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Well. The site just notified me that Congratulations! You just increased your rank to Grandmaster! I’m not quite sure how to take this. Grandmaster is a title applied to people at the pinnacle of ability in Chess. I suck at Chess. I mean, why wouldn’t I? I’m a complete submissive and play a completely defensive game strategy, which is a guaranteed loser. Don’t believe me? Try keeping a determined cock out of your ass without going on the offensive - you’re getting fucked. So there’s that out of the way. More broadly, “grand master” is taken to mean a person of the highest level or ability in a particular field. In this case, it only appears to mean I’ve mouthed off more than most. What sets me back on my heels a bit though, is the fact that I would end up reaching such a bar here. There was a time in my life when I would have been horrified, aghast at the idea that I could be so involved in things having to do with sex, let alone sex with men, let alone depraved sexual acts with men. Horrified that I could have enough life experience with such things - and their consequences - to have enough to say to propel me to this point. Yet here we are. I dislike the thought that anyone might look at such a label and assume that I hold such a view of my sexual ability (that I “let it go to my ass” so to speak) - I may have been put on Earth to service Tops, but I certainly don’t consider myself a master at my craft. I can’t in good conscience make such a claim when my cocksucking is so plainly below gold standard. Even with my ass I won’t feel accomplished until I finally manage to take a fist. Grandmaster slut? Hardly. But if I ever do reach a point, however high (or low) that is, where I’m truly at the highest level or ability as a sexual utility for men, I would suggest a minor alteration to the title when applied to men like me: Grandmasster.

I saw this profile of a man 25 years older than me who likes skinny-dipping throughout the year. Well, I wrote to him. Winter is no excuse to not have some out-door fun, right? We arranged to meet up on a parking lot by a beach sort-of local to both of us, so at 6am I was sitting in my car waiting, when he pulled up next to me. We greeted each other politely, and then walked down to the sea. It was completely dark, so I could barely make out his silhouette - but I could see he was hard when he got naked. And as I was getting naked myself I felt his hand groping my arse and a finger prodding my hole... Anyway, when the air is freezing cold there's no time to waste, so we ran into the sea, swam around for a bit (and yes, he groped some more, and was quite vocal about how tiny my cock was in the cold water - that seemed to really turn him on, though of course my own groping of his cock revealed it to also be somewhat less-than-impressive. No cock is ever impressive in really cold water!) When we got out of the sea we quickly dried off and got dressed - and then we went to his car. He'd put down the back seats, so there was just about enough room for me to get on my hands and knees and him to crouch over me. I obviously dropped my trousers (that's kind of instinctive for me whenever I bend over), and within seconds he had lubed up and was shoving his cock inside me. No idea how he got hard again so quickly after the cold sea - I definitely still had a cold and limp cock at that point - but there's no need to question a good thing, right? And it was good! Hard and thick, and it hurt a bit at first but in that way where you know it's going to be good later on! And he fucked me. And fucked me. And fucked me GOOD! That man had stamina... And finally he came inside me, and I was almost relieved because he was wearing me out! I would have taken more, of course, because I'm a polite bottom, but his timing was quite perfect as another car pulled into the car park mere seconds after he unloaded in me. So I pulled up my trousers over my wet hole, and scrambled over to my own car and drove off. Not a bad morning, really!