15 minutes after he arrived, he left.
The next morning, I had an email:
"Hot fucking hole. Good job, bitch."
And there it was. Straight to the point. For him, I'm the bitch.
Him: You looked good the other night at {XX} (local leather bar)
Me: Thanks. Didn't even see you.
Him: I saw you. Put on the harness and be ready for a breeding in 45 minutes.
Me: Yes sir.
Him: Unlock your door, be face down, ass up.
Me: Yes sir.
Don't we all wish everyone was so forthright? Got me instantly hard. I should tell you about B. He's 24, 5'10" and about 200# of former HS and College Football player. Not fat at all - just a solid piece of boy/man. Has a total dominant streak about him, and loves eating my hairy ass before breeding it. His dick is nice and thick, too, nothing too long, but always stretches me out good.
I cleaned up, threw on the harness and waited to hear the door open. Exactly 45 minutes after our email exchange, there opened the door, and I heard his steady footsteps coming upstairs. He came into the dimly lit bedroom, blinds open into the courtyard of my complex, and let out a gutteral moan of appreciation for my ass in the air. I heard his zipper go down at the same time as I felt a tongue on my hole. As he was eating me, getting me good and wet, he slapped my ass so hard I jumped off the bed in shock. He laughed - not a ha-ha laugh, a your ass is mine laugh. We all know that laugh.
He pushed my face into the mattress and grabbed the gun oil and got his cock slicked. B didn't want head, he wanted hole. More precisely - he wanted MY hole. As he slid his cock into my hole, he held it just after the mushroom head went in. He slapped the back of my head playfully and said, "Back up on it, fucker." Not one to disappoint, I buried myself onto his hard fuckstick. He grabbed the reigns of my harness, and began to slowly move in and out, using my own body as leverage. It's a fucking HOT experience if you haven't had it. I took a huge hit of poppers and got ready for what I needed.
Wanting a good ass pounding, I knew exactly what to say to get him: "I thought you came here to fuck." It works every time. That's what's good about repeats: You get what you want. No sooner did the words come out of my mouth than he pushed my head into the mattress again and with the other hand took hold of my harness. He began pounding my ass so hard the headboard was banging against the wall, making a loud thud with every stroke. PERFECT.
Him: "Do you want my load, fuckhole?"
Me: "I want my ass fucked by a man. Know one?"
Again, it's like playing a fiddle. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, stood on the ground and began pounding me like there was no tomorrow. With him there is no romance. I could feel his thick cock get thicker, and knew that he was getting ready to cum.
Him: "Clamp down, don't fucking lose a drop."
Always one to please, I began to milk his cock.
Him: "Good fuckhole.......here it cums....."
And he let out a gutteral moan that filled the room along with the sweat and smell of man sex. I felt 8 blasts in my hole. I never had the opportunity to touch my cock. That's what he's into. I turned back to see an appreciative grin on his face. He never even took off his shirt or shoes. 15 minutes after he arrived, he left.
The next morning, I had an email:
"Hot fucking hole. Good job, bitch."
And there it was. Straight to the point. For him, I'm the bitch.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
No pretense
I've known Russ for about a year. I met him on Adam4Adam and was at his place an hour later with my ass in the air. There was no pretense. I was there to get fucked. He was there to do the fucking. Late 30s, hairy, about 5'7" and muscular, he is in the military reserves outside of his day job at a major bank. He's like me in that way - you'd never know he's a sex pig behind closed doors.
Walking up to his place last night, I was waiting to be buzzed in when a large woman buzzed herself in ahead of me. She let me in, actually acknowledging, "You don't look like trouble." If only she knew that as I got off the elevator on the 7th floor and she continued to the 8th, that I would, indeed, be trouble. We exchanged pleasantries as I padded down the cement corridor to Russ' door. I knocked, the door cracked open and I walked in.
Behind the door, there stood Russ wearing black briefs. He likes briefs, I'm more of a commando or jock fan, but on him they work. His camouflage hung in his open closet next to his suits. He approached me, pulling me into a kiss. One thing Russ is - intense. The kiss made me weak. I could feel my hole twitch in anticipation, as he reached under my t-shirt to tug on my nipple. The tug was purposeful - he knows my nips are hardwired to my cock, which grew under my shorts. He grabbed me by the cock, still under the sheath of my shorts and drew me to his bed, throwing me facedown.
As he pulled my shorts down, my hairy bubble ass met the cold air conditioned air. It was quickly covered by Russ' hairy chest, rubbing against my ass. I ground into the mattress, my hardon beginning to leak precum all over his sheets. He grabbed me by the hair, his cock under his briefs against my exposed ass, "Your ass is mine, boy...." he hissed into my ear. It was spoken truth: we both knew I was there to get the fuck I had been craving all day.
He moved down my body, licking his way to my hole. Pulling my cheeks apart, he dug his tongue deep into my chute. Spitting, he spent easily ten minutes down there without coming up for air. In the meantime, I was bucking against him, looking over at the visual of him eating my hole in the mirrored wall of closet we were facing. Every time he noticed me looking that way, he would take a hand and push my head back into the mattress. I was there for his pleasure, mine was just a side benefit.
He rolled me over and shoved his cock down my throat. As he did, he slid a finger into my hole. The moan I let out vibrated under his cock, which in turn began to ooze precum. He wasn't there for head....me sucking his cock was just his way of getting wet to get into my hole. He lifted my legs up, spread me like a wishbone and spit on my hole. Rubbing his cock back and forth against my pucker, he had me squirming all over the bed. I was right where he wanted me. Right where I wanted to be.
Without notice, he decided to plow into me, balls deep in one stroke. I'm used to his cock, but the sudden intrusion was still enough to take my breath away momentarily. Russ took pleasure in this and held his cock in place. As I got used to it, he started to rock back and forth, uttering, "That's it boy.....there ya go." He plunged in and out of me with deliberate strokes, taking the time to grab my hair as leverage. Nice touch.
Again without notice, he pulled out suddenly and threw me onto all 4s. He handed me the poppers, and said, "You'll need these." As I took a huff, I felt his cock enter me again, and his hands on both of my hips. The next fifteen minutes are a total blur, a symphonic memory of moans, pleas on my part for him to pound me, and his occasional slap on my ass, saying "That's my boy....take it."
Take it I did. Like a champ. As he pulled out, he laid on his back and gave me the cue. He has a cum fetish. Russ LOVES to be soaked in cum. I was horny, rock hard, and ready to blast my load. I took another huff of poppers and sat on his dick, balls deep in one stroke. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as I fucked myself feverishly on his rigid pole. I felt the familiar tingling in my balls and clenched my ass. That threw me over the edge as I blasted volley after volley of thick cum across his hairy chest. After seven healthy shots, he kept fucking me, and more dribbled out. I knew he hadn't cum. He never cums with me riding him.
He took a handfull of my cum from his chest and slapped my face with it. Demanded I get on the floor and suck his cock clean of my ass juice. I did so willingly. I remained hard as he fucked my face. I felt his cock swell in my mouth - and as much as I wanted his cum, I knew exactly what he was going to do. He pulled out of my mouth and shot his cum into his hands. One hand coated my hole, the other his, and we finished the evening with a hot 69 session eating his cum off of each of our holes. Apparently, that's his favorite part. Who am I to complain?
As I walked out of his building an hour and a half after arriving, the large woman was walking out with her rather small dog. She said, "Good night," as I walked past her. I smiled back and said, "Yes, it is...." I'm sure she saw the wet spot on my ass.
Walking up to his place last night, I was waiting to be buzzed in when a large woman buzzed herself in ahead of me. She let me in, actually acknowledging, "You don't look like trouble." If only she knew that as I got off the elevator on the 7th floor and she continued to the 8th, that I would, indeed, be trouble. We exchanged pleasantries as I padded down the cement corridor to Russ' door. I knocked, the door cracked open and I walked in.
Behind the door, there stood Russ wearing black briefs. He likes briefs, I'm more of a commando or jock fan, but on him they work. His camouflage hung in his open closet next to his suits. He approached me, pulling me into a kiss. One thing Russ is - intense. The kiss made me weak. I could feel my hole twitch in anticipation, as he reached under my t-shirt to tug on my nipple. The tug was purposeful - he knows my nips are hardwired to my cock, which grew under my shorts. He grabbed me by the cock, still under the sheath of my shorts and drew me to his bed, throwing me facedown.
As he pulled my shorts down, my hairy bubble ass met the cold air conditioned air. It was quickly covered by Russ' hairy chest, rubbing against my ass. I ground into the mattress, my hardon beginning to leak precum all over his sheets. He grabbed me by the hair, his cock under his briefs against my exposed ass, "Your ass is mine, boy...." he hissed into my ear. It was spoken truth: we both knew I was there to get the fuck I had been craving all day.
He moved down my body, licking his way to my hole. Pulling my cheeks apart, he dug his tongue deep into my chute. Spitting, he spent easily ten minutes down there without coming up for air. In the meantime, I was bucking against him, looking over at the visual of him eating my hole in the mirrored wall of closet we were facing. Every time he noticed me looking that way, he would take a hand and push my head back into the mattress. I was there for his pleasure, mine was just a side benefit.
He rolled me over and shoved his cock down my throat. As he did, he slid a finger into my hole. The moan I let out vibrated under his cock, which in turn began to ooze precum. He wasn't there for head....me sucking his cock was just his way of getting wet to get into my hole. He lifted my legs up, spread me like a wishbone and spit on my hole. Rubbing his cock back and forth against my pucker, he had me squirming all over the bed. I was right where he wanted me. Right where I wanted to be.
Without notice, he decided to plow into me, balls deep in one stroke. I'm used to his cock, but the sudden intrusion was still enough to take my breath away momentarily. Russ took pleasure in this and held his cock in place. As I got used to it, he started to rock back and forth, uttering, "That's it boy.....there ya go." He plunged in and out of me with deliberate strokes, taking the time to grab my hair as leverage. Nice touch.
Again without notice, he pulled out suddenly and threw me onto all 4s. He handed me the poppers, and said, "You'll need these." As I took a huff, I felt his cock enter me again, and his hands on both of my hips. The next fifteen minutes are a total blur, a symphonic memory of moans, pleas on my part for him to pound me, and his occasional slap on my ass, saying "That's my boy....take it."
Take it I did. Like a champ. As he pulled out, he laid on his back and gave me the cue. He has a cum fetish. Russ LOVES to be soaked in cum. I was horny, rock hard, and ready to blast my load. I took another huff of poppers and sat on his dick, balls deep in one stroke. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as I fucked myself feverishly on his rigid pole. I felt the familiar tingling in my balls and clenched my ass. That threw me over the edge as I blasted volley after volley of thick cum across his hairy chest. After seven healthy shots, he kept fucking me, and more dribbled out. I knew he hadn't cum. He never cums with me riding him.
He took a handfull of my cum from his chest and slapped my face with it. Demanded I get on the floor and suck his cock clean of my ass juice. I did so willingly. I remained hard as he fucked my face. I felt his cock swell in my mouth - and as much as I wanted his cum, I knew exactly what he was going to do. He pulled out of my mouth and shot his cum into his hands. One hand coated my hole, the other his, and we finished the evening with a hot 69 session eating his cum off of each of our holes. Apparently, that's his favorite part. Who am I to complain?
As I walked out of his building an hour and a half after arriving, the large woman was walking out with her rather small dog. She said, "Good night," as I walked past her. I smiled back and said, "Yes, it is...." I'm sure she saw the wet spot on my ass.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Airport quickie
I was heading home after a weekend out of town, where I didn't get off. Going through security, I made eye contact with another guy. He was about 6', probably about 190# and I'm guessing early to mid 30s. Handsome face, average to slightly better than average bod. Smiled easily as he played eye games with me.
After he went through security in this airport, I noticed he turned back to me, then walked into the mens room. Bingo.
I walked in, up to the urinal next to him and noticed him playing with a hard cock. He cocked his head to the handicapped stall behind us, zipped up and walked into it. I waited a minute, then followed suit. Horny bastard was on his knees already, stroking his cock. Not one to miss a stroke, I opened the fly of my jeans, and shoved my 8" hard cock down his throat. Giving no indication of a gag reflex, he swallowed every inch I gave him. Just the kind of cocksucker I like. I grabbed his head, and fucked his skull.
He was feverishly jerking his cock, which was average in every sense of the word. Not saying I wouldnt have sucked on it - or let him fuck me - but right now this married guy was my cocksucker. Did I mention that he was wearing a gold band? Oh yeah. Likely on his way out of town for a week of consulting work (I later noticed his big company embroidered bag) having just left his wife and kids for the week. Starting his week of travel with a fresh gut full of cum.
As I started to cum, the cocky asshole in me decided to make this special for him. I came 3 big shots down his throat, then jammed down on my flow. Pulled out of his mouth and let another 2 globs shoot across his button down. Yup, he was going to smell me for the rest of the evening. Maybe the passenger next to him would too.
The look of shock on his face was priceless. So was the string of jizz I left on his cheek when I playfully slapped my deflating cock against his cheek before zipping up.
My flight home was a lot more pleasant, having slightly lighter balls. Hopefully his was too with a slightly fuller gut.
After he went through security in this airport, I noticed he turned back to me, then walked into the mens room. Bingo.
I walked in, up to the urinal next to him and noticed him playing with a hard cock. He cocked his head to the handicapped stall behind us, zipped up and walked into it. I waited a minute, then followed suit. Horny bastard was on his knees already, stroking his cock. Not one to miss a stroke, I opened the fly of my jeans, and shoved my 8" hard cock down his throat. Giving no indication of a gag reflex, he swallowed every inch I gave him. Just the kind of cocksucker I like. I grabbed his head, and fucked his skull.
He was feverishly jerking his cock, which was average in every sense of the word. Not saying I wouldnt have sucked on it - or let him fuck me - but right now this married guy was my cocksucker. Did I mention that he was wearing a gold band? Oh yeah. Likely on his way out of town for a week of consulting work (I later noticed his big company embroidered bag) having just left his wife and kids for the week. Starting his week of travel with a fresh gut full of cum.
As I started to cum, the cocky asshole in me decided to make this special for him. I came 3 big shots down his throat, then jammed down on my flow. Pulled out of his mouth and let another 2 globs shoot across his button down. Yup, he was going to smell me for the rest of the evening. Maybe the passenger next to him would too.
The look of shock on his face was priceless. So was the string of jizz I left on his cheek when I playfully slapped my deflating cock against his cheek before zipping up.
My flight home was a lot more pleasant, having slightly lighter balls. Hopefully his was too with a slightly fuller gut.
Welcome to the Blog
At the prompting of my online friend, Bike Guy here I am. For background purposes, I should let you know about myself.
I'm a 31 year old white collar professional. I'm the kind of guy that you see walking down the street and think, "He looks like a really nice guy." What most people are shocked to learn is that behind closed doors I'm a pretty sexual guy. By pretty sexual, I mean I like fucking. HARD. And I like getting fucked. HARD. My view of the world - I better give it as good as I take it.
A few more things - I'm moderately hairy and totally masculine. Not in the crazy overhyped masculine way, but in the guys guy, real world way. You'll pick up on that in my posts.
Feel free to email me questions. I'll put up a formspring thing too at some point. If you find something that gets you boned, gets you off - let me know. That'll keep me posting.
I'm a 31 year old white collar professional. I'm the kind of guy that you see walking down the street and think, "He looks like a really nice guy." What most people are shocked to learn is that behind closed doors I'm a pretty sexual guy. By pretty sexual, I mean I like fucking. HARD. And I like getting fucked. HARD. My view of the world - I better give it as good as I take it.
A few more things - I'm moderately hairy and totally masculine. Not in the crazy overhyped masculine way, but in the guys guy, real world way. You'll pick up on that in my posts.
Feel free to email me questions. I'll put up a formspring thing too at some point. If you find something that gets you boned, gets you off - let me know. That'll keep me posting.
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