Good things come in compact packages

I'm realizing that I have a bit of a fascination, errrr, fetish for guys shorter than me. Significantly. I'm 5'10", so it's not like a lot of guys are significantly shorter than me. Last night, I got to play with a guy who - on a good day - might be 5'4". His online profiles state 5'6", but he's most definitely not. He stands on his tiptoes to kiss me.

I went over to his place after about a year's absence. He's compact and stocky - not fat at all - just a solid fire plug. He's got a GREAT furry chest that he keeps neat, but not overly manscaped. He stood on the afore mentioned tiptoes to make out with me, and I remembered that he's a biter. BUT - he's gotten some good skills in the last year and realized that my lack of biting back was a sign to stop. That's some good awareness!

He started pawing at my cock as I groped his beefy ass. This time was about me getting fucked, but I made mental note that next time I'd be burying my bone in him. As he groped my cock and heaved it out of my pants, he moaned as I played with his boxer-briefs covered hairy crack. There we stood, his dog watching us in the living room, both of our hefty cocks hanging out. I remembered him being large, and was not disappointed to find him fully hard as a steel rod, and just about the same size as mine. Maybe a smidge shy of my thickness.

We moved to the bedroom and began to disrobe. We made out and groaned until I went face down, ass up on the bed, at the edge, and placed his cock in the back of my throat. He started to fuck my face, gently, his heavy ballsac hitting my goatee as he sawed against my tonsils. I grabbed his ass to encourage him to go deeper, and he moaned in appreciation.

He came onto the bed and returned the favor, licking under my ballsac, but never quite making contact with my hole. His scruffy face scraped against my thighs, and that made me shudder - in pleasure. About 20 minutes in, I really needed him to fuck me. He really needed to fuck me too. He asked me which way I wanted to take it, and then announced that he wanted me to ride him.

Ample lube applied, and a healthy huff on poppers, and I'm guiding his thick cock into my hole. He was a perfect gentleman, letting me get used to his very ample girth. Once I landed with his pubes against my hairy ass, and started rocking back and forth, I noticed his eyes roll into the back of his head. I leaned down at the same time as he started playing with my hardwired nipples - making out with him. He felt fucking INCREDIBLE, and I needed this in every sense of the word need.

Going at it for a while, he asked me to lean back, and placed a pillow behind me. Without moving an inch of his thick prong out of my hole, he managed to get me on my back with him in a seated position. Somehow he went deeper this way, and I fucking went insane. A thick string of precum sprung out of my cock. He just smiled, more smirked, and sawed deeply into my hole. Before I knew it, he managed to get my ankles above his shoulders and began an all-out assault on my ass.

I was nowhere near shooting, and not really concerned about it. When he announced that he had to cum, pulled out, and shot all over me, I was not disappointed. My hole was thoroughly happy. I was covered in thick spooge.  He laid next to me to catch his breath, and his cock never deflated. About 10 mintues later, we were making out again, and I begged to be fucked more. He graciously obliged, and lifted my legs over his shoulders again. A deep huff of poppers and a smooth movement into the base of my hole, and I was in heaven. He even grabbed at my throat in a mock-choke, and that just about threw me over the edge. Begging him to pound me deeper, harder, my legs locked around him and I shot. He smiled broadly, and slowly pulled out. As he did, he said, "That was intense. I could feel your hole spasm."

We laid there catching up on the last year for each of us for about 15 minutes or so, and his cock still did not deflate. Asking me the dumbest question - if I minded if he came again - we started making out and I started playing with his hole while we made out. Less than 5 minutes later, another load of cum sprayed across both of our hairy bodies. His hole spasmed too, and I made note that next time I had to get in there.

Nearly 2 hours after arriving, I left. I woke up this morning happily drained, and knowing that I definitely want this fire plug to keep pluggin away at me in the future.

Good things do come in compact packages!

Gettin' my groove back

So, I was taken off the market for a period of time. That has come to an end - and as I explained to a friend recently, I'm getting my groove back. Sorry for the lack of posts - with any good fortune, the drought is over.

I took a trip a few weeks ago to unplug from reality and stayed at a gay resort. It's a funny ritual - single guys at places like this are either surrounded, or left completely to their own devices - iPhones - to connect. This time it was the latter. I got plenty of glances at the pool, said hello to guys, and it was as if I were speaking mandarin most of the time. Haha.

One guy hit me up on Scruff shortly after he checked in. He was traveling with his partner, who was "not into guys like {me}" but he was. About 30 minutes later, he comes out of their shared room to find me at the pool. We exchange pleasantries, and start lightly groping each other in the pool. His pierced cock felt thick and heavy. We were attracting attention there, and decided to move to the hot-tub.

Once there, we more blatantly played with each other's ample cocks....getting to full mast. I started feeling under his balls around his asshole, and felt him shudder in response. We started to attract a crowd here as well, and we both got out of the hot tub fully hard. He followed me back to my room.

Making out with this guy was fun - he's about 6'1" and in pretty decent shape. Naturally smooth, a nice contrast to my hairy bod, and very responsive. His nipples were hard wired, and as I ate his hole, he opened up nicely. I know we sucked each other, but I honestly don't remember much about it. What I do remember....

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the head of my cock lined up with his hole. As I held his ankles above my head and pushed in, he took a deep hit on poppers and opened up for me. His hole sucked my cock into him, and he groaned in appreciation. We didn't move much from that spot - it was almost familiar, quite hot, and a perfect vacation fuck. Sawing in and out of his hole at varying speed and intensity led me to the edge in about 5 minutes.

At that moment, I asked him what he wanted.....and he locked eyes, squeezed down on my cock, and announced he wanted my seed. He got a nice ass full of cum as I roared, and he clamped down on my cock. We had a pleasant kiss and brief cuddle afterward, then he went padding off back to his partner, and I headed to Happy Hour just a little happier.

His partner would never return eye contact the remaining day....ooops. Ha.

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6 loads into his ass, 3 loads out of his cock - 2.5 hours well spent.

I saw him on a Saturday night. He was in a group of people and I made eye contact with him. Like prey. In short order, I had allured him to the other side of the room to introduce himself. We chatted for a few minutes before he had to return to his regularly scheduled program. He was adorable - a little bit shorter than me, furry chest, some would call him a pretty boy - I call him a closet pig boy. You know the type - white collar by day, harness by night.

I slipped my card into his pocket as I left, but my friends found him on Scruff shortly thereafter. I may or may not have slipped him a cock shot. I may or may not have woke up to a message from him indicating his approval.

Fast forward some flirting text messages and a few hours, and I'm at his door. He answers in a white t-shirt and pair of hunter green sweatshorts. He looked really good - and as his dogs jumped on me, I saw a twinge of annoyance in his eyes - he wanted to get me in the door and naked. He looked hungry. I was too.

No sooner was the bedroom door shut (and dogs on the other side) than he pushed me up against the wall and swallowed my face. Clothes came off in a flash - his furry chest and playful expression getting me boned. He pushed me down onto the bed quickly and went down to the root of my cock. I loved the look in his eyes as he looked up - not looking for validation, more looking to make sure I knew that he knew he was excellent. No worries. I knew.

I pushed him onto his face, ass in the air. He has a total bubble ass - great muscle tone and a light dusting of fur. I dove into his ass with a gusto - it was clean, but not soapy. I'll find out later that he did all of this on purpose. It stands to reason - he is a little leather piglet. With a few hocks of spit onto his hole, I start teasing him with my now throbbing hard cock. He was pushing back onto it - and then rolled over and mounted me.

As he lowered himself onto my cock, he did this thing that I would come to really get off on watching - his eyes rolled into the back of his head, showing only the whites. His cock lurched, and he began fucking himself in earnest on my cock. In relative short order, I had him on his back, going in balls deep, while he stroked his ample cock. Just a few minutes in, he shot a THICK load all over his fur. Not missing a beat, I slicked my cock with his jizz and pumped load number one into him. His eyes went wide, and he did the RIGHT thing - said "Thank you."

We rolled over, and I was spooning him from behind. Not even getting soft, no less than 3 minutes later I was back inside him, spooning him, and in about 5 minutes I was dumping load number 2 in him. I've come to enjoy stopping moving as I cum, and allowing my partner to feel each throb, and each pulse of cum as it's injected into him.

We spent the next 20 minutes or so cuddled up, and while having him face down into the pillow, I pummeled him for 5 minutes or so until I dumped load number 3. Twenty minutes later, he climbed onboard at my invitation and we shot together - him getting load 4, me getting coated down with load 2. He kept nearly passing out every time he shot - and the eyes rolling into the back of his head as I penetrated his increasingly dummy hole kept getting me harder and harder.

About 40 more minutes later, I was mounting him from behind, feeding him poppers (which he was now huffing orally as opposed to nasally), and slamming into him - causing his head to hit the headboard. Moaning like a champ, he got load number 5. We both thought that it was over at this point, and went back to cuddling. The small talk was nice - comfortable. Still hard, and wanting to make sure I made up for a few sexless days, I grabbed his ankles and sawed in and out for a good long while this time - shooting what felt like a pretty decent size load, only to be rewarded a minute later with his 3rd load. He claims that he rarely shoots that much in quick succession. I believe him.

Too bad he and I don't live in the same town. Although, I'd probably lose my job because I'd never go too far from that hot ass of his.

....and later that night, about 6 hours later, I got a text message: "BTW - I'm still full from you. ;)"  Who says bromance is dead?

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Christmas eve quickie

So here I am in the heartland of America and realize that I haven't updated my blog in forever. Sorry about that guys. Lots of stuff to catch up on, and I'll do my best to get the highlights in.

This happened yesterday, so it's fresh.

I was cruising Adam's website looking to see if I could find a quickie in a small college town in the middle of the country. This place is desolate when school is out! With my luck, I find a guy who advertises himself as: 30 yo, 5'10" and 180# and a vers/bttm. He chats me up, sends me some non-descript photos, and then tells me that he's at work until 4p. It's now 10:30a dude. After showing him my cock, he suddenly invites me to "stop by my work."  I agree, and he tells me that it's actually a hotel.

As I walk in the lobby, he gives me a key to the room at the end of the hall. First thing I notice is that he's cute, but his photos are probably a little...stale. He comes in the room about 2 minutes later to find me sitting in the desk chair, jeans around my ankles, hard from reading  Bike Guy's blog post about his holiday party. The guy goes down on me and I'll give him this - he was an excellent cocksucker. Great tempo, nice and wet. I verbally assaulted him with the "cocksucker" and "faggot" talk which made his throat hum. He kept pawing at his pants though, so I invited him to remove his cock.

He had a reasonably nice cock - thick - but I had no desire to do anything to him other than plant a load. I hadn't cum in 5 days - I needed to release my DNA into someone. I had him stop sucking my cock and show me his ass.

I had purposefully stayed away from the bed, but he climbed onto it and presented a smooth ass to me. I spread his asscheeks apart and found that it was pristine - so I dove in and ate his hole. Moaning like Paula Deen at an all-u-can-eat buffet, I knew he was ready for a plow. Without ceremony, I hocked a wad of spit onto his hole and crammed my cock in there. It was a little too tight, and didn't feel quite right, so I stopped after a stroke or two and pulled out - stroked my cock for about a minute and then spread his hole open and shot my thick load in. Moments like these I wish I had a professional camera man - it was a perfect creampie. I pushed some in with the head of my cock, the rest in with my fingers.

He stroked himself for about 2 minutes and dribbled some cum.....then told me to get him a towel from the bathroom.

The maid must've been pissed.....cum on the sheets and everything.....

The question - do I post a review on TripAdvisor? :)

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Hittin the sides and workin the middle

As I mentioned, business travel brought me back to a city I once lived in. While prepping for my visit, I saw a former fuckbud online. I mentioned to him that I'd be in his town, and that reconnecting while I was there would be fun. He agreed, and we made plans to meet up the first night of my trip there.

The night before I got into town, I sent him a text message:

Me:"Furfest tomorrow night?"
Him: "I look forward to being with you tomorrow night. :)"

We'll call him Rick - he's a military reservist and a compact little furball. He's probably about 5'6" but lists himself as 5'8". Solid as a tank, he's also covered in brown fur. Rick has the standard issue military haircut too. He's about 40, and well kept.

When I lived in this town, Rick was my rough sex partner. His cock, while completely average in length and girth, has just the slightest curve to it that fits PERFECTLY in my hole. He makes me moan and squrim. Beg and plead. I've never topped him, even though he loves to have my face buried in his REALLY hairy hot ass.

When he got to my hotel, he stopped at the bar to pick us up drinks before heading up. Arriving at my room, 2 drinks in hand, I couldn't help but begin to paw at him. There is just something hypersexually attractive about him. When I saw him six months ago, I had the same reaction. Every time I see him.

Clothes started to fly in short order and we made out. He is one of the best make out artists I know - aggressive without being obnoxious, and knows how to hit each button as he moves around me. After about five minutes of making out, he rolled me over onto all 4s, and dove into my ass with gusto. I literally yelped - his scruff (he's clean shaven yet scruffy) felt so fucking good against my hole. As he alternated between his tongue and his knuckle (he does this intense knuckle massage of my hole to loosen me up) I was moaning into the pillow. I apologize to the occupant of Room 405 - I'm sure (s)he got more of an education than they wanted.

I finally squirmed free and began sucking his cock. The precum was plentiful - and I knew that he really wanted me to ride him. I wasn't ready yet - I chose to turn up the heat a little bit and begin eating his hole. He has an incredible bubble ass, covered in fur. Thanks, Uncle Sam, for making this man work his glutes. I owe ya one. His hole opened up for me just a little bit, and I decided to take advantage of the alcohol and test the water with a finger. He tightened up around my finger and his cock lurched. A steady string of precum developed as I massaged his prostate. I found the golden ticket.

He got aggressive with me, and threw me onto my back. He took the lube, threw poppers at me, and I knew I was in for it. As he greased his cock and my hairy ass, the look in his eyes was intense. He slowly entered me as I took a deep hit of the poppers. I'm grateful that he does not have a monster cock. Because with what he has, he always leaves me feeling well used.

As Rick bottomed out, he grabbed the harness (oh, did I forget to mention that? Yeah. I wore a harness for him) and pulled me in for a kiss. As soon as I melted into him, he punched me in the pecs. Not hard, but enough to remind me that I was there to be his fuck toy.

The thing about Rick is that he has amazing stamina. He can fuck for hours. He gets just a little sweaty, but not dripping all over me.

"Please, SIR, please fuck me...."
"Yeah.....**pant**....you like that?"
"SIR, I need it....."
"Tell me what you need....."
**begins pounding like a jackrabbit**
"I.....fuck......FUCK......need.....your.....HOLY FUCK......cock!"

He pulled balls deep into me and then rolled me on top of him, and I was now riding his cock. Taking his well deserved break from doing the hard work, I ground myself onto his cock like it was a life-preserver on the Titanic. He held onto the harness and basically lifted me at his own tempo after a few minutes of me driving the show. When he was ready, he pulled me down onto him, making his cock escape. He pushed me face first into the pillow, handed me the poppers, and I knew I was in for it.

For at least ten minutes (no joke), he held the harness, and assaulted my ass. We were nearing 30 minutes of him being inside of me, with no sign of slowing down. I had already cum three times without shooting (happens frequently with poppers when I bottom), and my cock was aching.

I developed a plan. I pled, "Please SIR, please let me see your face...." which worked like a charm. He rolled me over and began sawing away at my hole. I grabbed his ass, as if I were pulling him deeper into me. With just a little bit of lube on my finger, I found his hole and pushed in. His eyes popped, and he stopped dead in his tracks. I felt his cock pulse, but he wasn't making the usual sounds of cumming.

"Ugghghghgghghg."

I slowly began pushing him out of my hole. THIS was my big opportunity. He allowed me to roll him onto his back, and I continued to massage his prostate. With his eyes closed, his cock drooling precum, and my cock raging hard, I grabbed the lube, and got my cock ready for primetime.

As I slowly removed my finger, Rick's eyes opened, just in time to see the head of my cock push into his VERY tight hole.  We've established I'm a girthy boy. I know this. But his hole was REALLY tight. The look in his eyes was somewhat pained. I stopped.

"More lube?"
"I don't bottom."
"You are tonight. Ill be kind."
"Yes, more lube."

What was a hard, deep, aggressive fuck.....turned really intimate and passionate. I entered him slowly - VERY slowly, as I made out with him. His cock was drooling all over both of us as I made contact with his prostate. He moaned deeply into my lungs as I FINALLY bottomed out. Very small movement made his entire body move under me. Five minutes into a very slow, deep fuck, he began to moan LOUDLY. I stopped in place. He looked at me like I was a raging asshole.

"Oh no.....you're not wearing it. I am."

I slowly removed myself from him - and laid onto the bed. He got between my legs and began sawing at my hole again for less than a minute. Just as I was riding the wave of an intense orgasm building, he pulled out and shot. That pushed me over the edge in short order and I blasted as well.

We were both sweaty at this point, so we jumped in the shower, and in a very familiar space we washed each other off. Getting back into bed, as he had promised a long overdue cuddle night, we caught up on life for a little while and drifted off to sleep.

The morning came all too quickly, and I'm pretty sure it was me that woke up first. I ground my cock up against him, and he pushed back. That was all I needed. No sooner did he push back a second time than I pushed into him. It was another relatively slow and intimate fuck....he clearly couldn't handle a pounding. I, on the other hand, got my ass pounded until it was filled with his frothy morning load.

Welcome back, indeed.



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Ginger Bear comes to try my porridge

...these are all out of sequence. Sorry.

A few nights back, I was hungry. I had already eaten dinner - it wasn't that kind of hunger. I was hungry to have my hole shred. It had been nearly two weeks since I got pounded on my trip (more on that later) and I wanted to get fucked.

Guys online were the usual assortment of dodgy and sketchy. It wasn't getting any better, until I got an email that read:

"Hey man....gl masc wm here. 30, 6' 215# 7cut, Top guy here. Hit me back if interested."

It had this photograph attached:

A little stockier than I normally go for, but I was VERY much diggin the fur.  After a few back and forth emails working out logistics, and my agreeing to play safe with him, he was on his way over. He and I agreed to 9:30, and at 9:05 I got this text:

"Hey man...I'm on my way....5 minutes or so."

Thankfully, I had just gotten out of the shower. He parked by the time I got downstairs to let him in. What I didn't appreciate from the face picture or the above was just how ginger he is. He and I made awkward conversation as we waited for the elevator and made the walk back to my place. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy. In fact, I'm pretty sure he is.

Once back in my place, we started making out. It was OK, and I knew necessary for what he wanted. As I got him naked, I felt the mat of ginger fur. Now here's the thing - I'm not a ginger enthusiast by fetish. BUT, I have noticed that ginger fur has a different texture to it. Coarser. It's fucking HOT. And he had a LOT of it. Once I got him naked, his cock was ROCK hard. It was simply average - not in a pejorative sense of the word. It was a nice, well shaped, average size cock. It might appear a little bigger if he lost about 10# but he carried his weight well. He looked good.

He was super happy to suck on my cock quite a bit, and didn't seem too interested in me sucking on his. He produced precum all over the place, which I kept tasting. About 10 minutes of him sucking my cock (and me occasionally getting to work on his) I was ready to get fucked. I reached for the lube, and he grabbed the condom (can't blame a guy for trying to get it bare - it just fucking feels better) and we got down to biz.

I was laying on my back and he came pushing toward me with gusto that scared the shit out of me. Without a condom, I'm fine with some aggression. With a condom, that rub feels like shit and I don't need my ass torn apart. I slowed him down, verified ample lube, and guided him in. I was able to control his entrance with my ass - which he seemed to like quite a bit by the sounds of his moans. In short order, I had him balls deep. Oh, and he had a nice set of low hangers that never seems to go fully up. HOT.

Once I had him fully inside me, I took a deep hit of poppers. He knew what to do. He slowly began to saw at my ass, recognizing instinctively each time I would open up a bit more. He moved his grip from my thighs to my ankles and pulled me open more and more. Pretty soon, he had me moaning and coming in and out of focus. For someone with a completely average cock, he knew EXACTLY how to use it.

We never really changed position, other than him momentarily standing on the floor int he same position. Its a shame, because I really should have ridden him. He kept going and going too - probably a good 20-25 minutes of ass pounding. I had cum a few times without shooting thanks to the cockring I was wearing. He finally, sweat pouring off of him (again, HOT!!!) announced that he had to cum. He ripped the condom off his cock and with three strokes began to grunt - low primal masculine grunt - and shoot ribbon after ribbon of cum. At least 8 shots (no lie) and all pretty damn thick. Well, that was all I needed....I shot all over the place too. He licked some up. NICE touch.

I let him shower - he didn't make moves to have me join him which was fine.

20 minutes after he left a text message:

"Thanks again bud, text me anytime."

He lives 2 miles from me. I think it might work. This Ginger Bear can push out my porridge anytime he wants.


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Surprise! I want your cock AGAIN.

So after fucking him senseless before lunch, and him commenting during lunch that he got what he asked for – that his hole was tender – I was surprised when he hesitated to get out of my car when I brought him home.

He was talking about nonsense like it was important. Like I cared. Finally, I asked him, “Are you looking for me to come inside?” His response, as he sulked out of the car, “I guess that’s up to you.”

I rolled my eyes – it was some of the same mindgame nonsense that happened when we dated. IMHO, he’s an insanely hot guy, and actually smarter than his academic record would dictate. I chalk it up to his general arrogance – which with his cock is reasonably well deserved.

With a hard on, I followed him into the house, and pushed him down to his knees. I got some great shots of him sucking my cock, but out of deference to how easily identifiable he is in the shots I’m not posting them. The same dirty talk happened again. Calling him a useless faggot cocksucker really felt good in the moment. (Ironically, as I drove back to civilization, I felt pangs of guilt for it, since I don’t actually feel that way about him. See? I have feelings! I’m a real boy!)

Having him bent over the stool wasn’t part of my plan this time. I stood him up and had him lean against his kitchen bar. With more finesse than I bothered with for the last fuck, I entered his hole. I wanted him to feel every inch.  He moaned like a whore in heat and pushed back against me. I could tell his hole was legitimately tender by the way he physically winced, and once again, I started getting off on causing discomfort. I wanted him to know that I was there after I left.

We moved around the living room, him taking deep hits of poppers everytime we moved positions. It was all I could do to keep up with him this time. His popper fueled hunger for my cock was only eclipsed by his pleading for my cum.

“Please sir, please fill my faggot hole with your cum.”

“I need you to cum in me.”

“Yeah, use that cum hole. Breed me.”

Being the mindfucker I am in my own right, I decided that he wasn’t getting my load. I was in no danger of this being the last fuck of my day, had gotten off just an hour and a half earlier, and had pretty rocking sex that I still need to write up 36 hours earlier. Translation: he needed my cum far more than I needed to let it go.

“Guess what faggot, you’ve gotten a load already. No more.”

“What?!”

“If you want to cum, you better do it. I’m not giving you more cum.”

“Please SIR!”

“No faggot. You heard me.”

“But….”

“Don’t fucking whine. It’s unattractive.”

“But…..”

“Cum or not, your call.”

Secretly, I wanted him to cum. His cumshots are a huge turn on, and I really did want the satisfaction of finishing him off. With him on his back, I spread his legs like a wishbone on the couch and began railing him with all I had. Pretty soon, unintelligible mutterings were spilling out of his mouth, and we were both sprayed down with his cum.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as I continued to pound his ass. Knowing that he was super sensitive and that this actually killed the joy of him having cum was a little bit of a greedy move on my part – but that’s what happens when you fuck an ex.

We took a fairly simple but intimate shower. I left his place without much fanfare.

About an hour later, I shot him a photograph of him sucking my cock…..and paid him a compliment:

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