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Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while know of the boy I refer to as “faggotjewboy.” his story has not been told yet. I’ve related part of his story, but there’s so much more I can say about this manboy who is bound to me for life. There’s all the backstory—now over three years of it—a rich, and complex backstory that needs to be told.
Consistent themes in my blog, and in my life, are these concepts of hierarchy, inequality, and power imbalance. How many different forms can that take? How many ways can one man submit to another? What are the limits? How many variations can there be? What could represent the ultimate form of submission? And what would compel a man to submit so permanently and completely? These are all good questions to ponder.
It is interesting to me to consider how what began with a simple “nice pic” comment from FJB led him to serve me in the way that he has and will continue to for the rest of his life. In retrospect, all of this was very planful, methodical, dark, and sadistic—like Me. They say that Germans are good at planning. I think that I have proven that beyond any doubt. My German heritage has served me well. I can be very determined, strategic, and methodical when I want to be. FJB can attest to this. In fact, he has on many occasions. He’s not shy about acknowledging my prowess, my singleness of purpose, my capacity for manipulation and control. These are all just accepted as givens at this point. But how did W/we get here?
My regular readers know about FJB’s past. Being used by anonymous men in the woods at age 15. Being used by men ever since. A lifetime path set at age 15. Every experience, every degradation, leading him right to me. The times he found himself on the sticky floor in a booth in an adult bookstore, everytime he swallowed a stranger’s load, everytime he sought acceptance through service to other men, all preparation for this—all steps on the path that led him right into my waiting arms.
Within a few weeks of that first communication between FJB and Me, O/our chats led naturally to our common interests. FJB is turned on by the idea of gun play, and so am I. FJB is turned on by the idea of the cold steel blade of a knife on his neck, and so am I. FJB is turned on by cigars, tight leather cop gloves, and hard backhands, whether deserved or otherwise. You get the idea.
To be continued.
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So given O/our common interests, things just evolved. his need for approval played right into my hands. his darkness dovetailed nicely with my darkness. To use a term from1980s business think, there was synergy there. he was looking for no one, but he found Me. and as for Me, I didn’t seek him out. But there he was. Day in, day out, in regular, almost constant communication. It’s important to note that as things evolved between U/us, one could look at what happened in very different ways. I know both his version, and I have My own version. I have discussed it with him ad infinitum.
So in his version of things, I manipulated him—methodically, deliberately, and willfully—to suit my purpose. As he sees it, there was something I needed, and he happened to be the one who appeared at the right place at the right time. In the way that he paints the picture, I had been ramping up to this, and was waiting for someone like him. he will tell you that I was just waiting patiently for a boy who had a high need for acceptance and approval, with a submissive nature, who would be willing to do almost anything for a superior MAN. he’d have you believe that I took advantage of him. he might even go so far as to say that I tricked him into asking me to do what I did to him. he would say that I’m dark enough and smart enough to do all this to a man who is just as dark, if not darker, than Myself. FJB is no dullard. he is smart, successful, insightful, and nobody’s fool. he knows what he is, and what he is built for: service. Always the 15 year old boy serving superior men. Some things never change.
In a previous post about FJB, I believe I made a point of noting how I offered him an out, an escape clause, if you will, in early 2006. I told him that while I thought the plans that he and I discussed were very highly erotically charged, and really got Me going, that I wanted to give him an out, a chance to reconsider what he was committing himself to. In other words, I gave him a chance to escape being tethered to Me for life. I gave him an opportunity to alter course—to, in fact, leave the path he had begun to follow with Me. I think that was more than fair, and quite beneficent of Me.
Not surprisingly, FJB would tell the story differently. In his iteration, I had no intention of letting him slip through My fingers. As he would tell it, I tricked him into thinking that I was offering him an out, so that he would, in turn, ask me to continue down the path with him. Which, in fact, he did. he did talk me into continuing down the path on which W/we had embarked. Whether his perspective is right, or Mine is right, the end result was the same. Competing versions of the story don’t much alter the outcome.
To be continued.
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I’ve written only Parts 1 and 2 thus far. I need to keep going. There’s more to tell. It’s been a very busy winter–more than you’d think for the months of January and February.
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After an absence of almost six months, my cashfag is back. He enjoys the game. It gets him off. I know it makes his little cock hard when I cashrape him. That’s just how he’s wired. This is his reality.
Do you know this cash fag? If you do, please let me know. Perhaps we could tag team him.
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I have been mindful lately that I really need to get back to more regular posting to this blog. It has been too long, and I still have more to say. I enjoy messages from readers who like my blog and want me to continue it. It seems as though I often throw this excuse out, but I have been busy with a number of things that have distracted me from my writing.
Chief among the distractions have been work and consulting. If only I could paid for writing blog posts, then I might find myself wrting more and doing other things less.But so far I’m keeping my day job, and then some.
Just to catch you up, here are some highlights:
- My partner is doing okay. One of our goals is to take another trip before summer is over. This blog is not the place to air dirty laundry where that relationship is concerned.
- My out-of-state “son” is doing well. I need to continue his backstory. I’m three years behind in telling his story, with one anniversary having just passed last month, and another anniversary coming up this month with him.
- My dark, sadistic MASTER is a front and center presence in my life. HE is doing well.
- My out-of-state slave is somewhat errant. I don’t know what is going on with him. Not sure he is really a slave in spite of his desire to be one, and the years he’s known me.
- I’ve met an interesting local FF buddy, and have played with him twice. I hope to get my whole fist inside him soon. Every time I try, I get a bit deeper inside him. I’m enjoying that a lot.
- I have a new slave candidate in the LA area who has proven to be quite interesting and consistent. He would be another out-of-state distance slave. I’m getting to know him, and get inside his head. He has sort of an approach-avoidance relationship with poppers. He’s turned on by the idea of being addicted to them, but knows they could spell his destruction. And he’s willing to put the decision in my hands. I find that very hot. Bottom line is that this slave desires to be abused. Abuse turns him on. Talk about an offer I can’t refuse. BTW, he found me through my blog. Go figure.
- There is an even newer slave candidate in Portland, Oregon, who I’m just beginning to know. He’s young and quite experienced for his age. The good news there is that he loves pain. He’s speaking my language.
- BTW, the cash fag paid me last week. Technically, it’s called cashrape. But that doesn’t quite do justice to the complexities involved. His little cock gets hard the harder I push him, the more unrelenting I am, the more force I use. And I get off on the power trip when he pays. He actually sent the Portland pain pig my way, but it turns out that the Portland pain pig is not into cash slavery, and even if he were, that doesn’t mean I will forget about the German cash slave. So that’s where that stands.
- And last but not least, the cigar slave of whom I’ve written here a few times. I haven’t used him this year. I’m not sure where all of that is going. I have this feeling in my gut that I may not be playing with him again. It seems as though that part of our relationship is in the past. The sad thing is that I don’t know where things stand now, and I’m not sure what the future holds for me and him. I’ll keep you posted.
I hope that given this short recap, you will see that I my plate is full. Sometimes I feel as though I don’t have time to write about it all because I’m too busy living it. But I won’t use that as an excuse.
- My partner is doing okay. One of our goals is to take another trip before summer is over. This blog is not the place to air dirty laundry where that relationship is concerned.
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I realized that I neglected to mention a pig who I’ve had my eye on for some time now. This pig used to live in another state, but has relocated to Chicago, quite independent of my interest in it (him). I’ve spent a lot of time getting inside his head, and I think that I have made significant progress in that respect. I’m poised to take things to the next level with this pig, and actually meet him.
I know who and what he is, and where he belongs. he needs to be kept down low, and treated for just what he is: a dirty kike pig. This pig needs lots of Aryan domination and abuse, and I’m just the sort of leather biker skin Daddy who can provide that.
I am already able to access this faggot 24/7 virtually. I need only add the physical component in order to really have him right where I want him: at MY boots, under MY rimseat, doing MY bidding. It will happen.
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MASTER DAVID's cum in my moustache and beard.
I had the distinct privilege of serving MASTER DAVID recently. The session was amazingly intense–the connection was deep and strong. MASTER DAVID was smokin’ hot–on fire, actually. He loved me, kept me safe and protected, and he hurt me. He is good that way–knowing exactly what I need and how much I can take. MASTER DAVID offers a rare combination of love and darkness.
HE had text-messaged me at about 5:15 to tell me that he would be over at 7p. He wanted me buzzed, herbed if I wanted. I had worked a long week, and was tired. I just needed a few minutes of sleep, so I would be ready in time for his arrival at 7p, so I took a short nap. When the iPhone alarm went off at 6:15, I wasn’t sure what day it was–that’s how deep my sleep had been in spite of the short nap time. Ironically, I felt lazy and unmotivated to move. I held the phone in my hand and hit the snooze bar a couple times before moving all 260 pounds of me to my feet.
Once I was up, I had to focus and get ready. MASTER DAVID told me he wanted me leathered, looking like a dom/top. He enjoys the contrast between the way I look and the sub I am. I get off on that too. There are plenty of contradictions in O/our relationship, with that being just one. So I poured myself some Glenfiddich to sip while I got ready. I took a couple tokes of weed. I felt good. I was starting to feel the anticipation of seeing MASTER DAVID, and serving him. W/we have been discussing my receiving more nip training and doing more boot work. So I knew those might be on the agenda for the night. And I knew that he would hurt me. And I looked forward to giving him what he enjoys, pleasing him. That’s what it is all about when I serve MASTER DAVID. All about him.
At 7p I received an SMS from MASTER DAVID. He was letting me know that he was close by, finding parking. That meant it would be just a matter of minutes. I was full of excitement and anticipation for his arrival. I had dressed in my leather jeans, leather arm band on the left, leather wrist wallet on the left, my leather shirt, and my Wesco engineers, which reach up to my knees. I was dressed, herbed, slightly buzzed, feeling great. My tiredness seemed a distant memory by that time. I was ready. Pumped. Horned. Leathered. All systems go.
I buzzed MASTER DAVID into the building, and within a few moments he was at my door. I invited him in, or more accurately, he walked into my house and made the place his, just as I am. I teased him about being late. He asked me if I wanted to pursue that further, and he encouraged me to do so and see how it goes. I love his sense of humor. So one thing led to another and before I knew it, MASTER DAVID was deep kissing me. He is a great kisser, with a very talented tongue. And I was happy to have his tongue in my mouth, to feel his heat, and anticipate what was coming later. MASTER DAVID always smells really good. Not in a cologned way, but a soapy fresh, squeaky clean sexy manly way, with his own scent strong enough that it sends arousal signals to my brain. I breathed in his scent and ran my fingers through his thick black hair. I was feeling very happy, lucky, safe, and turned on.
I felt MASTER DAVID’s cock through his pants, and it was rock hard. He told me that was for me, and it was because of me. Yeah, I turn him on, and he turns me on. There’s no equivocation about that. I squeezed that big cock of his through his pants, held onto it* and him. I am gratified when I make MASTER DAVID happy, in any and every way he likes. Eventually, W/we landed on the bed, and I laid on top of him, trying as hard as I could to get closer. If I could climb inside MASTER DAVID, I surely would. I soaked up all that heat, all that power, all the darkness, and the love. I felt good, safe, protected, loved in that moment with him. It was exactly what I needed.
MASTER DAVID is tender and loving, as well as dark and sadistic. That these different facets exist in this one incredible MAN is something that pleases and arouses me. I need that kind of connection, that kind of complexity, and darkness. I feel that. It resonates with me on a deep level. There was more kissing and he held me close for several minutes. I had onto his thick hard cock through his pants. He had not given me permission to undo his pants or unzip his zipper or anything like that, so I just enjoyed his cock through the fabric.
MASTER DAVID had brought a bag full of gear. One of the first things he wanted to do was to put a collar on me for the evening. He had brought two. One was a thick black leather collar, and the other a heavy steel chain/padlock collar. First went on the leather collar. He told me to go look in the mirror. I did so. I loved how it looked. And how it felt. It made me feel safe and loved. With collar on, locked, W/we returned to the bed and he had me lay under him. He gave me some poppers and then started punching my chest, hard. Both sides. He increased the speed of the punches, until it felt like a deep vibration pulsing through my whole body. My head was spinning a bit. He fed me more poppers, then told me to sit up, and he slapped my face twice rapidly, on the left side. All the while his cock remained rock hard for me, and because of what he was doing to me. That made me very happy.
MASTER DAVID told me to go take a drink of whatever I liked. I was still sipping the scotch, and alternating that with sips of ginger ale. I was dry, so the soda was quite welcome. And the scotch tasted that much better for coming amidst the endorphins pulsing through my system.
Next MASTER DAVID put the nipple clamps on me, to a tightness I could tolerate easily. Not too tight, not too loose. He worked my nipples hard that night. The clamps reminded me that I am his and that he is in control. With the nip clamps on, MASTER DAVID next dug his fingernails into the areas he had just pummeled with his fists on my chest. They were still tender from the punching, and the sharpness of his nails on those tender areas was intense for me. Then more kissing. Hard kissing, mixed with some biting of my tongue, lip, and taking me down. MASTER DAVID held me, never letting me fall–a metaphor for how he cares for me day to day, never letting me fall.
As I mentioned, MASTER DAVID told me some weeks ago that he wanted to put me on his boots more, give me more boot training, and I had told him I looked forward to receiving more boot training. I haven’t had nearly enough experience servicing boots, but I am good at it. So next came the boot service. I changed the music for the boot service. I put on Rammstein, which seemed appropriate. Scene set. Rammstein. Jewish MASTER. Aryan skin servicing the Jewish MASTER’s boots. How’s that for paradoxical? How’s that for a mindfuck? The skin licking, sucking, making love to the Jew’s boots, while listening to Rammstein. Sieg Heil!
I serviced MASTER DAVID’s boots for quite some time. He was rock hard, and would keep the boot not being serviced on my back, between my shoulder blades, adding pressure. Not too much pressure, just enough. W/we talked about how my skin mates should see me now, licking Jew boots. Yeah. 8814.
After thoroughly licking, sucking, worshipping MASTER DAVID’s boots, I paused to offer a suggestion. I asked MASTER DAVID if, perhaps, he thought I needed more punching. He said yes, and asked me where I needed it. I told him I needed more punches to my chest. This was a first–me asking for more punching. I think I caught MASTER DAVID off guard. I don’t think he saw this coming, but there it was. And it seemed to please him mightily, as did my getting another opportunity to make him happy. So this time, MASTER DAVID told me to stand up for the punches, instead of being under him like first time earlier in the evening. My head was already spinning from worshipping his boots, and then I felt his fists on me again. I felt that deep connection again. I thanked him for each blow to my chest with “I love YOU too, MASTER.”
What came next was something I did not ask for–paddling. MASTER DAVID has paddled me before, and I typically carry the bruises and welts for days. I took some poppers before the paddling began. I wanted to find a ball gag, because I knew I’d be yelping and screaming before the padding was over. But the ball gag was not close at hand. MASTER DAVID gave me a dirty sock from the laundry to stick in my pig mouth. That would do. I just needed something to bite down on to get through the paddling–I knew it.
MASTER DAVID started slowly and gently, and gradually ratcheted up the intensity of the paddling, so that it became very painful. I definitely used the sock. I was biting down hard, and I moaned and yelped through the sock biting. MASTER DAVID offered me more poppers as the intensity increased. He said I was doing good, and he was pleased. MASTER DAVID spoke to me while he paddled me. There had been a fuck up on my part in recent months, and MASTER DAVID took the opportunity to confirm with me that I would not defy him again, as I had a few months ago, during the paddling. Through the sock I indicated that I would not defy him or disobey him again. He made me promise, and swear to obey him and not defiantly act against his wishes again. He doesn’t ask that much of me, so the least I could do is obey the short list of commands he gives me. “Yes, yes, yes,” I said, through the sock, indicating I would obey completely. I was on the verge of tears with the intensity reaching its peak. The paddling hurt like a motherfucker and I just wanted it to stop. I reached for a pillow to hold onto. I pounded my fist into the mattress. I tried to crawl away from the paddling, reflexively, not willfully. Please make it stop, I thought to myself. I wanted to please MASTER DAVID, but it hurt so much. And as if that weren’t enough, when I grappled onto MASTER DAVID’s shoulder and arm to steady myself, he took his other hand and squeezed my prince albert piercing hard. Fuck! Ouch! Simultaneously paddling my ass hard and squeezing the head of my cock and the stainless steel jewelry together was just pushing me over the edge. I was almost crying. Then there was a pause. A moment of relief. MASTER DAVID said that my ass was going to be blistered. That didn’t surprise me in the least. It felt as though it already was blistered and hot. Next MASTER DAVID said, “Just two more–one for you, and one for ME.” The one for me was not too hard. The one for HIM was mighty hard and hurt like a sonofabitch. And then, blessed relief. Over. Done. I did good. I made it through. Fuck. So this is one way that the Jewish MASTER treats the big, tall, pierced, inked badass skinhead, eh? Precisely.
By that point, my head was really spinning, and my body reeling from the pain. MASTER DAVID encouraged me to have something to drink. I needed it. I was dry mouthed and sweating like the pig I am. Jezus fuckin christ. I was pleased to have done well, in spite of almost crawling away from MASTER DAVID during the paddling. He was happy, and hard, and I was happy too.
Since MASTER DAVID had to be up early the next day, I knew that things were going to be coming to a close eventually, perhaps earlier than they would if he did not have to be up early next day. But things were not quite over yet. MASTER DAVID wanted to switch collars. So he took off the leather one and put on the heavy steel chain collar and padlock one. I have to say, that collar really suits me. It is the one featured in the pic accompanying this post. The steel chain complemented my other hardware nicely. Flesh tunnels, septum piercing, earring, and heavy chain collar juxtaposed nicely with them. Heavy padlock, heavy chain links. Symbolic. Real. Cold. Hard. Steel. A perfect fit.
MASTER DAVID asked me if I wanted to jack. I told him that it didn’t matter if I shot my load. I told him that to my way of thinking, a boy/slave’s ejaculation doesn’t matter. What matters is MASTER’s ejaculation. So my cock was not important in this scenario. MASTER DAVID said that he was going to have me stroke him off, and to get some lube. I was embarrassed to have to say I wasn’t sure I had any in the house, or more accurately, much in the house. I was nearly out, and had only a small packet of ID. I searched some more, in the bedroom, in the bathroom vanity, and was lucky to find a small bottle of ID Millennium in the bathroom vanity. Whew! I told MASTER DAVID that next time I would have plenty of lube on hand for him.
So the moment I had waited for so patiently all evening had finally arrived. MASTER DAVID unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, and pulled out his big MASTER cock. The object that wields so much power over me, the cock I crave and long for, was in the open air, and my hand was on it. I was in my happy place. I put some lube on my hand and stroked MASTER DAVID’s big cut cock. It felt great in my hand. With the other hand I kneeded his balls a bit, and kept stroking. W/we talked a bit during this, and he asked me to stop stroking him because he was getting close, and was not ready to shoot yet. So I took my hand off his cock. Then without giving it much though, or permission, I started playing with my own cock. It felt good, and MASTER DAVID encouraged me to continue. W/we talked about things that turn me on, that turn him on, and I was nice and hard. We talked about a scenario in which I might get something I want, a pig buddy of mine might get something he wants, and MASTER DAVID would get something he wants out of the deal too. I won’t go into the specifics, but suffice to say, the idea aroused me greatly. All the while, MASTER DAVID’s big cock remained rock hard. I think he also liked the idea we had been discussing. I continued to stroke, and reflect back verbally on the idea W/we had agreed on. If me and my pig bud get what we want, MASTER DAVID gets what he wants. Done. Deal struck.
I thought about getting that thing I want, and MASTER DAVID benefitting from it as well. I love that. What we planned objectifies me, and benefits MASTER DAVID. It may or may not be in my best interest, but nothing horrible. Just something I fantasize about and crave. So the stage was set. I am allowed to get what I want if MASTER DAVID gets his. Fine. Good. I focused on this thing I want and it pushed me over the edge. My cum kind of gurgled out of my cock, onto my stomach. I hadn’t been jacking that long, but it felt great. MASTER DAVID brought me a towel, and I dried my hand. Then I went and washed my hands before stroking MASTER DAVID. I asked him if he would prefer that, and he said yes, so why not, I thought.
So without further delay, MASTER DAVID straddled me, and I stroked his throbbing hardon. It’s a big Jew dick, and I love the feel of it in my hand. I love to stroke it, and I especially love when it shoots and what it’s attached to. W/we continued to talk about things that arouse HIM and those things arouse me as well. MASTER DAVID made me take a short break, because he was close again. So MASTER DAVID liked having me edge him. And so did I. And I was craving, hungry, starving for his hot load. MASTER DAVID usually shoots big loads, and I love them in me, on me, wearing them (in fact, I’m still wearing some of it as I write this two days later). While I stroked MASTER DAVID’s cock, he worked my nipples hard. I ate up the nipple torture. And I felt MASTER DAVID’s big thick cock get even stiffer. I felt the head get harder, and I knew it would not be long until B/both of U/us would be very happy. MASTER DAVID said, “Open your fuckin mouth when I tell you to …” He intended to shoot into my mouth or as close as he could get his load to my mouth while he was writhing during his ejaculation. And then the words I waited so anxiously for hit my ears, “Open your mouth,” said MASTER DAVID. I opened wide, and suddenly gobs and gobs of his hot cum hit my face, above my left eye, into my mouth, onto my beard, onto my nose. I was covered. MASTER DAVID kept cumming and cumming and he sounded great as he shot spurt after spurt of hot jizz on his property. I was in fuckin’ heaven with that. MASTER DAVID said that my face was soaked, and thick gobs of his semen were in my beard and moustache. It was also all over my chest and stomach.
MASTER DAVID told me to go take a look in the mirror. I took one look, and immediately went for my iPhone to get some quick pics while all that cum was still on me, dripping into and off of my beard, moustache. I took a few pics, and then used my fingers to get more cum out of my beard and into my mouth. It tasted a little bitter, but delicious and I had been so hungry for so long for MASTER DAVID’s load, that I was just beside myself with pleasure and very happy. I told MASTER DAVID that I would wear his cum for as long as I could, probably two or three days. That idea pleased him very much. And so I have. I am still wearing what is left of HIS dry cum in my beard/moustache, and on my stomach and chest.
Soon after that, MASTER DAVID removed the heavy chain collar and padlock from around my neck, got his things together, and was on his way. Thank YOU, MASTER DAVID. Love, boy/slave ken.
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I decided to head up to the bookstore and glory hole booths today, and boy am I glad I did.
It has been a bit of a quiet week and today was a smorgasbord of repeat cocks.
First off I see the business suit guy that always chews minty gum. He likes to have me lick his balls and completely deep throat his cock. I like the feel of his mushroom head hitting the back of my throat.
After I have gotten him rock hard he will stroke himself with a bit of spit from himself...and that makes his cock taste fresh and minty! This is always refreshing because in the past I have had the displeasure of sucking a cock that had apparently already been in a smokers mouth.
I used to smoke and can appreciate the desire but it taste like shit on a cock and that is not a good thing (bareback cock from a clean ass is a nice snack on occasion).
Every time I see this guy, I can just walk into a vacant booth and he follows, then I get on my knees.
Most days it takes a few minutes of intense stroking and sucking but he ALWAYS has a thick load. Today was no exception and when he shot I pushed it back into my throat.
Sometimes, like today, it is so thick that I choke a bit and then I try not to cough...can't have that going to waste.
After I was finished with him I opened a booth and inside was a cock from the past.
This guy has a THICK cock and we used to meet up regularly at lunch in a hotel tearoom. My best memory of that tearoom is the time I took 6 loads on my face. This guy was one of them. The bathrooms were all marble tile and in one particular one you can see the entire bathroom from the stalls. On that day, there were 5 other guys and we all recognized each other.
Once we knew the plan, I got on my knees outside of my stall. At the time I wore a shirt and tie to work, so I took those off and just started sucking cocks.
While I was down there sucking, the others were stroking and watching...and then once the first one started to shoot they all began to blow.
The thick cock I saw today was one of the last to cum and he shot a final cum drenching shot.
So now that I told you about him...on to today. He was in a booth and I went in.
Long story short, he was getting blown for about 5 minutes and then said he wanted to take a break. Okay, no problem.
While I was heading out, thinking that he would be ready long after I was gone, I ran into my blond park buddy...the one with the HUGE cock that meets me there often.
He is thick and hung but he really loves to see me sucking other guys and then cumming on me afterwards.
He and I talked and he headed his way. The staff were really pushing people into the booths so I took a break to step outside. I sent him a note that I was in the mood for his cock if he wanted me to swallow. He sent a note to meet him back downstairs.
As I was walking around I see him in a booth. And guess who was in there with him..
The hung cock from my past!! BONUS
So now there we are, three to a booth and two of the largest cocks I could want all for myself.
My blond buddy pulled my mouth onto the other guy and I went down for it all. I can deep throat him but the thickness can be a bitch. Like a champ though I kept at it.
Blond buddy was stroking himself and every once in awhile I would switch and suck him.
After quite awhile, and some heavy sweating we were taking the thick cock to the edge and getting him closer to blowing.
My blond buddy told the guy to shoot it all over my face. At that point I unbuttoned my shirt and leaned back.
He started stroking hard and my buddy tilted my head back to catch it all.
I shut my eyes since I knew from past experience that he shoots MASSIVE cum.
Sure enough I felt this thick drop hit my forehead and then the ropes just started flying. Some hit my goatee, some on my cheeks, some near my eyes..you get the picture.
After he was fully drained my buddy said that I love cum and the guy from the past commented that he remembered me from the hotel tearoom and was looking forward to it.
As we left, I gave him my number and told him that if he wants a repeat sometime I am up for it.
Damn, I love walking through the city with cum drying on my face.
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It was a hot summer day in the city and we had met some friends for a going away party.
The bar had an outdoor patio so everyone was enjoying the sun and cocktails.
As the crowd was winding down, we headed up the street to another favorite location.
Usually we go here on Sundays but I said we should check it out.
As we were talking to a friend we all saw these two hot guys walk in.
They headed to the area I like to be on my knees, so of course I had to follow and see what I could manage to find.
Well, right off the bat the first one introduces himself and says he is on holiday from Australia (love those accents) and then introduces his partner.
My friend got to the point and asked the partner if he would mind having his cock sucked.
He said it was up to his other half...ok, we asked.
And we were told that this guy has a cock that could be modeled....hmmmmm, intriguing.
Since we had the ok, we got his cock out and started a long cock sucking session.
My friend started him off and then we traded back and forth.
Over the course of a few hours - yes we were there for awhile and cocks were out the whole time - we had the pleasure of getting him and his partner rock hard a few times.
Everyone was having fun, and at one point the talk got around to needing to pee. Well, as my husband knows, that is not my first choice of cock juice but in the right crowd and the right cock I am on my knees.
The first partner had to pee and instead of making him leave the crowd, I took it.
He was very nice about stopping the flow so that I could swallow it all, and then he would let it blast again until my mouth was full.
I got at least 4 mouth fulls of piss and only once did we miss the timing and it shot all over my shirt and face...which was really HOT.
After so much cock sucking, piss play and just good ole fun we had the "model cock" hard again and he was in the mood for some ass.
We all know how much I like a spit lubed cock shoved up my ass.
I sucked and slobbered on his cock to get it nice and slick and then I spit in my hand and bent over.
He came up right behind me and slid right in.
This cock was cut, thick and I would guess it to be close to 9 inches - all bonus points in my book.
So there I am with one cock shoved up my ass, a room full of guys watching and cocks out being stroked.
This story does not end with any cum loads - the boys landed in the morning and had been up for almost 30 hours, so we all knew they needed some rest....but these boys are returning at the end of the week for the street festival we have - all leather men, from all around the world and SEX SEX SEX.
I intend to wear only an apron, no jock and my harness boots to the fair - along with a bottle of poppers and some lube of course.
During the week I also had an email from a very hot red head here in the city that has seen my Xtube videos and wants to give me his load of cum.
That will be shared after we meet up, and I hope it is this coming week.
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The street fair this weekend brought some very hot men to the city.
On Friday night the entire city was hopping and the cocks were out...I did some cock sucking, bending over and fucking hot asses.
One of my favorite local spots for getting on my knees was a virtual wall of men on Friday night.
There were asses everywhere and I was horned up enough that when this hot tight ass was done being bred by a couple of other guys, he let me add my load.
I fucked him good and hard and just let loose.
Then it was Saturday night.
We had an invite to a play party in the city. Two very good friends arranged for a private space and sent out the invites.
It was a hot party, there were some guys in slings and on the St Andrew crosses.
There were many friends and even a few guys that have seen my blog or watched me in action, so it was a hot little gathering.
Bareback seemed to be the theme for the slings and hot men were on the menu.
After a couple of hours there neither my husband or myself got off, and on our way home we decided to detour into one of the few sex clubs.
We went in, put our clothes in a locker and grabbed my bottle of poppers. I headed to the glory holes as they are in the corner and usually a good mix of guys.
It was a bit slow, but there was a very eager cock sucker and he was good. Almost too, good and I had to take a break...did not want to blow my load that early.
I took a lap around the floor, went up into the loft areas and cruised a bit.
After a short bit I was back at the glory holes and while sucking a hot cock, I turn around and see this sexy young guy walking over.
He is wearing pants (it is optional)and smiling... he knows what I like.
I reach in and pull out this hot uncut cock. He is semi flaccid and I can just dive into that foreskin with my tongue.
I suck him to a fully hard status and then turn around to present my ass.
He comes right up and slides in deep. HOT!
Well, at the nature of these places can be, we take a short break and make our rounds. Eventually I see him again and he signals that I should get into the sling.
We are in the middle of the room, so everyone will see.
I climb in, take a small hit of poppers and we start. He fucks me bareback again and while he is in there another hot guy walks over.
While my ass is being used, I turn my head to suck the newcomer. When he begins to grow I am in pig heaven. Hot uncut cock fucking one hole and a massive long cut cock buried in my other hole.
After god only knows how long my uncut top asks the other guy if he wants a go at my ass.
He walks over and puts on a condom - yes I love bareback but will never say no to a fuck.
With just the little bit of spit and ass juice, he slides right in and proceeds to open me up with his cock.
He is much larger than the first cock, and I can feel every inch stretching me out.
This new top is more aggressive and takes over.
Hard ass pounding and then he reaches under me and picks up the entire slings, pulls me forward and IMPALES me on his cock.
I was moaning and grunting with each thrust.
He was a power top and I really did not know how that poor condom was going to hold up. He would pull almost all the way out, shove in and power fuck my ass.
After fucking me relentlessly for what felt like an hour (and at least two more of those impalings)he slid out and let the uncut guy back in.
The uncut guy fucks me for awhile and I suck the impaler, and by this time I am just oozing my own pre cum all over the place.
With the grunt and moan of an orgasm, the uncut cock unloads right into my ass.
The impaler knows that I just got bred and he also says "hot!".
Since I know he is a safety boy and I want his cum, I asked impaler if he would like to shoot his load on my face.
He says "if you keep sucking me I will"...well, hell YES!
I tell him that if he blows a load, I will shoot mine right after. That gets him as excited as me and we go at it.
I start sucking while lying there and quickly he lets me know it is time.
His first spurt was THICK, heavy and landed on my face. I know there were a few more ropes of cum flying out and my face was covered.
I started stroking my cock. Almost instantly I can feel my balls pulling up and I start to shoot.
Another guy standing to my left and when my first shot flew, he was on my cock to swallow the rest.
Needless to say, I was a complete cum pig in spooge heaven. We both went over to clean up and chat a bit.
Some days it can so fucking hot to let a safety boy plow your ass.
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Sorry for the delay but I have not been able to get a moment to fill you in on last weekend.
The weekend really started on Thursday. I attended a friends birthday/underwear party.
As you can surmise, things progressed as they should. Cocks were out, jocks were being worn and the men were horned up for the weekend.
My cock was naturally out, but only for a short time - then it was buried in a tight creamy white ass.
I fucked this kid twice and both times he shot his load all over the lucky guys in front. I was mildly surprised because he was sporting a good 9 incher with a massive mushroom head. But, you know me...once in awhile I love to bareback a good tight ass.
Friday and Saturday were low key...but then came Sunday!
Early in the evening we had planned to meet my husbands brother for dinner. That did not give me the usual Sunday afternoon time to get into trouble but I somehow found a way.
I was in the backroom and there were a few guys standing around, not doing too much.
One older bear type started talking to me and cocks were brought up. He said he was a grower and I said "ok, lets see it grow".
He pulled out a nice hefty piece and I started to suck it.
There were a few guys standing around watching and a couple tried to help out.
Since there were a few too many hands and I was not sure how long I had, I was set to head back out.
Then I see a hot shaved head guy that I know from a past job.
He is about my height, bare chested and makes a straight line over to where we are.
Out comes a good sized cock.
Ever since I first saw this guy at my old job site, I wanted to swallow his cock.
He was being sucked at first by one of the grabbers, but I manuevered him over to my mouth and started on his load.
Just as I was getting into it, I feel a hand slap my ass. I turn around and there is my husband and two of our friends.
He gives me slight nod and I go back to what I was doing.
I went back to the shaved head guy and started sucking more. I smelled the faint whiff of poppers - just a hint, but it was enough to get me deep onto his cock.
While I was feeling the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, I was also playing with the bear cock.
I look up and see that shaved head has that look of a man getting very near the edge of blowing his spooge.
There is nothing better for a cum pig than to know your husband, a group of friends and strangers are all watching you about to get iced with cum.
Soon enough the bear asks if I want his load. I am on my knees, head tilted back and say "yes!".
He starts to release his load and it is THICK. Each drop coats more of my face. Either my shaved head buddy was already edged or I performed a splendid blow job in a short time, because in less than 30 seconds of seeing my face get creamed he begins to cum.
His load is as thick and sweet as the bear. I can only lean back and let spurt after spurt after spurt hit my face.
It was on my goatee, covered my mouth and dripping on my cheeks.
I don't know how many ropes of cum he shot but it was enough that I felt like a pound of cum was smeared across.
I stood up, turned to smile at my husband - and he smiles back while telling our friend to help me clean up. Our friend tastes a bit off my cheek and says I should walk home that way.
A great idea, but we still have to meet my husband's brother for dinner.
I don't think his idea of an appetizer would be the same as mine.
So, what started out as a birthday party weekend, ended with my face being iced with two loads.
My idea of a good party.
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My husband and I have joined a gym to get back into shape - at least that is my goal, he is already hot.
I was at one of the locations, on my own and was early to meet my trainer. While getting dressed for a workout I saw a hot buzzed head blond go by.
He was dressed for the gym and when he looked back I thought...hmmmm, could be fun.
Before I could finish getting dressed he walked by again with only a towel on. Well, since there is a steam room I was hoping he wanted to do something.
While in the steam room, there was a cute dark haired guy in there and he checked me out. Right away he starts stroking a nice uncut cock. Not huge but not small, and I like foreskin.
He jerked a bit, I leaned over and sucked a bit. He was rock hard.
Then the door opened and my blond looker came in. He and eye exchanged glances and the other guy left.
Once it was only two of us I immediately went over. I did not know how long it would be since it was a gym, so I leaned over and swallowed.
He had a nice long cock, not too thick and some great cum filled balls.
I was sucking and he was watching the door.
I told him that I did not have long, as I was meeting a trainer and he said ok. He told me to work on the head and I went back down.
He was leaking pre cum pretty fast so I told him that if he wanted to shoot in my mouth that was fine. After all, I don't like to leave a mess behind.
He started stroking his cock to get off in time and when he was ready to blow he let me take it all.
Nice thick cum, sweet tasting and actually a bit cool compared to the heat of the steam room.
I put my towel back on and headed out to shower.
While getting dressed he smiled and went to his locker. We had finished with time to spare and I went out to meet my trainer.
During my workout, we ended up being nearby and he just gave me a knowing smile. Maybe I'll like this idea of working out.
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The booth door opened and in walked a tall hunk of meat. Swimmers build, sunglasses tucked onto his T-shirt and then I found out the rest.
He shut the door and I could feel his cock bulging when I reached out.
Since it was rock hard, I sat on the seat and took of my baseball hat to give full access to my throat.
He slowly lowered his white briefs and out came the mushroom head first, followed by about 7 1/2 inches of shaft - all of this stacked on top of two very full low hanging balls.
Without wasting a moment I dove right on and went straight to the base and slowly came back up.
With his cock fully slicked up with my spit I started the real blow job.
He was not so huge (at first) that I could not get the whole package in and I devoured it.
Working on the first third of his cock, using my tongue and lips on the head and then swallowing down till it just nudged my throat.
I was in a horny mode and as you know, that opens up my throat sometimes. When I felt that mushroom head nudging my throat I reached out and grabbed his balls and shoved him in.
The head slid down, filled my throat and then the shaft followed. My nose was now nestled right in the hair of his crotch. He shoved in even more and I opened my throat and got that extra inch.
He stayed in my throat for about four solid strokes and then I had to breathe. I did not want to gag or miss out on the load so I pulled back.
Standing there with a now even harder cock, he just smiled and said he had not cum in three days.
Well, you know I wanted every ounce of spooge in those balls. He told me to work on his head a bit more. I slowly swallowed the mushroom head and only went half way down the shaft. Then I slid up nice and slow and used my tongue to tease the shaft and head. That was what he liked, he said. Nice and slow.
And I am nothing, if not accommodating.
I slowed my technique and went back down.
He was playing a bit with my nipples and I just kept handling his full sack of balls. Even though he said slow, he did not say no deep throat...so I went back down to the base with my mouth and when his head hit the back, I opened up and let him slide further down.
His cock grew with each plunge down my throat and I reached under his balls to get that extra bit of cock, grabbed hold and pushed him further. Now we were both leaking pre cum and he was getting closer.
I told him that for a 3 day load, I would either walk out covered in cum or he could shoot down my throat. He wanted it down my throat.
We went back to the slow work on his head, followed by deep throats and balls grabs. His cock was beyond rock hard and he was finally ready to release that sperm.
I slid his cock in one last time, the head hit the back of my throat and I opened up for the rest.
While he was buried, he started fucking my throat and I kept him in there. Then he let loose with a grunt and my throat was slicked with cum. His shaft convulsed and throbbed each time. With his cock spurting, the head and load hit the back of my throat and I had to try and swallow. He came out of my throat a bit, I breathed, swallowed and let him back in to finish emptying his balls.
After that HUGE load, we both stood up and my cock was coated in pre cum that I had leaked. He then asked if he would see me at a certain bar and I said maybe over the weekend. As we were leaving he said he was from back East and leaving in a few days.
Who knows, maybe I'll run into him and be able to share a second load with you all.
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