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Tuesday, June 27, 2017

CLAW 2017 #2

As it has happened, each year for the last three at CLAW, one certain guy always hits me up. Oddly, I never see him out and about during the weekend event. And oddly, he always hits me up on the last morning of CLAW via Recon. I seem to be his parting gift, the possible last person to get his load of the weekend.

Each time is in his hotel room. Each time he answers in varying stages of dressed in leather. Each time he has mirrored aviator sunglasses on. He still had that fumanchu moustache that really seemed to work for him. Each time, his 6.5”, super thick cock, is erect and ready. I have to do no priming. I just have to get to my knees.

Yes, it was yet another blowjob. Don’t get me wrong, I love giving head and I know I’m good at my job. Great at it, even. I have zero idea if this guy is into fucking, but it seems he isn’t into fucking me at the very least. Or maybe he’s like the last guy and just thinks I give the best head ever. Yeahhhhh…..that’s it.

Yet there I was, knocking on his hotel door Sunday morning, soon to be on my knees servicing his fat fucking cock. He said all the right things. He called me all the right names. I felt his hands on my head. I “let him” fuck my face. I submitted the way I was supposed to. Like the previous two years, we started standing, went to him laying back on this bed, me between his spread legs and ending with him standing…again. We have a pattern………………………apparently.

There is nothing out of the ordinary regarding this blowjob. It was standard, by the books in terms of style. #Of course I got him close. Of course, I got him off. I was a “good faggot”. I got every single drop of his load. I swallow it too. I squeezed it after withdrawing it from my mouth to see if I could get another drop – and so that he could see me do it.

Don’t quote me on this, but I bet I see him in about 10 months.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

CLAW 2017 #1

I’m late in getting to what few CLAW stories I have – as I’m about two months behind by now, just in these tales. I am way far behind in others. I actually have a list of the better encounters, and I’m chipping away at them, as you can see.

Like the last few years, I’ve done some work at / with CLAW. Deep down it’s on the hope that I can ‘play’ more. In reality, I end up working most of the entire time and as each year passes, I play less and less. I’d say that’s a shame for me, but those poor guys who don’t have the chance to tap this…..well, that’s just sad for them. {readers to mentally insert smiley face here}

Unlike prior years, I tried to set-up more experiences ahead of time. That turned out to be a colossal waste of energy. Guys either cancelled their entire trip, completely ignored me after arriving, begged off if they did respond – or my favorite: a few (not just one!) who had me call them “Sir” for the entire time up to the start of CLAW now all were “in a bottoming mood”. Seriously!

The reality was – everyone was holding out for something else, or something better, that may or may not have come along. Clearly I wasn’t at the top of their checklist. It was a little humbling and a little humiliating.

That said – I had some opportunities.

This first guy – no name – sent me his image via Scruff well before CLAW. Clearly he was searching by ‘Cleveland’ and came across me………..ummmm….so to speak. He struck up a convo and we were off to the races. He was a top. His pic had him in a leather cap. Handsome enough. Manly enough. Very self- assured. Regardless of what I brought up, he always brought it around to blowjobs.

Don’t get me wrong – I’m a HUGE fan of oral sex, as you’ve seen and read. But with CLAW, I dunno, it seems like a place to get fucked. Not just to get fucked………but to get bred. I know that kind of event caters to a lot of different scenes, but for me, a leatherman pumping my cunt is right at the top of the list. Call me old-fashioned.

Sir got blowjobs from others, he said. Even from his boyfriend, he said. But he claims he’s never had a great blowjob. Ok. Now I’m being challenged. I’m basically a sub who is being ‘talked into’ sucking this man’s cock. We mad plans. And technically, it is the only pre-made plan that followed through, though he kind of jacked me around on Day 1. Day 2 we had it goin’ on.

A few messages and I was heading up to his door. Knocking. Knowing he was checking me out through the peephole before actually opening it. I step in and he is dressed in only a yellow jockstrap. Not an ounce of leather on him that I can tell. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care, but it was a leather event and it’s kind of a turn-on for me. But it wasn’t a fucking fashion show.

On my own I went to my knees. Normally there’d be a lot of gnawing through the strap, and I did a little, but not a lot. Not this time. He was the one to pull it off. My lips wrapped around the head of his cock and nice and steadily, I worked my way down to his base. The reaction was immediate – verbal, visceral, physical. His body jolted like maybe he never had a good blowjob before. It’s almost like he’d never had one………ever. I was liking this.

We moved from the entry over to the chair. He sat down and spread his legs. He may have even put one foot up on the ottoman, still with enough access for one on-call cocksucker. And there I was, at his service.

At that angle, it was more fun to use my tongue. It danced on the underside of his shaft – with his cock outside my mouth, and then in. To all the cocksuckers reading this – and all the feeders – accept nothing less than some alternate tongue work, It’s not all about the lips and throat. Of course, I used those too….much to his delight.

After sitting, he was lifting his ass up a little to match my downward impalement as he drove upwards. This lasted for a while until he realized a hand on the back of my head could produce a similar face fucking

Moans, cursing and the compliments all came out of his mouth, while he was filling mine. He expounded that he’s never had such a good mouth before – that his boyfriend was horrible at giving head. Either he really meant all of it, or he should win a fucking Oscar.

One of the things me mentioned was that it was a five day load. He had told me that earlier, but he wanted to send the message home. He had even fucked his boyfriend that morning but didn’t cum knowing he’d be feeding me. Even more surprising that this was day 2 of the even and it was his first ejaculation.

Once or twice I pulled off. He was so verbose, I couldn’t quite tell if that was just his style of if he was getting close. I wanted this to last somewhat of a good time, so I was cautious at my edging. But he was a new guy. I didn’t know his signals. I had gotten him too close and there was no going back.

Realizing where he was in his launch sequence, he grabbed my head and held me down for dear life. I would have thought by our conversations there was no question that I would be swallowing. Of course, he could have just been exerting his dominance or just holding on for dear life during a toe-curling orgasm.

Like a pro, he firmly - actually much more than firmly - grabbed my throat with his hand. It stayed in place until I had ingested every single drop of his semen.

After I gulped down his spunk, and milked and licked up any remaining bits, I sat back on my heels and watched him recover a bit. He was very complimentary and grateful for my services. He did ask me how his load was – and I replied that it tasted great, which it did. He also questioned if it was big enough…..you know….because I didn’t gag on the amount. I had to laugh. The poor guy had a need to know he had a big load. I assured him he did not lie on the size, and it’s just that I have a lot of experience. And I mean, a LOT.

He was fun. I would have liked it more if he fucked me, but this wasn’t about me. It was about a need he had to fulfill. Weeks later, in brief texts, he said he and his bf broke-up. I told him it was probably because I ruined him for other guys. He laughed, but didn’t deny it. So I’m going with that.

Sunday, June 11, 2017


He was hands-down one of the hottest men I’ve been with. Ever.

I mostly mean physically, but he’s got it down in other areas too. #His profile only had a shot of a partial chest and a white gym towel around his nether region. But it was a nice body. And he was 34 and hitting me up…….so why not flirt a bit?

So I didn’t know what he looked like exactly when I invited him over. That has never been a prerequisite. But he was responsive on Scruff and engaged. And he wanted someone to get him off. That pretty much fills the prerequisites, does it not?

He parked on the street and walked up the drive. It is then I spied with my little eye a striking man as he strode towards the door. 6’3”, 200 pounds. His brown hair was buzzed down to the skin on either side of his head, and in the back. What he left on top was full and thick, but maintained. Not quite a high top, but not quite hipster either. The man was solid from head to toe.

An earlier text to me read, “my little flaccid cock is gonna grow so big in your fucking mouth”. That turned me on! Talk like that is way better than someone quoting Byron or Yates. It turns out he’d have a solid and actual 8” hanging between his legs. And when I helped him drop his jeans, he wasn’t so little or flaccid.

This guy was all man.

As I am apt to do when I worship cock, as opposed to just sucking cock, I was deliberate in how I unhooked his pants. How I slowly took down a zipper, all the while watching his face, as I looked up at him from my clearly subservient position. How I pull them down slightly, but not all the way to start. It build up anticipation on both sides. You see the exposed cotton of their briefs or boxers, should they be wearing any. And he was.

I looked up at him before leaning in. It wasn’t for permission as it was more about intent. I nuzzled his covered slab with my face. I let him feel my face with his crotch. Even through the fabric, we could both feel each other’s heat from each other. It was then it was just no longer my face, but isolated to my lips and mouth. It’s about tracing his growing member with my mouth. Gently gnawing on the cotton mound. ….and then maybe a little less gently, figuring out what this man’s threshold might be.

As it turns out, he’s good with aggressive gnawing. He seemed like he’d be good with aggressive anything.

I expected his verbal skills to be good, and he did not disappoint. He had the right amount of erotic, filthy and degradation that I desire. And all without prompting. He was a good one to call me a “faggot” and a “cocksucker”. It boned me up in my suit pants.

Yes, I had just gotten home from the office….still in a tie and all, though the suit jacket had been removed. Nothing else had. Or would. His interest wasn’t really in my body or my could-be exposed dick. I wanted it to be about his cock……….and I think he did too. Mind you, I did end up pulling down my trousers as he wanted to see my ass, but it was never about my dick.

The cock was just perfection. I was secretly hoping this guy had some kind of flaw, and I’m sure he does, but during this encounter, I found none.

At some point, of course, I lowered his brief and took him into my mouth. There was an audible sigh / moan at the point of mouth to dick contact. He seemed to enjoy the feeling. I was enjoying the filling. I have to believe this is a man who could get a blowjob anytime he wanted, and yet he still seemed to truly appreciate the feeling of a mouth on his cock.

Seamlessly, we immediately worked as a team. I’d impale myself on his shaft as much as he‘d slam it into my mouth and throat. Sometimes his hands would grasp the side of my face or back of my head, sometimes he let me do all the work.

He had a dirty mouth too……calling me a cocksucker and meaning it. The talk wasn’t just talk. Perhaps it was sense of self-loathing he was projecting. Perhaps he just made himself feel better by demeaning the cocksucker giving him pleasure. What he didn’t really know was how hard his words were making me. Some guys I want to know it’s turning me on. Some guys I don’t – so it feeds them to do it more. He was one of those.

Grabbing onto his legs for support, those thighs were fucking tree trunks. Solid. Large. Unmovable, that is, if I even wanted him to deviate from his position. I didn’t.

He was insistent, but not in a hurry. Forceful but not abusive. Demeaning, but oh so nice to look at. #I could feel his cock bounce in my mouth, during those times when I just let him hold it in there – where he wasn’t fucking my face or I wasn’t bobbing on the shaft. I got him close a few times, but either he would back off, or I would. I know I didn’t want it to end too quickly, and I’d like to think he did not as well.

Still, all good things must cum to an end. When he did it was in volleys. Lob after lob of hot sperm. It filled my mouth, but didn’t choke me. I’m not a novice. I held as much as I could, savoring the thickness and the taste. Sure, some jizz slid down my throat, as I had to make more room for what he was providing.

I wasn’t, and you won’t be, surprised that it wasn’t bitter, but good tasting cum. There wasn’t a bad thing about this guy.

Before I swallowed, I showed him the vast amount of his seed taking up temporary residence in my mouth. He snickered. I swallowed.

Of course I probably fantasized some kind of connection, he seemed to be into it…..into me. He even mentioned ‘next time’ bending me over the desk and fucking me. I should have insisted on it right then and there, had I known he’d just ghost me and never be seen on-line again.

Friday, June 02, 2017

Tapped Out

He had blown me off before…….and not in a good way.

There he was, all of 400 ft away from me and we couldn’t make it work. Sure, connectivity there sucked, but in reality he said after his appointment we’d find time and then messaged me two hours and 11 miles later.

Now here it was weeks later, I’m having coffee in a Starbucks and he’s a mile away asking me to come over. And that I would be a third. Both guys were black. I was to be the cream center…………so to speak. I only had stats on the one: 6’2”, 210, football build, 8”. And very dark skinned, which I like. The other guy I had no clue. I was horny and said I’d be there in 5 minutes. He gave me the code to buzz him when I got to the door.

In a few minutes, he was opening the door for me. He looked as good as his pic, but he was slow to move and something about his mannerisms suggested drug use, which never is usually a positive when hooking up. I get that they think it is a good thing, but I find performance suffers greatly. In an impaired state, of course, they never think that to be true.

I followed back to his bedroom. The other guy was less than optimal. Older (not that I mind that). Normal body with a full belly – which I felt like it should have been tapped to drain fluid off of. He barely noticed I was there. He was fooling with one of his three (!!) phones. Again, it went to my high theory, and now added onto it, ‘dealer’.

The host and I paired off for quite a while. He lay back in bed, I was on my knees at the side, sucking his 7.5 thick inches. His eyes were closed. I could have been anyone. In his mind I was probably someone else. That’s fine. We weren’t looking to date.

The cock was dark as night. It shined up really nicely as my mouth came off of it, leaving it covered in my own spit and glistening in the daylight. I love that look…….it’s hot to me.

This went on for a while. I couldn’t tell if he was into me or not. If he liked the scene, or not. The other guy was a distraction, as he wasn’t participating and for me, I wasn’t even sure whose apartment I was in. I assumed the guy who messaged me, whom I was sucking, but I wasn’t truly sure.

He tugged at my shirt and silently encouraged me to disrobe. I did. Pants hit the floor and he pulled me into the bed with him, while guy #2 sat on the side of the bed…..with his phones. He had me work on his tits with my mouth while he played with my cock……then my balls……then my ass. He got no resistance, so he kept going.

As he ran his fingers from my taint to brushing over my hole...then into my hole….he went in for the kiss. I suppose it makes guys feel better about showing tenderness when really just wanting access to a private place. Kissing is nice, but not essential for these kind of hook-ups. There are no expectations except sex and getting out. That said, I love a full-lipped black man. The softness that usually comes with those lips can be highly erotic if they know how to kiss. This guy had the lips, but not the skill. I think he’d be teachable, but this was not that moment.

He leaned over and picked up a bottle of lube from the floor. As he applied it to his 7.5 inch cock, he adeptly moved between my legs. I spread them for him. It was well past playing hard to get at this point.

His cock punched in. I was prepared for the initial push so it wasn’t so bad. It might have helped that this wasn’t my first time. (that’s a joke, people!) Like his being the recipient of a blowjob he took the laid back approach to fucking. It was nice, but not intense. Everything was a little faster than slow- motion. Honestly, I didn’t agree to a three-way thinking it would be a Sunday afternoon drive mentality.

At this point, the third guy kind of showed up, even though he never left. He got behind the guy fucking me and tried to fuck him. Even I knew the guy in me wasn’t going to allow that. While he didn’t say ‘no’, he pulled out of me and gestured toward me to the other guy. He got between my legs and took a go.

I’d say ‘we’ve all been there…’ but maybe we haven’t. That place where you want to finish what you started but not with the guy who is currently with you. You ride it out (so to speak) so you can get back to the one you want. I have been there.

For a potentially lesser guy – one might feel cheap, used and degraded by this set-up. I am not a lesser man. There is a type of cost-benefit analysis going on in my head on what the ROI might be on letting some semi-silent guy fuck my ass while his semi-friend watches. I was hardly surprised with after two dozen pumps he unloaded. Going by his groan and time to pull out – it was nothing outstanding. I felt nothing. Literally and figuratively.

I was feeling a little “unsure” (we’ve all been there too….no?) so I asked to use the bathroom to just check and touch-up if needed. Nothing was needed, so it was just a feeling I was wrong on. The first guy was waiting outside the door and we just drifted into the kitchen. No third guy. Just us. There he kissed again. Better, but not great. He seemed taller than 6’2”, as that is my height and I had to lean up ever so slightly to make lip contact.

His cock was hard. He had the lube with him. He was prepared. I was ready. There in the kitchen, with him leaning against the counter, I turned around and bent over slightly. He got behind me, positioned himself nicely and pushed in.

The previous seemingly lackluster fucking was gone. He was in his groove. It turns out the man truly knew how to throw a fuck. One hand on my hip, one on my shoulder, he leveraged himself (and me) for a rugged, manly fuck. Determined. Focused. I leaned over more to brace myself against the opposite counter. This gave him better ability to fuck harder. He did to a degree, but I’ve had rougher.

Soon enough he was doing what most don’t: full in and out strokes. I mean, fully out. Then push completely back in. And he did it repeatedly. That is great in porn, but most guys never fully leave the confines of a colon.

I’d say it was unfortunate, but it wasn’t: his timing was off. On an outstroke, he started cumming. I felt a hot jet hit a cheek, but like a pro, he pushed in for the rest. That was kind of porn-like and kind of hot. He pumped the remaining ball juice he had up my ass.

He slid out. We composed ourselves. We made our way back into the bedroom to retrieve my clothes. The other guy was there, uninterested in anything we just did and had to have overheard. I nodded to whom I assume was my host and walked out alone....his load firmly up my ass.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Ice Ice Baby

Vanilla Ice Jr.

That’s the best way to describe him. Ultra white who thinks he’s a man of the streets, when he really just grew up in white suburbia. Probably digs rap, but none of their messages truly identify with his reality.

That said, none of that truly showed on his profile…..other than the small silver ball piercing that resided between his lower lip and chin………whatever area of the face that is called. I was more distracted by the dick pic he sent. Nice proportions. Nice head. Better than average in looks and size.

He was between 800-1200 feet away, whenever he messaged me, or whenever I looked. We started messaging-lite. You know, those nothing texts where each isn’t sure of the other, so no one dares ask something like ‘do you want to fuck?’ kind of thing. I’m guilty of it. I’m never sure if it is because I don’t want to set myself up for disappointment or if I’m truly ambivalent about a hook up. Or worse: one finds out they’re both bottoms.

So, he was visiting his mother who was just diagnosed with cancer….and he’s been with her for days on end. Yet here he was……….on “social media” trying to find a hook-up. And poof! There I was…..with two down pointing arrows on either side of my profile name.

There was negotiating on timing, but one evening, I was working late in my office. He was 700 ft away…….and within a few minutes, I was meeting him downstairs.

I saw him coming. Lord.

5’7”, tops. While he said he was 33, he looked way younger. The baseball cap, askew atop his head and tilted made me wonder where his skateboard and teen posse might be. The ear spike wasn’t helping matters. Later I’d find a pierced naval. There I was in dress shirt and tie. He didn’t look like he belonged in my office……..and he didn’t……..in so many ways.

Soon I was swiping us through security and into my mostly abandoned floor. Mostly. There were work stragglers in their offices too….with their doors close. Maybe they were doing the same thing as I. But doubtful.

With my door shut (and locked), I wasted no time. I’d already been at the office for 12 hours, but I wanted cock. It was a toss-up if I wanted to be home more than I wanted the dick at this point. Since he was in front of me, I opted for dick.

He dropped his jeans. Beneath were silky boxer shorts that seemed useless. I could tell even through the shiny black material that his cock pick undersold him. He wasn’t nearly fully hard and yet, you could see everything. I can’t imagine how much different commando would be.

I grabbed it through the material. I felt it. I squeezed it. It grew. And grew. I didn’t even bother gnawing on it through the material. Time was critical, but I wanted the flesh tube, not the boxers. Instead of getting on my knees I sat in a chair and pulled him into me. The head was exquisite. Fat, firm and still spongy. A perfect combo. The shaft was thick and thickening. Solid and firm. Easily 8 inches.

He pushed me off of it a few times. He was not as sensitive as much as he had not gotten off for a few days and it would be too easy to pull the trigger…….so to speak. We chatted while he cooled down a bit. As I am apt to do, I ask about first times. Right or wrong, they get me going. He was 12. The other was the father of a friend. He as a 12 year old blew the dad……..repeatedly over a few month time span. Right or wrong, I love that shit. I went back to sucking, but again, he got too close. I asked if he was too wound up to fuck. He told me no....he was down to fuck.

With no lube, other than my trusty spit, I slathered up his sex tube and then bent over the desk.

Regardless of what I thought of him, the man knew how to fuck......well once he got in.

I held the shaft and guided him in. He could have found the hole well enough, I think, but why leave it to chance. Since he was so much shorter than I, finding the right was imperative.

I love that moment when a big cock is pushing in.....slowly.....surely. The ass involuntarily - to a degree - rebels against having an invader. But then that magical moment when it gives way....voluntarily.....and the cock sinks all the way in like a welcome friend.

It's not just the recipient who feels that give way......I know from experience on the other side that the fucker feels it too. What he decides to do with that information tends to make them a good top.....or not.

Vanilla Ice Jr, for his quasi street wannabe cred like I said, he knows how to fuck.

And I know guys love big cock.....but thicker is so much better.  He had both length and girth. BONUS!

All I can say is that it felt incredible up my ass. I fucking loved it.

The movements were fluid, the spit held its viscosity. The more he moved the better it felt...for both of us I suspect. To be honest, I didn't ask him, nor did he ask me. I suspect we were lost in our own pleasures. We were dependent on each other for that, but not engaged enough to care.

Considering how close he had been during oral sex, I imagined he'd be a fast fuck. He was not. It was a good 15 minute pounding.

And when he came.....Lord, when he came........he CAME. I felt every pulse and twitch of that dick. However many days it truly was, was impressive. He kept flooding me......I kept feeling those spasms. It. Was. Awesome.

There's always the bad part:  the withdraw.  My ass just felt empty.

As he stood there....cock glistening...I went to my knees and took care of that too.  I took him in my mouth and went to the root, sure to clean him up with no trace other than his memory that he pumped his cock and load up an ass of some guy he just met on-line.

I don't wish his mother ill, but maybe he'll be around for a bit for another go 'round.  I'm not looking to know him or date him......but I will bend over for him.

Word to his mother.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Take the Initiative

He never initiates.

Mind you, he's always courteous and responsive when I send an email. And he's very timely. But I don't think it would ever occur to him to send the initial message.

I'm speaking of the Nerd.

We lost touch for a bit. The email I had for him kept kicking back as undeliverable. But I found another way - got an updated address, and we have occasionally have found some time that works for us both.  ......and he's always receptive of coming by.

Part of me thinks he thinks he isn't worthy..........then he totally is.  I mean, you remember his member, right?

And he's totally cute in that nerdy kind of way.  But eye contact is a rare thing. Conversation can be a little stilted, but truth be told, I'm not looking to exchange thoughts on world or local views.

He was over recently, shy and reserved as usual. We chit-chatted a bit before he reached out to touch my crotch. Usually, I greet him fully clothed and we take it from there. This time, I was in the midst of changing from work when he showed......so I was in my boxer briefs and t-shirt.

Now, he does reach for my cock. And he will hold it, but he's never stroked it and certainly never sucked it. I'd say I think he's totally gay, but maybe he is bi or something. Or just a total top  - shy and non-aggressive as he might be.

I will say, he usually reaches for my dick, but only on the way to elsewhere.

The many likes feeling my legs, my taint and my hole. And I like him touching them.

Often there is our version of foreplay. Some talk, though not as dirty as I'd prefer, but I try to not shock him with filth. I don't know he would be offended or could keep up - I just assume he would and can't. But I've been wrong before.

I wasn't fully prepared for anything other than oral.  I wanted to be.  Fuck, I wanted to be. But I wasn't. I think when we are all in the heat of the moment, we've taken that risk (if we give it any thought at all), but this was not that day.

Still, his working of my nipples had me thinking differently. And unexpectedly he leaned down and took the left one in his mouth.  This was new.  18 months into playing on and off and we hit something new. The joke was, he is no novice to this.  He was an expert at it. I think he was trying to get me to just bend over,  no questions asked. The sensation made question it all.

Had he just been assertive and bent me over, I'd have gone with it.  But he didn't.

As he had done in the past, he brought up the possibility of watching someone fuck me or me sucking someone else. As it turns out, I might have someone in mind who'd be into it.  This excited him to a point I had never seen.

Reserved as he is, he did a second thing we've never done. He kissed me.  Wild. Passionate. Not shy or hesitant the way you might expect.  It went on for a few minutes.

I had his cock in my hand and noticed he had discharged something more than precum but less than cum.  I licked the stringy contents from my fingers and he went for the kiss again, with his semi-jizz still on my tongue - not ingested..........yet.  Another surprise.

He was so excited, and I know him well enough, that I had to go to my knees. He was too on his way to getting off that fucking would be out of the question - or only be partially inserted until he shot. So a blowjob was the way to go.

It did not take me long to have him on edge.  I miscalculated the edging process. The confidence I had to take him to, but not over, the brink was flawed. I would have buried his cock deeper into my throat had I known he was there. As it was, the head and 1-2" was in my mouth.

That mouth started filling with cum.  He was gripping the bottom of his shirt, partially to keep a good view of what was going on down there and partially for something to hold onto during orgasm.

The man trembled during and after quite a bit. I must have stayed on it for a good two minutes after capturing his entire load and all the stray remnants.

He claimed to have jacked off the day before, wanting to give it to me, but that he had not seen me.

There it is with the initiation part. Had he just sent a message, I'd have known he was interested and had a week's worth of scum in his nuts. But for only having a 24 hour load, it was nicely sized.

Next time though - no matter what - I think he needs to fuck me with that big cock.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Visitor in Need

He was visiting. He was close. Less than 700 feet if Grindr’s GPS was remotely accurate. A few messages back and forth confirmed this to be true. His a trip here to see an ailing parent, so for him, there was stress involved. Not enough to keep him off Grindr, I noticed.

We traded a few vague messages back and forth, but he was with family and I was working. At some point, I said I was headed to lunch – and he said the cafeteria was near where he was. Again, vague. There was no outright invite from either of us, nor was there any confirmation of he’d be heading that way also.

So there I was, eating the salad I brought for lunch. It was a two-top, with a number of other two-tops around. Most were occupied. The one directly in front of me was not. After a bit of time, a man sat down at the nearby table, facing me. He looked at me. I looked at him. He kind of looked like the guy in the profile pic, but enough not that I did not initiate conversation. Nor did he. He smiled weakly once. I reciprocated.

The problem where I was eating is that the reception is SO bad, that it wasn’t easy to get back to then app to see if he was less than 250 feet away. He was. I finally got a signal and he confirmed it was him. He headed back and sat with me while I finished my lunch.

We chatted about mundane things. It was crowded and there was only so much one could say. We tried to imply certain things – such as he’s been traveling and here, busy with no time on his own. I translated that to: he’s had no sexual outlet for a while now.

I wasn’t wrong.

The conversation never got explicit, but between the lines, we knew what we were saying. He saw me try to be subtle when I reached down to adjust myself through my suit pants. He did the same, but said he had to stand up due to a wrong angle. I think he just wanted to stand up and show me what was lurking beneath his jeans.

It was such that I asked him if he was going commando. He claimed he was not. So I was somewhat impressed at what I could view through thicker denim. He was smiling at me the entire time, knowing I wasn’t really making eye contact when still talking to him. He sat down, I finished my meal and then said, “do you want to take a walk with me? I know a place.”

In truth I knew of a place. Two, potentially. How good they might be wasn’t clear. One restroom has a two door entrance system – so you heard people coming, and two close stalls. Not big enough to do underneath, but so cramped you couldn’t really see under to see if there were two pairs of feel (assuming you got the far stall). The second option had one stall with way way way too much visibility underneath. Anyone could see anything. The plus was the door was far enough away from the urinals that one could get themselves together if need be. For the record – I’ve never fucked around in either location.

Option one was ruled out immediately, as housekeeping had it blocked off for cleaning. So I kept walking. He trailed behind by a few yards. The second location was empty. I stepped up to a urinal. He took the adjacent one. We both pulled out our cocks.

His was nice. If I’m honest, it looked bigger in his jeans than out of them. But it was a good, 6.5” or a little more. Decent thickness to it. Slight upward curve. This would prove useful in this public restroom setting.

He reached for mine. He liked it, but we both knew, though we never said, that’s not what we were here for. He took a step or two away from the urinal, presenting me his cock. I bent over and enveloped it with my lips….and then my mouth….and then to the throat. That upward curve with me bending to get to that dick was just the right angle.

”Oh, you fucking cocksucker!”, came out of his mouth after deep-throating him a few times in a row. I’m 91% sure he meant it as a compliment. I was not fucking around here. No edging. No artisanal cocksucking tricks. This was strictly, or mostly, a blow and go. You know that effort one might put into the end of the blowjob to finish the guy off? I started at that level.

While he wasn’t boisterous, I was thinking he was louder than he should have been for a public restroom in a potentially high traffic area. He moaned. He swore. He called me names. Or what I call, ‘said all the right things’.

We were only three minutes in – tops – when he said he couldn’t hold back.

I didn’t want him to.

”Oh fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!!! Take it all you cocksucker!”

The man gushed. And gushed. And gushed again. He’d been at his childhood home, having not gotten off for 4-5 days (yes, he told me). I was the beneficiary. I took it all, just like he told me.

I cleaned him up….with my mouth. I took every drop. I stood up. We straightened up. He told me to leave first and I did. I did notice him leave, but trail behind me by a few dozen yards now. He was here for an entire week.

I never heard from him again.

Sunday, April 09, 2017

At His Work

The pic on Grindr was iffy, but the stats were good. And he reached out to me. Honestly based on that pic, even with the stats, I probably wouldn’t have pinged him. As it happens, I didn’t have to.

He was semi-close by. Walkable, albeit a 15 minute one. He exhibited the right attitude, so I forwent the lack of a good image and trekked over to his place of business. Oh yes, he was working, but in an establishment all his own, so he had that flexibility.

However, his place is like a co-op: multiple businesses under one roof, though while they all have their designated space, the set-up is quite communal. The walls don’t go all the way up to the ceiling in most of these areas. Almost all the way, but not all, all the way. So, verbal was pretty much out. #He left the door unlocked, but told me to lock up as soon as I walked in. His key ring was in the door, so I turned the key and was locked in. His light were off, as I’m assuming he wanted to look like he was closed for business.

“He” – I have no name – appeared from behind a partition. His pants were on, but top button was undone, zipper clearly pulled down. He disappeared again behind the same partition; I took it as an unspoken indication to follow.

He stood there (all 6’ 190 lbs of him), hands basically on his hips – expectant. I could have dropped to my knees immediately, but I stood, looked at him. Handsome in his own way – maybe 6’….roughly 180 lbs. A handsome enough face but one you could tell would be in command.

We stood there. I reached out to rub his crotch. He didn’t stop me. He was already stiff in his pants. I could feel the outline of his cock. I accentuated it in his pants as I pressed. It looked nice. Not anything record breaking, but that’s ok too.

I opened up his pants, as I knelt, and met his briefs. As I am apt to do, I licked and gnawed a little on the cotton mound in front of me. I pulled down the briefs in due time. As it was an unplanned meeting, he improvised a cock ring with a thick rubber band that was wrapped multiple times around the base of his cock. The dick itself was about 6.5”, with a nice upward curve. He head was smooth by the look of it (and eventually taste of it) and larger / thicker than the shaft to which it was attached.

After I licked the underside of the shaft and then curled my tongue around the entire head, I slowly, but deliberately took every single inch of shaft until I was scraping on those rubberbands. As I hit the root, he spoke but one word.

“Cocksucker” rolled off this tongue with equal parts: ease / affirmation / degradation. He drew out the word too. I think he liked hearing it that way, but on another level, I think the lengthening also allowed the word, the meaning, to sink in all the more.

It was more declarative, but with a sense of knowing, even though we’d just met. But let’s be honest, I trekked to his place in the cold and snow to suck a complete stranger’s cock in his work space. It’s not like he was going out on a limb.

Enthusiastically, I really went to work on him. As he was new, I tried various techniques to see his reaction. He was one of the few that didn’t / doesn’t respond to the dancing tongue on the underside as I use my mouth and bob and the same time. Everything else he seemed to be fine. I couldn’t find a sweet spot per se.

He was good at holding my head. He’d force here and there, but in my estimation, not enough. Still, he didn’t truly know me or how far he could take it.

He leaned against the shelving behind him. I grabbed onto his legs. I’d alternate on self-impaling or taking him slower, and wetter. He enjoyed it all.

He told me what a good job I was doing. I told him I wanted “to be your cocksucker”. He quickly came back with – “aren’t you already?”


As I sucked, my cock was out. He told me to jack my cock. I did. I will now and then play with my dick while I suck, but it’s better to be told to do so. I had zero intention of getting off. I rarely do that during…or after.

I sucked. He moaned, though low, as not to alert the businesses on either side of him. He told me to keep jacking. He also told me he had huge loads. Massive ones.

At this point, I had gotten him close two or three times…..and then he’d push me away to hold off. I like edging a guy, but then I really want to take him over the brink. That said, I truly realize, it’s their call on when and how, and not me.

Which leads me to “how”. At this point he springs a surprise: he won’t cum until I do.


I’m like a lot of guys: if I cum first, I lose my momentum. But I was in the zone, I agreed. Naturally, I would have anyways, as I wasn’t leaving without his cum. Then there was surprise #2.

I had to shoot my load on his cock and suck it clean, then suck him off.


Oddly, that got me twitching. It was more the dominance than the act of sucking my own load. I don’t care – and never have – about my own load. For as much of a cocksucker that I am, you think I’d be eating my own scum all the time, but I rarely rarely do.

As we were in his place of business, and cum doesn’t shoot exactly where one wants it to go, I questioned him if he was sure – and informing him I shoot very large loads myself. He told me not to worry about the floor, and he’d be the judge if I shot a lot of semen.

We stood facing each other. He reached over and played with my tits and I jacked my dick. He spoke of wanting to watch me suck others. He spoke of wanting to fuck my ass. All these things, really had me amped up. I told him I was ready to shoot. He nodded to do so.

Well you know me. I go weeks without cumming. So I shot. And shot and shot. And then shot some more. Most his cock or trimmed bush. Some hit the floor. Some went places I didn’t really notice. So to keep the momentum going, I immediately dropped to my knees. If I was taking my own load, it was still going to be hot as I did it. And it was.

I wrapped my lips around his now slimy cock. I took my own load while working one out of him. He fucking loved it, though he told me to tighten my lips. I complied. By the time he was on edge, his cock was clean of my jizz, and now I just awaited his.

He reached and held my head. I felt him throb before I felt the load. And the load just kept cumming. It was a fucking huge one too. Now and then, to make a guy feel better, I will faux-choke on his load. It’s rare I can’t take it easily, as I am very well versed on this. But twice, I gagged on this guys volume of seed. It just wouldn’t end. It was sliding down my throat and filling my mouth cavity at the same time. The load I just knocked out of the park all over his office was amateurish compared to what I was taking.

When I eventually milked out every drop and then cleaned him off, including some of my sperm that I had seen had hit his legs, he looked down at me and goes, “did I lie?”.

No……no he did not.

I got myself together. He made no attempt to wipe up my cum off the floor, at least while I was there. He watched me dress. He watched me go to the keys still hanging in the door and let myself out. Before I hit the outer door, I heard him relock everything.

I knew I’d be back.

Sunday, April 02, 2017


So there I was, at Starbucks, minding my own business.

....and by "my own business",  I meant, taking in some late morning caffeine, answering some emails, people watching and yes, checking the on-line apps to see who was nearby who might be in need of assistance.

Mornings like this are fairly useless........except for the caffeine. Even if you try to engage, it's a crapshoot that you get a reply. And on a Sunday morning (oh yeah - this is a close to real time post, even though I have lots of backlog) most of these girls just aren't up yet...........even though it's 10:00a.

So, I was minding my own business when I get pinged on Scruff......

It's a great opener.  There wasn't even a 'hi'.  I focused more on the 'gtfo' and honest to god, it gave me a boner right there in Starbucks. I beat a path to the door and to my car.

Now mind you, I "know" this guy. We've "met" at least four times now.....but you've read about it here, here and here, so he was a known entity, which is why the text was a little more casual in the details. I knew where he lived. I knew he and his roommates (yes, actual ones), are nudists, so there are no clothes on in the house.

While it's April - barely - and Spring, it's still chilly out. But being the model of efficiency, one the that less than eight minute drive (yes, I'm that good!), I unbuttoned my outer shirt and untiled the laces to my boots. I walked from the car with one less shirt on, only leaving on a tee.

I pushed open the vestibule door. Being that it's not insulated, the vestibule was colder than outside. Yet, there I kicked off my boots, pulled off my socks, dropped my pants and lifted my shirt.  The only thing to remain on were my glasses.

I pushed open the front door and walked in. There he sat, on the sofa in a robe that was fully open.

I guess nudist rules might only apply to me, but technically he was not naked. I didn't care.

Over I walked, put my glasses on the ottoman and went to my knees.

He was semi-flaccid. I took him into my mouth immediately. No tracing my tongue over the head or under the shaft. I went right to the heart of the matter. The earlier text made me understand this was no frills.

Sir began to stiffen up almost immediately. His hand went to my head, albeit only briefly, as they ended up going back to his own tits. He played with his nipples while I gave him head.

There were a few times I slowed down or stopped my feverish bobbing. Yes, it in some ways it distracted from the now, but going by his slight moans, he fucking loved the technique - especially when I was down to the pubes and still making my tongue dance on the underside of his shaft.

Around this time, I heard him snort some poppers. I hadn't seen them earlier, but I wasn't paying attention or he pulled them from his robe pocket. Shortly there after, they appeared under my nose. He held one nostril as I continued to suck, I inhaled, as it was the only polite thing to do since offered from the host. And then the other side.

I picked up my pace and enthusiasm - as one is apt to do after doing poppers. He moaned more, though lowly.

Since I know, or knew (past tense), he had at least two roommates, I half expected / fully-hoped, one would appear behind me. Or to the side of me. Or to the side of him.  I'll tell you right now, that didn't happen.

I don't know if they were home or not. I'm guessing by the no talking rule, that they could have been and he didn't want them to know. Personally, I think it was a power play - that I was there, as a cocksucker only. A utility. Not a person. Not really.

There was another round of poppers for both of us. I continued on my quest.

The moans became more frequent. I felt his nuts thinking I could gauge how tight they were in ratio to how close he was to ejaculation. They felt relaxed and not up and close to his body.

But the moans.

They kept coming. And soon he was.

Heavy volleys of sperm hitting the roof of my mouth, splashing against my tongue, and going against my tonsils.

"There you go, faggot - - eat it!"

I was a little surprised. I thought the no talking rule was universal, but clearly not. This reinforced my theory that I was just a thing, not a human.

I took every drop, as you knew I would. I even squeezed out all I could....and took that too. But you knew I'd do that too.

I swallowed too.  Duh.

After a short appropriate amount of time, I got up and went to the vestibule where, I put on my socks, when I realized I left my glasses inside. I reopened the door, walked in as he still sat there recovering, he said nothing. I said nothing. I grabbed my glasses and he non-verbally acknowledged why I was there.

I went back out, finished changing and headed back to my car, my boots still untied with my laces dragging behind me.

For a good hour afterwards, I still tasted the load. It was great.

I didn't expect a follow-up text. And I never got one.

It's like I wasn't even there.......to him.

Saturday, March 25, 2017


It has been a while since I've seen him. Years in fact.

Somewhere in these blog archives you can find my two encounters with him. I was hoping it would be more regular, but it never quite worked that way.  Ironically, after running into him again, I've seen him twice.

Mike hit me up a few months back. Instead of passing through town, he now lived here. Our schedules were such that we could make the connection. I feel he was annoyed with my lack of availability during his times of access.

What I didn't know at the time - he was back and free, as he became divorced. He was on his own, he was horny, he had free time.......it was just when I did not.

A few weeks back I get a text from him. Am I free.  It was 2p on a weekday. I was working, but as it turns out, I was working from home that day. Things were looking up.

The problem, if any, was that naturally he wanted to smoke a cigar while I serviced him. But he was staying with his sister while he looked for a place.....so it had to be in the garage.  It was like 18 degrees out.

He asked if I wanted to light up before I got there. I said I'd let him know. About 2 minutes out I said, "fire it up". His reply was, "I already did".

As I walked up the drive, behind the house and placed my hand on the side door of the garage, I could smell his cigar already. I told him so as I entered. He seemed surprised.

There was Mike.

He was sitting on a lawn chair in the center of the car-less garage.

Despite the frigid temps - which weren't much better in the unattached, uninsulated and unheated garage - Mike had his jeans down around his ankles, boots still on. While wearing a down vest, the front was open as was his shirt. His very hirsute chest was on display as the cross hanging off the gold chain dangled in his chest hairs.  He had a trucker cap on as well.

While I know he is a white collar dude, everything about this, including the Camacho cigar he had in his mouth said blue collar. It was quite a nice mix.

He left a towel on the floor in front of him. I used it to kneel on. While I didn't really want to get my knees dirty, in reality, I don't need to take my pants off - cold or not.  I was there to service. Service a cigar man.

I was down on my knees. I admired the cock. I admired the man. I admired the man with a cigar.

Yeah - I don't truly get it either. It's not for everyone, which I totally get. It might seem odd from a non-smoker, but a cigar man will always - always! - get at least a second look from me.  It doesn't matter their age or body type, but they will get a look.

Deep down I feel cigar men can be more masculine. Of course, there is zero evidence to support that, but on a gut level and a sexual one, it resonates with me.  It also takes me back to the first cigar man I blew when I was 15 or 16......but that's another story.

Mike had the cigar in his mouth and still had a sigh as my lips wrapped around his 6" cock.  As he sighed, smoke spilled from his mouth and cigar.  While only 6", it has a really nice head on it. And he knows what he's doing with it, so 6" is more than fine. With me it's about how one carries themselves and their attitude.

He is big on putting his hands on my head and behind it. Sometimes with the cigar between his fingers, sometimes not. I'm good either way, as I love the feel of a man holding me on his cock, even if it's just for show - as I think we all know, I'll all too willing a participant in this cocksucking role I've taken on.

I will say I was surprised when he asked me to stand up. He put his mouth on my cock. Now, you know, I can take or leave someone sucking me. I like it of course, I think most men do. But usually, it's not a must-be with me. I like performing the act more.  But lord, he surprisingly knew how to suck cock - - like a fucking pro!

Now and then he'd pull off, take in his cigar then blow smoke right on my dick before going back down on it. It was very erotic in ways I'm not sure I truly understand. But ultimately, it was me back on my knees.

Perhaps it is coincidence, but I don't think so, but of the three times we've been together at this point, he hits the ejaculation point close to the end of his cigar. Now, when I play with a cigar guy, I want it to last as long as his cigar does, so perhaps I'm part of the equation than even I recognize.

As he got closer, the grip got tighter. Early on, there had been conversation on his end, about creaming my face. I knew this was off the table at this point. He wasn't going to let me up. He wasn't going to waste a drop of his jizz.

More importantly, I wasn't going to waste a drop of it.  And I didn't.

His grip was solid. My his cock flexed in my mouth - then flooded it. He bit on his cigar as he cursed nonsense while cum flowed out of his dick.

I stayed on it and then milked the shaft with my hand to squeeze out any remaining drops. As I did - I did not waste one drop of that load.

As I am apt to do, what didn't go down my throat I held in my mouth. I showed him his seed. He gripped my throat - TIGHT. Very tight, cigar in hand, then stroked my throat "forcing" a reaction where I'd have to swallow.

I was rock hard sticking out of my jeans.

I stood up to get myself together to go. I was going to put my cock away, when Mike told me to jack off - and shoot on him.

He sat in his sister's patio furniture chair, still working the last of his cigar, still with his down vest on and shirt wide open.

As I stroked, he told me how he wanted to feel my ass wrapped around his cock one day while he smoked a cigar. I agreed - and that it should be from behind with my hands up against the wall. He liked that.

It did not take me long, as even with the frozen weather inside the garage, he had made me super horny.  I asked him twice if he was sure he wanted me to blow my nut on him, but he insisted. So I did.

You've read here before that I shoot big loads - and it's not bragging if it's true. They're big on 2-3 day loads. This one was maybe 14.

Personally, I didn't think it was that large. But it hit his vest, his shirt, his chest, his jeans and his shoulder. He was in heaven with this.

After this, I tucked my cock away. .....and then went on my way, my clothes still faintly smelling like his cigar.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Load Collector

He had hit me up on Scruff a few times. Nice looking enough. 32, 5’10”, slim build, nice face and beard, ok dick.

He didn’t care about his cock. He cared about mine. He was sub all the way.

For whatever reason, I was intrigued. There was a lot of back and forth – and then periods of nothing, mostly on his end. He was either busy, found someone better or was high. That last part is my assumption. He was so adamant about not getting high – after asking if I did – that I assumed he was trying to convince me of something that was a blatant untruth. I still think it.

Late one afternoon, he mentioned how fucking horny he was. I was too. Horny enough to consider this. However, I was at the office and would be for some time. This did not deter him. Before long, I was throwing caution to the wind and inviting him to my office building.

Now, at first he was all about blowing me. But my take was that if I was going to do this, I wanted his ass. I know he was willing, because he one of the first pictures he shot to me was his butt and butthole. He said he wasn’t prepped for that. I told him to get himself prepped for that. He said he would.

Like all tricks – he was late, but only by 15 minutes or so. Still, it was annoying as I wanted to get off and go home. The later it got, the more likely it would be that security might do rounds on the floor. I couldn’t afford that.

He represented much better in real life than in the pics he sent. It’s a rarity, but dare I say, I think I represent better than in pics too. 5’10”, 175, dark hair and beard. When he exposed his cock, it was ok, and tied up it seemed to make it hard. While I kind of cared, on another level I did not. His cock was not my focus this evening.

Barely in my office, with the door shut and secured, he went for the lights……..to turn them off.

By experience, I’m somewhat of an exhibitionist – even if it is in my own office. I have windows. Three of them. Sun had set and the LEED building has motion sensors on them which turn on the lights. Sure, there are building near by – but you’d need a fucking pair of binoculars to see a thing. Still, he was uncomfortable having anyone have the remote possibility of seeing a thing. I was disappointed.

Not only that, it made it harder for me to see. I tried to use the dim light from my computer screen as my guide, but after a minute or three or inactivity, the screens go dark.

The boy was prepared. Boy. Ha! He was 32 – allegedly.

He went to a chair in my office and sat in front of me. I was already taking out my cock. As much as I’d have him do it, there was a timing issue, as in there was only so much I wanted to take to fuck around in a semi-public area.

The guy was a decent cocksucker. More than decent even, but that’s not what either of us were here for. So I got him up off of his knees and directed him to bend over the desk.

I was planning on, and happy to use, my spit as lube. He was a prepared boy and brought some. I noticed he brought no rubber, so that was fine by me. It was one other thing I didn’t have to navigate around.

32 isn’t that young, but this boy had been around. My cock – which isn’t small – easily sunk into his hole. Not a lot of resistance. This guy had clearly seen a lot of action – and I asked him. He immediately went into his first time, being a teen and taking 10”.

I knew from there he liked cock and clearly went on to take many – mine now included.

I cannot compete with 10”, but something told me this guy didn’t care. I went about my job pumping his shitter hard and deep. Knowing he was opened up, I wanted to…..no, needed to….make him feel it. So I nailed his ass and pinned him between the mid-section and the desk.

Since he was more….shall we say, pliable….and he didn’t really use his ass muscles at all (or maybe they were shot from overuse), I got to fuck for a while. I almost – almost – had to gear myself up mentally to get there physically.

In the end (pun intended!), I shot a nice big hot load deep into his guts. I bottomed out (again, not difficult) and was far in as possible before I jetted my semen up inside of him – that went even farther - just like so many before me had done.

I don’t know if he was satisfied with it at all. I can’t say I was. I like the experienced guys, but this guy was a load collector. I’m not complaining, as I’ve clearly been in his shoes. He wasn’t bad by any mean, but overall he was just ‘meh’.

Wednesday, March 01, 2017

Young and Hung

He was all of 20.....if that.

Maybe he looked / seemed younger because he was all of 5'5".....with shoes on. I think it was the height thing, more than the age thing, as to why I put him off for weeks on end. While not quite a foot shorter than I, he was approaching it.

But at an opportune time, he messaged me on Grindr and I replied. Yes: I was in the mood to suck some cock.

I did ask for a pic and got this.

Yes, I did mean - but didn't specify - one of his face, but I got one of his nice schlong instead. I was in a for a visit.

And while he pinged me, and while I asked if he wanted head, he did mention, his cock might taste of lube, as he had jacked off two hours before.  Ahhhh youth. Pumps one off and ready to again.

I told him with a cock like his, he could pull it directly out of an ass and I'd go down on it. He seemed to like that statement.

I suppose it was my luck he lived in off-campus housing because going to a dorm would have been too too weird. He apologized in advance that his place was a mess, as he had guests the last few nights. In reality, I was going to a 20 year old college student's place......I would have been more shocked if it had been cleaned or vacuumed.

He let me in and in the center of the room was an air mattress. I guess he did have guests.

There was no fanfare. He just walked back to his bedroom and I followed. He pulled down his pants and kicked back on the unmade bed. With me still in the suit I wore to work, got on my knees, onto his bedroom floor.

Being 20, he was already hard. And he was thick.

The pic you see was taken from the side. If you see it from the underside, you get a different view. And it was not just big looking because of his size. This was a nice cock.  Period.  I'm guessing 7.5", but when combined with the girth......yowza.

It's doubtful he ever propped himself up to even look down at me. He was flat on his back, with legs hanging over the side of the mattress. He had thrown one arm over his eyes. I'm not sure if this was a relaxation technique or an avoidance mechanism.  Either way - I had his cock into my throat.

And it was, and remained hard. I was doing something right.

The flesh indeed have a lube taste to it. It wasn't a show-stopper by any means.

While he had gotten his nut two hours earlier and even though he was 20, I had to work for it. And honestly, I was ok with that. I would have been happy to do this for hours.  That said, I did have to be somewhere and couldn't spend vast amounts of time being the cocksucker to a college kid.

Sure there was verbal, but never enough. I'm a man who loves all verbal - the dirtier the better. But you need some experience for good skills. Not to say someone that age couldn't have a lot of experience - - I certainly did. And I mean a LOT.

But I pushed the envelope a little.

"You wanna cum for daddy?"

It just came out of my mouth all too easily.

It's not that I relish being considered a 'daddy', but the facts are the facts. He was 20, and pinging someone who clearly was not. And while I was his age once, and going after guys who were now my age, I never considered myself chasing a 'daddy'.

Times change though. The term 'daddy' seems more prevalent now than it was way back when. So I made an assumption, said what I said.......eventually two more times.........and didn't get a response telling me I was incorrect.

For a guy who had squirted a few hours before, I will be the first to say the size of the load was way impressive. It had little to no flavor, but that's ok too.  I wasn't there to be a connoisseur of sperm.

I was there to suck a boy and collect his load.

I'm confident he'll invite me back.  I'm confident I'd go when asked.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Lunch Time Snack

"Have you had lunch, or is this it?"

He let that roll off his tongue while he looked down at me.

But it was my lunch - all protein. And that's what I told him when I came off his meat for a second.

He hit me up on Grindr. As it turned out, I was leaving work shortly to head to another meeting off site.  He lived somewhat on the way, he invited, I accepted. And yes, it was right around the lunch hour.

There was no awkwardness when I got to his house. I was shown what was clearly a guest room. There was no pretense either. I rubbed his crotch a few times for good measure and then got to my knees.

While I was happy to unbutton his fly, he did it for me. I had little time to waste, so I pulled down his tightie whities. Ill fitting at that. They didn't show off what he had, which was about 6.5" of dick - decent thickness too.

He let me do all the work.

I don't mind a guy taking control of things - as if you didn't already know that - but this man wasn't like that. He was nice. I think he thought he deserved to be serviced, but he wasn't aggressive about it.

He would stand there, sometimes with his head back, but more often than not, I'd look up to see his head tilted to the side so he could watch his shaft disappear and then reappear. He'd repeatedly say how awesome that looked and how hot it was to watch.

Well fuck - I love to be watched, even if it is from the man I'm servicing. He loved my lips passing back and forth over the ridge of the head of his cock.

"Fuck - you're good at that".

It's nice to hear. I'd be lying if I didn't think I have some exceptional oral skills, but it's good to get that affirmation.  I told him I'd like to be his cocksucker. I don't know why I think it, but I sensed he might be too proper to use a term like that......or see people in that type of context. Yet here I was, on my knees, in the middle of the day, in a guest bedroom, slurping on his boner.

Oh yes, the meat was soaked in my spit and I went up and down on it. Slowly at times, faster at others. While I like the long, drawn out blowjob, there was a time limit here. I had to be at this upcoming meeting. It wasn't optional.

But I was alternating on deep throating and working the head. I did my patent-pending tongue tickle of the shaft. He said it almost like an apology, but I don't think he meant it.

"I'm really making you work for that load".

He was proud of the fact that he was making it so.

I didn't mind, and I said so.  "You could suck me for hours".  I told him I would, given the chance.

I would say I felt his cock get harder after I worked on that rod for a while longer, but I'd be lying. He was solid the entire time. He doesn't have big nuts, so I couldn't quite tell if they were getting tighter. But he made some vocal overtures that told me he was closer.......and he did announce it a few seconds before.

The load was large and had a good consistency, but little taste.

None of that mattered, of course. The ability to make him feel good and empower him while I went about extracting his seed is what it's mostly about. The cum is just the extra something.  Though I know he liked me swallowing it, then squeezing the shaft to make sure all drops were gotten.

As he put on his pants, and me just standing up (as I didn't take my pants down, or even open my zipper),  I adjusted myself and noticed I was leaking.  But he broke my momentary self-reflection by asking if I was ok headed to my afternoon of work.

I smiled and said I was, though I would be going with semen breath.

He shot back, "I have tic-tacs".

I replied, as I got to the door, "I never said I wanted to cover up the taste or smell".   And then I said I hope I'd see him again.

He assured me I would.

Tuesday, February 07, 2017

Do I Know You?

It's that awkward moment when the door opens and you've just realized you're about to hook up with someone you kind of / sort of know.

The set-up started out ok. Vague pictures (of him) on-line. But while I love a good face - when I'm in 'the mood', seeing or approving of the face starts to fall down the list. This has worked to my advantage and disadvantage as well. Some times you're pleasantly surprised, sometimes you're turned on, sometimes you say 'ugh' - and not even to yourself.

Usually, it's just 'oh, ok'.

Or when you come face to face you find out it's "David".

Perhaps it is my perception, but there was a millisecond pause on his end too. Did he recognize me? Did he care?

David and I are not friends. You might barely call us acquaintances. I've met him several times at various social events or fundraisers. At the first event, I went out of my way to chat him up. He seemed somewhat engaging, though it was later in the evening, so it was cut short.

Another time was at an event, then 6-8 of us grabbed some grub afterwards. He sat across from me.

Now, I rarely forget anyone. I remember situations and conversations. And I never believe anyone ever remembers or notices me. So when we were at the threshold of the door, I couldn't tell if he knew me or not - or whether this would be weird, or not.

....and then we were both inside.

The on-line chit-chat was for head. Me giving; him getting.

David is 45-ish, 5'11", 170.  His dick is average, but always rock hard. My mouth fit nicely around it.

David likes head-work. Now, when I have oral sex, I like a guy who goes deep and stays deep. And when I give go down on a guy, I play around until I know his triggers. It didn't take long to figure out he liked me focusing on this head and corona.

Many guys do not like that, as it can be the most sensitive part. Too sensitive, in fact. But not to David. It was the place where I truly got his motor going. It's where he'd grab my head and hold me as I did my work.

The thing with having sex with guys you know - and who might remember you - is that the interaction during the act can be weird. Do you talk? Do you talk dirty?  If so, how dirty do you go? This is someone you're going to see at a friend's birthday party.

It's like dipping your toe into a cold lake.

The verbals started off with moans from him.  That got me to provide moans around his cock. He worked his way into "oh yeah".  It eventually got to "it's so fucking hot watching my cock go in and out of your mouth".

After our initial visit, he said, "where have you been hiding?", to which I replied, "I've been here in plain sight". Again, I feel that maybe he really doesn't know who I am after multiple introductions - or maybe he just can't place how he knows me.

During the session, I attempted to bait him into using the word "cocksucker", but so far that hasn't happened. I think I know enough not to try to get him to call me "faggot".

"I love how your mustache and beard go around my dick. It feels great" he say.

This last time - yeah, he's come back twice more.....so far - he kept telling me "you give the fucking best head I've ever had".

Give head.

I love the term, but it seems to have gone by the wayside. Usually it's "suck cock".  But yeah, I give good head.

Each time, he gets close, he tenses. I grab his thighs. He grabs my head. He seems to tell me he's about to cum after I've felt two or three spurts. Delayed reaction on his part, or he doesn't know he's actually ejaculating.

"Fuck - take every drop. Every single one."

Most guys don't truly know what they're asking with that. So many pull out after their initial ejaculation, because they are far too sensitive.

Not David. He lets me swirl my tongue around everywhere afterwards. I squeeze his shaft to make another drop of cum appear. I make a show of it. He seems to like it.

So in the past, perhaps David remembers me or not. What I do know is - he is aware of me now!

Friday, January 27, 2017

2017 - First Load

I am still woefully behind on posts. And while this one is about my first load for this year, I have adventures going back all the way to last May that are still in queue.  But we'll get there.

So yes - it took for three weeks into the new year before I got my first load of 2017.  What kind of fucked up world is that? It just seems to be the way lately - the job has been getting in the way of the blowjob.

Post-gym last Sunday, I was about to head home when I saw an old "acquaintance" was on Scruff. It had been at least two years since we'd conversed, let alone....."conversed".  I hit him up, he invited me over............to his work.

It was still morning, he was the only one there and could I stop by to suck him?

The answer was 'yes'.  Yes, I  could.

I walked into the local small business. There had been only one car in the lot and I assumed it was his, yet no one was in the place. After 45 seconds - which felt like a long time - he emerged from what was most likely a rest room.

He was still the same - 5'10", thin, thinning hair, handsome-ish face. He led me to the back of the store that had a partition with a makeshift office - or two stools and a higher counter with a laptop on it.

Immediately, he pulled out his cock. Had this been my first time with him I'd have been disappointed. It was small and very thin. But I knew it would grow to almost 8" and it would fill out girth-wise as well.

We stood there for a moment while I fondled it and then I asked, "do you want me to put that in my mouth?" - he leaned back onto the stool and said "suck it".

And I did.

I fucking love his cock. It fits my mouth - and other places - quite nicely.

And "Rick" always does a nice job fucking my face too. A firm hand on top of, or behind, my head and he then just pumps his shaft in and out of my mouth.

Normally, Rick takes a while to cum. But I don't think I was sucking him for 15 minutes before he just uttered, "oh fuck, I'm gonna shoot".

Now, I attribute the quick bj to the environment. It's exciting and scary to be blown at work. Or to blow at work. I think that got him to a quicker climax.

And while he said it was a two day load, it was huge! Just kept spilling seed onto my tongue and some of it slid back into my throat and down to my belly.  But the majority I kept in my mouth, so I could show him.

When he was done convulsing, I opened wide to show him his own white gold. He looked down admiring his bounty. And then there was one word:  "Swallow!"

I placed his had on my throat so he could feel me ingest his semen. He smirked.

I then opened wide to show it him it was all gone. And for good measure, I squeezed his shaft to milk out two more drops. And I licked those clean as well.

He smiled. I stood up, nodded and walked out of the office and out of the store.

I had gotten what I came for.

Monday, January 02, 2017

Outside Video Shoot

Let's just say that my 2017 resolution is to be more consistent as a blogger.  Feel free to call me out on it when that does not happen. 

He answered my CL ad. I was in a mood and wanted a good video of me sucking cock. Normally I take ok video of me doing such a thing, but it’s usually on the fly and usually have to gain permission at the moment. I wanted this a little more set-up if possible.

I have been getting pics or video long enough that I can multitask, and I can almost guarantee that I can suck cock and hold a camera better than a guy that is getting sucked. You’d think these people have never held a phone / camera before. Or seen porn.

Still, in a way, it is nice to have the guy’s buy-in from the get-go and potentially set up some expectations and block the shots.

The guy, “Matt”, sounded into it and decent: 28, 6’0”, 200lbs and 6.5”. It was his suggestion to do it outside. It was his suggestion to do it in a nature preserve – a place where I have previously hiked. I was down for it and after a few scheduling attempts, it finally seemed to work out.

Unfortunately, when I pulled up, the parking lot was crowded. The times I’d been here before there was no one, or almost no one, who would be back there. Now not only was there a bunch of folks, but a ranger-guided tour. FML.

Still we opted to go back into the preserve.

We entered and headed east. It seem the group did too. We dawdled and looked at plants, the lake, etc until the group not only caught us, but passed us. We had to wait for stragglers too who were out and about, but not with the group. As we slowly walked the trails, we were scouting optimal places to steal away.

We found one – high brush, almost cat-tails. It was a huge huge patch of them. Matt was smart and had pants. I had shorts. It was warm out. But when we found our break of people, we went in. While I saw nothing sharp, it felt like a thousand needles were sticking in my shin and calf. But I persevered for my art, my craft and for all of you. You can thank me later.

The space was tricky. Not quite 20 feet off the main trail, but hidden. We could see movement on the trail. We could hear voices. But were 96% certain no one could see us. The sound was potentially the biggest problem. Those cat-tails (or whatever they were) were extremely dry. Stepping on them, or moving on them elicited lots of noise. Now it could have been seen as animals stepping on them, as it was a nature preserve, but we tried not to chance it.

After we got in place, we tried to make it where we had minimal movement. This proved difficult for me – as that stinging in my legs never subsided…..and it was wicked painful. Still, I powered through.

Matt had a decent cock. It was not outstanding, but that’s ok. He knew what he wanted and how to use it. We tried it with him standing there and me working it with my tongue and lips. We tried it with him pumping my mouth too. The problem was the noise level.

Part of making a good video – in my opinion, of course – is the audio. I like dirty talk. I like moans. I like groans. I like sloppy, wet sucking noises. I like people watching the video to experience what happened. The surroundings made that less than possible.

As it is, we’d would have to take breaks as people would stop on the trail – 20 feet from us – to talk about flora and fauna. Any move could expose us – as it were.

I would hold the camera. Matt would hold the camera. We’d get different angles. He’d talk, but never loud enough. The surroundings, while great in planning, just didn’t lend itself in reality. At least that day’s reality. Any other day I’ve been there we could have done it in an open field with no one but the butterflies to see it.

While I wasn’t overly nervous, I was being cautious. I was not going to stay out there for a long period of time to get a stranger off. And I didn’t need to. We were there maybe 15-20 minutes. And at the end of it, he did the prerequisite grunting and groaning, albeit in lesser volume than I believe he would have. But he couldn’t play up to the camera that way.

Naturally, I swallowed every drop, but not before showing the load to the lens. I might have even exaggerated the swallow.

After we got ourselves together, I walked back through the brush, more stinging of the legs (which would sting then for hours and hours!) and we actually walked the rest of the trail and talked. Nothing sexual…..just talk. As we left the preserve, he told me when I edited the film, to make sure I added in slow motion, to add music, and whatever titles should be 15 point Helvetica. It made me laugh.

I still have done nothing with the footage. It’s all ok…..but once again, still not better than me just holding it myself. I think in reality there needs to be a camera man.

Monday, December 05, 2016

Next Day - Tag Teamed

He messaged the next day. He wanted a repeat.

Hell, I wanted one too, but the schedule was tight. Still, I could make it work, though I told him due to the time, the restrooms we had considered would be off-limits. That time of day – early afternoon, would be far too busy for this. As much as I like public sex, I’m not a fan of being arrested.

Now he had a hotel room which we could use. Fine.

I rearranged my work day to be where I needed, and when I needed to be there. He was on time.

I was more prepared this time, in terms of expectations. I reconciled that he wasn’t as described in his profile, but oh – that cock. There was no way I was skipping out on a repeat.

Clothes came off rather quickly, as I wasn’t there to converse or get any political views from him. I did have the opportunity to do something I had not done the first go-round. I went to my knees right there and sucked his cock. It was fairly erect when I started but super hard by the time I really got going.

Seeing it – and not just feeling – that close up was wonderful. Whatever else I thought of the guy, I could not deny the beauty of the prick. And it tasted great. It slid easily into my mouth and into my throat when I took him all the way. Afterward, I do regret not doing more things orally with that cock. Maybe hang my head over the bed so he could feed me and such. But going by the day before, oral, while nice, was not the main event. For either of us.

No. I wanted that cock up my ass.

Soon, I was on the edge of the bed – my upper body on the mattress, my ass right on the end of the mattress. Before me stood the guy. Hard dick before him, pointing my way. With some lube from a small bottle he slicked up, aimed and pushed. My hole gave way to his cock….and it slowly, but steadily slid all the way up into my ass.


From there, it became an assault. At least for a while. For whatever I thought about him otherwise, his skills as a “lover” (hehehe, as if) were exceptional. The man clearly had experience or was instinctively good. Not all know how to make a rough fuck feel good, because it can be both.

The way he moved, the way he fucked, made me realize that yesterday was not a fluke. He was down to fuck, serious about it and good at it. And he never tried to kiss me, which was great – on many levels. He was the pole. I was the hole. It was as simple as that and neither of us wanted to complicate that – not that we actually spoke about it. In fact, we rarely spoke at all.

We moved around the bed, but always with me on my back. One of the few times he did speak was to mention that he’d like to see someone else fuck me. And then said, ‘why don’t you get on your phone and find someone’.

Now, at best, those odds are high that we’d find another, let alone one who didn’t take 142 back and forth messages only to flake. The odds on what happened next were even higher. As it turns out, I probably should have gone out afterward and buy a PowerBall ticket.

As I go to search Scruff an SMS message pops up: “suck my cock”.

No idea who it is, nor do I remotely recognize the number. I ask “who is this” and get this back in response.

…and he says he’s replying to my cragislit ad. The odd thing was, I had not placed one in weeks, which means he was scrolling and trolling through hundreds (thousands?) of ads until he came upon mine (no pun intended). In a way, it was a little creepy.

I told him what I was doing right then, and where. He said he’d be by in 20 minutes. I never asked from where he was coming, so I didn’t know if it was realistic. I probably should have looked for an alternate, but I felt I had done my part.

All the while, the hospital / hotel guy continued to slide in and out of me while I texted. That is commitment. And when I was done, we kept going at it, but harder. We even got up and he fucked me against his hotel window, which was expansive. Still people would have had to look up six floors to see, and with the daylight, I’m guessing no one saw a thing.

Eventually it was back to the bed, this time, I was shoulders down, ass up and at the edge of the mattress. Just then, there is a knock on the door. I stay in position, almost not wanting to see the guy – in case he was f’ugly (he did not send a face pic), but also to keep it as anonymous as possible. I was in the perfect set up for not being able to see him. At this point – I had been fucked steadily for over an hour…..straight (irony!).

The other guy let him in. I heard some mumbling. Then asking if the curtains could be closed. I heard clothes behind dropped to the floor. I did not hear lube squirt out of a bottle or anyone spit into their hands. But I did feel a cock at my hole and since I could the first guy to my left, I knew it was not his at my back door.

For all the things the white guy was, the black guy was not. Granted, he was early 20s and one of these who thinks because he has a big cock that’s all he needs. He doesn’t. He needs more. There was no skill to his fucking. I was all ramming all the time. It was the first time in two sessions I had to say ‘stop’ or ‘wait’, which I hate doing. But he needed education on how to fuck……and I just knew it wasn’t going to be now or from me. Soon, he was back to full throttle with the white guy egging him on.

Being younger (mid-20s?), this could have gone two ways – he would be quick to cum or could last a long time. As it turns out, he lasted quite a while. I put my forehead to the bed, kept my ass up, and took the pounding. I wasn’t exactly passive. I tried using my ass muscles to squeeze his cock and hope it would stimulate him to get off more quickly. But I think any effect of that was mitigated by his jackhammer fuck style. I’m not sure he could feel my talents with the way he was pumping.

He would say he was ‘there’ but then lost it. It took a few times before he was truly at the edge. At that point he started to pull out to cum – one shot landing on my hole as the original guy told him to shove it back up me…..which he did. The rest of the load was deposited in my guts.

Black guy finally snaked his prong out of my used hole. I had been face down on the bed, my legs spread in a frog position, given great access to my hole. I rolled over to finally see the guy. He was ok, but other than his big cock, he was nothing special. The hotel guy complimented him on his dick and fuck, to which the black guy said he was thinking of charging folks. While the statement was meant to be ‘in the future’, the implication was that he would like to be paid for that fuck. I ignored the statement. The hotel guy said, ‘you can probably get away with it, with a cock like that’.

At this point I had been fucked for over 90 minutes in a row. Continually.

The black guy asked if he could shower. As he left to do so, the hotel guy slid his big cock up my stretched hole. Between the cumming and re-entering would probably be the longest I would be without cock up my ass the entire visit.

While the guy showered, I got my ass reamed. The position was better than before. The cock, while smaller, was better than the previous one. The skill set at fucking a hairy ass was so much better. And he had cum / lube to use.

My ass muscles, I thought, might be stretched out at this point – and with good reason. I was worried my manipulation of this guy’s shaft with said muscles would render useless. I needn’t have been concerned.

Each time I purposefully, or involuntarily, clenched my sphincter around this guy, he would close his eyes, tremble and moan. Each. And. Every. Time.

It was like he was having mini semen-less orgasm with every constriction of my hole.

With each pump of my hole, I was loving it. This surprised even me. After the pummeling I just took, I thought I would want this to be over….for him just to shoot and be done, but I enjoyed it going on and on. I think he was thinking the same thing. He slid out of my hole and without word, I slid off the bed and onto my knees and took his slimy cock and put it in my mouth – then into my throat. There are time I just fucking love ass-to- mouth and this was one of them. He was happy to fuck my mouth too, but I was hard at knowing I was tasting my ass, his cock and the other guy’s load.

Just with my slickness – and my now very receptive ass – he pushed me back onto the bed and proceeded to fucked me more. And more. The first push was the only. He went balls deep in the first motion. Then he just pounded the snot out of me. ….and yes, the black guy was still in the shower!

With a little more manipulation from my butthole clenches, I was able to send the guy over the edge. There was no way he could hold out any longer. And while I know he had shot up my ass 24 hours before, I could feel him spasming for quite a while.

Once he caught his breath and his cock slid out of my used hole he wanted to see me cum. Just like the day before. I was down with it, but now on my terms. As he played with my nipples, I stroked. As I was still hard from the fucking, and had been edging on and off now for two hours (!!!). We stood dick to dick, he was still hard too – definitely making me think he had some taken a Viagra like substance.

Even though I had shot 24 hours before, I had a huge load. That’s what 2 hours of edging will do. Clearly I didn’t have perfect aim, so not all went on his shaft and head, but a good enough amount.


Once I had done a slight recovery for such an intense orgasm, I laid back on the bed and told him to fuck me again. He grinned, took the three steps closer to me and punched his cock up my ass.

With udder abandon, he just fucked me for another five minutes (for like a total of 140 minutes of fucking!!!!)  until my own load was securely up my own ass – mixing with his and the guy who was still in the shower!

Upon withdrawing, I again went to my knees to clean him off….with my mouth. I left him more pristine than before I arrived.

As I dressed and put on my shoes, I heard the water turn off in the shower. I said my farewells to my host, walking back to my car with three loads up my ass.

Oddly, while I was sore the next day, it wasn’t my ass….though it should have been. My thighs were sore as fuck from being frog-legged for a long fuck session.

I didn’t regret one minute of it.