Sunday, June 30, 2013

Surprise! I want your cock in my ass.

Business travel has me visiting a town I once lived in. A guy I dated fairly seriously when I lived here saw that I was here on Facebook and invited me to lunch.

I should have realized something was up his sleeve when he turned down hanging out at the pool at the slightly trendy hotel I'm staying at. I should have realized something was up when he asked me to meet him at his home. I SHOULD have realized something was up when I got this text message:

"You should see my silver disgusting lezzbaru outside my disgusting moneypit. Hopping in shower. Door unlocked. "

But NO. I took the whole thing at face value.

I walk in, and find him bent over a stool, with duct tape over his eyes. Bareback twink porn (come on, really?!), poppers and eucerin creme.

"Please, sir, please fuck me."

Now, this wouldn't be so shocking if he wasn't a "total top" when we dated. To the point where his lack of bottoming became an issue in our relationship. Now he's come around to being blindfolded asking for raw cock?

"Get on your fucking knees, faggot."

I saw his ample cock lurch as he dropped to his knees and opened his mouth. I fed him my cock. Shit, it seemed like the right thing to do.

He guzzled on my cock, and got it really good and wet. Moaning while he did it, which sent little vibrations up my cock. I did remember him being a master cocksucker when we dated - and when I said, "Choke on it faggot," as he went down to the root, he came back up and said, "I don't have a gag reflex, SIR."

Displeased with his attitude, I slapped his face and ordered him back to the bent over position.

"Please SIR, please go slow."

I grabbed the eucerin cream. Interesting choice of lube, but not my fuckhole in the line of fire.

"You'll fucking take what I give you, won't you faggot?"
"Yes, SIR."

And with that, in one stroke I went into his hot ass. He opened up quickly, so much for being a TOP....and he clearly enjoyed it. His jockstrap let his cock drop out, and it felt good slapping against my leg as I railed on his hole. And, honestly, I was enjoying the act of subtle revenge - we had not been good to each other as BFs, taking his ass in a brutal fuck and feeling his cock leak against my leg felt good.

Moaning, he begged me to cum. "Fill me with that fat cock seed...." kept coming out of his mouth. I put my hand over his mouth and told him to shut the fuck up.....I was going to cum when I wanted to. Luckily for him, it was soon.

"Tell me what you need fucker."
"Can't talk, can you?"
"Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!"
"Need my seed, do you, faggot?"

He bucked against my cock harder. My balls churned. I hit the side of his face, HARD.

"Take it."

And with that, I stopped moving. I've become quite happy with this routine. It's good for me to concentrate on the feeling of the cum searing through my cock. Not moving also allows the fuckhole to know that I'm seeding him. There's NO mistaking EXACTLY what's happening.

"Do you need to cum?"

(Knowing that the answer was YES, and that it was a show.)

"You have exactly one minute."

And with that he continued to fuck back on my cock, which got nice and frothy. It took him more than a minute, but I felt his ass clamp down. He moaned out, and I felt his ass spasm. I heard his cum hit his floor.

We finished off with a quick shower - and then went to lunch. When I brought him back..... be continued.

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Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Recycling - it can be for head too!

A few years ago I lived on the other side of the country from where I do now. There are a few guys I played with there that I am still in touch with through things like Facebook. One in particular has moved to another town on that side of the country and happens to live about 10 minutes from the airport hotel I was staying at overnight. So, of course, I invited him over.

He's a departure from my typical hookup. He's skinny. He shaves nearly every hair off his body. BUT....he has a really nice cock.

So, he comes over and makes awkward conversation with me for about 30 minutes. Then, mid word, laying on the bed, I feel his tongue on the bottom of my foot. Now, I'll admit this - Im not a foot fetishist. It doesn't do anything for me. Generally.

This time, though, I got ROCK hard. There was something about the way he went about it - it was how into it HE was that got me going. After a solid 10 minutes of him worshipping my feet, I noticed that it was already 11PM. Enough of the I go to remove his pants.

He stood up, and was just as skinny naked as I remembered. For some people he's a DREAM. For me, the fact that he's got a nice cock is the saving grace. We went into a fairly low key and lazy 69 for a while. His cock was leaking precum like a faucet, and it was sweet. I commented on it, and he replied, "Well I drank three cans of pineapple juice for you today."  Awww. Considerate tricks rock.

When he shot, it was voluminous. That threw me over the edge and I blew a 2 day load down his throat.

He'll be a nice reliable bj when I'm in that town, and that should be 2x a year or so.

Recycle your tricks. It's good for the environment and your balls.

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Sunday, June 16, 2013

When it's good, it's REALLY good.

I was on vacation for Memorial Day and staying with a group of friends. I love these guys - they're great. Getting my play in needs to be done in a low key way so as not to upset the apple cart.

I logged into Scruff and found a cute guy just a mile away. A local in this community of vacationers. He reported great stats - 5'10" 155 and had pictures to back it up.  He was also willing to host, which was a major bonus - it required a lot less conversation for me to leave than to have a guest come in.

I arrived at his place, and he was hotter than his photos. A definite otter. Covered in fur. His breath was minty as he came in for the kiss. My dick sprung immediately. The body contact was intense - it was clear that this young otter knew what he was doing.

We quickly shucked clothes and got on the futon bed in his one room studio. We made out for a good 15 minutes while enjoying the heat building on our bodies. He was beginning to sweat, which actually turned me on more - his sweat smelled good and made me excited to eat his hole.

And check out this ass. What man in his right mind wouldn't eat this ass for all it was worth? And again - the photograph does him no justice.

Oh, did I mention the huge horse dick on this boy? It tasted really good too.

He sucked on my cock for easily 15 minutes - with mild interruption by me to eat his ass and then make out. I could have spent days with this boy.

When the time came for me to enter him, he grabbed the lube and almost lovingly lubed my cock. I felt I was the fortunate one - but he treated me like he was the lucky one. Rather than feeling rushed, I enjoyed the handjob I was getting and moaned in appreciation.

He finally straddled me and sat down on my cock. I could literally feel every centimeter of length entering him - and each muscle in his hot hairy asshole relaxing to fit around my cock. The look of pleasure in his eyes from moment one told me this was going to be good.  He rode my cock in this position for what felt like an eternity but was in actuality probably five minutes. We made out, and his cock drool was pooling in my navel.

I had to take the reigns and rolled him onto his back. In this position I felt the head of my cock go just a little deeper and hit that glorious second ring. He gasped for air, and muttered, "Thank you."  This fuck never got "wild" - it was clear our chemistry was in the intimacy. We fucked for a solid half hour - him on his back, bent over on all fours, spooning, and then finally it was time for him to ride it home.

He pled for me to cum. I wanted him to cum with me, but he said he got on top of me and rode me, spreading his meaty ass, and that's when....with him riding me, I exploded. Deep. Powerful. Sweat throughout my entire body, my cum searing into his ass.....I was in bliss.

He dismounted me carefully and cuddled up to me. His energy was just simply amazing. We babbled about nonsense. We kissed a little. I stayed hard. I wanted more. He was excited - like a kid in a candy store.

This fuck was harder. Still not a grunge fuck by any stretch of the imagination. He was open, his hole was like a glove, and with his legs over my shoulders, my tongue in his throat, I felt him getting close. I stopped. He looked forelorn. Like I was going to deny him his cum.

I had other ideas for this second load of mine, and first of his. I had him mount me. I wanted to wear his cum. I know - I've got a cum fetish. Go figure.

He rode me like a champ. When it came time for him to cum, we both knew it. His ass clamped down on my cock not dissimilar to the vacuum seal of an airplane door. He shot all over the place - the sight, smell and taste of which (yes, across my face and chest) made me blast.

Nearly two and a half hours after arriving at his place, I wobbly got to my feet and headed on my way.

Back with my friends, I had a shit eating grin that wouldn't stop. They knew.

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"No, I didn't cum. You are unworthy." maybe I didn't actually SAY it....

A guy from a town I used to live in hit me up on Manhunt. He never would follow through when we lived in the same town. Now, though, he was OTC (Out of Town Cock) and wanted mine.

Him: "I need to bottom dude."
Me: "But your profile says top."
Him: "I need to bottom dude. You've got a good cock."
Me: "It's not for the faint of heart, and I'm not gentle."
Him: "That's ok."
Me: "I'm in a nutt and bounce mood. No nonsense. I have dinner rez."

He told me he was at a downtown hotel. I'm glad I checked - he was actually out in the burbs, but to him it felt like it was downtown. OK, so the fact that the name of the hotel had the suburb name in it, and NOT the main city name didn't give him a clue? Whatever.

I told him that I'd be over in 20 minutes. He was still in the shower when I knocked on his door. He took his sweet time in answering the door.

His face did not match the profile. Nor did his body. His cock, though, was better than advertised. Impressive, hefty and with a LOT of foreskin. I was there to fuck, but at least I'd have something to hold on to. I hadn't shot in 3 days. I needed an ass. At least his should be tight....

He wanted to make out. I didn't. So we didn't.

"I told you. I'm here to fuck. Get me hard."

He got on his knees and sucked my cock. Badly. It's not that he was scraping my cock, he just lacked finesse. I got hard, though.

I instructed him to get on the bed.

"Don't you want to suck my cock?"
"Not especially. I'll play with it while I'm in your fuckhole."

He blushed at the word fuckhole. Really. Get over yourself. You've invited a stranger to your hotel room and instructed him that you want your ass fucked. Fuckhole isn't all that shocking.

What was shocking - how easily I penetrated him. His ring was tight, but once inside that initial measure of resistance, there was none.

By none - I mean an empty ziploc bag would likely give more resistance.

I've got a meaty cock. It's not huge, but it's certainly thicker than average and has decent length. The only spot on my cock getting any resistance was wherever the ring was. And then.....he breathed deep, hit the poppers, and even that was gone. So was his hardon. So the nice meaty cock I was playing with that was keeping me going.

I feigned interest for about 5 minutes before pulling out.

"Did you cum? I didn't feel it."
"Why not?"
"Not feelin it."

See? I was nice. I could have said, "No, I didn't cum. You are unworthy."

....but I'm actually a nice guy when not in predator mode. For the record, I do know the power of my penis.

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Details are important - like hotel room numbers

Sorry for the lack of entries. I've moved and now that I'm settled again I'll be a better blogger. I promise. :) 

It was Saturday morning. I had to pick up a co-worker at 9:30 to head to a work event. She would not be happy with me arriving late. I was up early and so was my cock. A cute guy in a hotel a mile away from me started chatting with me on Scruff. He mentioned that his ass needed to be abused. I told him that I was on a tight timeline, but I'd come by and cum.

He sent me a room number. I mistakenly thought that meant he was IN that room. Knock on the door:

Girl, opening door: "Yes?"
BDVG: "Um, wrong room."
Girl: "Yup."

As I walked away, I shot the guy a message. I was less than nice.

"There were women. WTF?"

I instructed him to come out into the hall and get me - his location was within 250 feet - the closest Scruff shows.  About a minute later, in the hall appeared a guy about 6" taller than the profile stated.  I went into the room....

There were three guys there. Two sitting on the couch, and my fucktoy-to-be butt naked, brushing his teeth. I couldn't figure out the scene. The two guys on the couch were not engaged in the scene about to play out in the adjoining room. Naked boy was just as cute as his profile, and had a tight little bod. I, dressed in a polo adorned with my corporate logo (always my first choice to wear on a booty call....NOT) began to disrobe. Naked boy started asking me all sorts of questions about my company. I was in no mood.

"Listen, I'm here to drain my balls. Time's wasting. Get on your fucking knees already."

He was stunned into silence. Stared at me.

"Did I fucking stutter? On your knees before I put you there."

I wasn't sure where the dominance was coming from, but he clearly liked it - his cock inflated in response as he dropped to his knees. He sucked my cock for about 30 seconds - quite well. My cock went immediately rigid.

Fucktoy got on the bed, and I asked, "Ready for the main show, eh?"  He looked at me quizzically.

"Grab the fucking lube. And you better not fucking scream."

True to his profile which listed his hole as tight, he was a fucking vice grip. His eyes popped open when I didn't take my time. He wanted his hole "abused" and I was on a timeline. His hole remained tight as I bottomed out and then pushed past that second ring. I'll give the fucker this: his ass was amazing.

I fucked him on his back for a little while, then pulled out as unceremoniously as I entered. I was able to throw him onto all fours (He's 5'8" and 130# - easy to manhandle) and pounded my way back in. He was moaning - not screaming - and begging for mercy. That only turned up the heat. I slapped his ass HARD and told him, "You're a fucking cumdump faggot. Take it."  Again, I'm not sure where the aggression was coming from, but as I did that, I noticed my leg got wet. Fucker shot all over my leg, hands free. I was clearly doing SOMETHING right.

I pulled out, pushed him down onto the floor and had him clean my leg. He looked disgusted - I said, "Get it off my fucking leg, onto my cock, and I'll shove it into your fuckhole. That's what you want, isn't it, faggot?"

He did as instructed, and I put him on his back at the edge of the bed. Time was beginning to I started to pound him without mercy. At one point the door cracked - I hope his friends enjoyed the show.

"Good faggot. Do you want my cum?"
"Please WHAT?"
"Please dump your seed in my fag hole."
"Please, I need your cum."
***slap*** and push past second ring
"Fuck! Please SIR."
"Good faggot. Hold on."

And with that, I stopped moving so he could feel each pulse of cum out of my cock. It was six or seven solid pulses and I felt the pressure of his now extremely full, tight hole.

"Breathe, fucker."

And with that, I pushed into his second ring once again. Yes, I want that assbaby to take.

I cleaned up while he commented ad nauseam about how awesome my cock is. How hot I am. (I'm not all that hot, I just know how to carry myself.) How he didn't expect me to be as hot/nasty as I am. Especially considering my employer.


And, as one would expect, I had messages on Scruff from both of his friends later in the day, and him. He's claimed me as his. Precious.

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