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To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I can't even take credit for this. RL tweeted the URL and it is just a nice, hot vid clip of two guys getting it on, on a train. What you see above is just a screen capture from the video - which you can view here. Yeah, they are hot guys. Yeah, they are NICE cocks. ...but fuck do I love public sex. I could so see me doing something like this and taking the risks. It'd be totally worth it. Totally! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I hate it when fucks go bust. I should always trust my instincts, but my dick and twitching hole always gets the better of me. I don't learn from my mistakes and I'm guessing I probably never will at this point. That whole - old dog/new tricks thing, and all. I also know writing this puts me deeper on someone's shit list, as I know he reads my blog. For the most part, he's one of the few who has had sex with me and knows about this blog (not that I pointed it out, mind you). But you guys also know, I tell the good with the bad. I'm not a blogger who only writes how hot and great his sessions are. That just seems unrealistic to me. But back to the post..... Years ago I fucked around with this guy and it just kind of dropped off. Yes, the posts are somewhere back there if you want to read them, but I won't point them out to you. You're smart, if you search the achieves you'll figure it all out on your lonesome. Anyway, he'd drop out of sight and pop back up here and there to basically torture me - not physically or anything, just mentally, if that. He was a good fucker - and I'll give him that. But on some levels we could not (or did not) connect. He'd seem interested and then drop me before we did anything. Or he'd contact me and then never follow-up. And I always let myself get drawn back in - most likely due that 'he's a good fucker' comment earlier. So for the last few weeks we've been doing the 'let's fuck' dance. And yesterday we made the attempt. I get to his place and he's there on his couch stroking his dick through his open 501s. It's still soft and surprisingly small when it is. But it grows to a nice size - no? Well my mouth helped it get to that size. I liked hearing him moan when I would make my tongue dance on the underside of the shaft. I find most guys really respond to it. While I was down there he muttered, "did you miss this?". I hated to admit it, but I did. When all aligns, his attitude and his cock can be very hot. Then it was on to ass eating. Him bent over his bed, me on my knees behind him. That's always been a big thing for him - and you all know I like to do it. The butt was a little funky, but nothing I haven't delved into before. He had a hard time just taking the ass licking/eating. Always with the clenching and pushing back. It's not like I was going anywhere - and I thought he wanted my tongue up there. "Just relax", I told him. And he did - for all of 30 seconds. He straightens himself up and says, "it's time for fucking". Thank god. This is what I was waiting for. Wanting. Needing. Then he says, ".....but I'm covering it." This bothered me for any number of reasons. We had never played this way before. Nor was playing raw ever up for discussion, so playing bagged wasn't even on the radar. Not only that, he clearly intended for bagged play, but in the dozens (yes, DOZENS) of emails he sent during the day - and even the weeks before that - it could have and should have come up. If he thought in not telling me, he was going to keep me there because I'm in such need, he was wrong. He lost control of the situation quickly. I said 'no'. He said, "I call the shots here". And I'm like, "no - not this time.". "Well stay and suck me." By this time, I had my suit jacket, my phone and keys. He said, "see ya". My response was, "no. no you won't." I might get played by guys like this for their needs, but I need something from it too. But I'm a strong willed and strong minded guy. I didn't get out of work early, travel across town to get that kind of fuck. It's not my thing. I hadn't even made it to the car when he called. I declined the incoming call and let it roll to voice mail. I don't know the exact wording of his message. Why I listened in the first place is beyond me. But it was almost identical to the email me left me a bit later: I guess all I can say is sorry. I'll make sure not to bother you any longer. Yes, he contacted me twice to tell me he wasn't going to bother me any longer. And now I had to drive home with his ass on my goatee. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here So, the guy on Monday be damned, I found what I needed and wanted – in spades. It was a good Wednesday. If you remember the greek/Italian daddy guy with the 8” thick dick I blogged about here and here, was up for another round. For a dick like that, I usually am too. After I prepped and left the office to go over, he called and asked if I would mind if two other tops would be there. I’ll assume the question was rhetorical, but I answered anyways. Affirmatively, in case you had a question. Daddy goes on to tell me that one has a 12” dick (yikes!) and one is a muscle guy with about 8”…maybe 7” (it was the latter). They were supposed to be there when I arrived. I was buzzed in and told the door was unlocked. I went in, not sure what to expect. Yeah, I’m kind of a slut, so the chances of me having been fucked by one of these guys was good – or at least knowing them. That would have to wait. I pushed open the door and it was just Daddy and myself. The 12” guy backed out and the other guy wasn’t there yet. No problems. To be fair, 12 inches sounds great in theory, but the assault on my ass………I dunno. Let’s face it, 12” is about 4-6 more inches than most guys have. It’s like double cock. I’ve had an 11”er before, but that’s another story. I stripped down and then Daddy did the same. I sucked his cock a bit – see? Then I ate his ass a bit – see? I smiled when he asked, “do you eat ass?” DO I? Again with what I assume are rhetorical questions. I answered, but this time just with my tongue. I was lying back on his ottoman and he was squatting over my face. It was a hairy ass but it tasted so great. Clean yet musky. All man. He loved how I worked my tongue up his tight top hole. You could tell there has never been anything more than a finger up there…if that. The buzzer rang and he released the entrance door five stories down. He came back to my face and that’s how the new guy found us. Some unknown to him – eating hole. He couldn’t see me. I couldn’t see him – partially because I had my face in ass, but I had also taken off my glasses when I came in and my vision was a little blurry. When I did see him, I was a little in awe. He was muscular, and smooth and blonde. A grown-up/aging surfer-dude. Most things that are not my type. He had a great body and a nice cock. I also knew him…or of him. I had seen him on ManHunt before, but one of those that seem to be unapproachable, so I never reached out….so to speak. “Suck his cock”, I heard Daddy say. I sat up and took this guy’s dick into my mouth and into my throat. He loved it. They were talking about my cocksucking abilities – like I wasn’t even there, which is perfect. Daddy then started playing with this guy’s chest. I mean, how could you not? He had a perfect chest and great nipples. Even I reached up as I was sucking to feel the entire upper torso. I pulled off and asked if he wanted his ass eaten, he was back around over my mouth in a heartbeat. He had a nice ass too. Great for eating. And smooth. The buns, the crack, the hole. It was like eating a 12 year old’s ass……..I’ve heard!!!! “Do you wanna fuck him?”, was the question from Daddy’s mouth. “Oh yeah”, was the response. “On all fours, boy”. So I got on all fours, or really bent over the ottoman so he’d have a good angle. Being the good boy, I never looked behind me. But what went in me was not the muscle guy’s cock, this I knew. Daddy pushed his fat cock up into my hole ‘to open me up’, as he put it to the other guy standing behind him. After I adjusted, it felt so good in there. Raw, oiled up and going deep. He knows how to open me up. But I knew he’d pull out and he did, but it didn’t take long to get refilled. Surfer boy needed some fluffing to get him harder and he snapped on a cockring, but after that he was good to go. I was butt up and hands down so he could come at me from behind. I would have loved to see his face while he was boning me, but that was not his preference and let’s face it, the way the scene was going, it was all about depersonalizing me. I was a place to put a cock. Or two. Surfer slid up into me with no problem. He wasn’t huge and he was tapered just right. The fact that big dicked Daddy went in first did not hurt – so to speak. Surfer was a good fucker. But I could also tell the pre-play had gotten him going – maybe too much so. I wanted it to last, but I wasn’t sure he could. He seemed very hot on the trigger. He’d push in and hold it there. He’d pull back and hold it. I think even the idea of pumping my ass would have made him explode. But there comes a time that just sitting there with a dick in you and no movement isn’t productive either and there isn’t always turning back the tide. I started using my muscles to massage his shaft. He responded. He would flex and he started moving again. He also told Daddy that he was so close. Daddy told him to just let it go. And he did. The pounding started and then the grunting. So did the spasming of his shaft. Many times one cannot feel himself being flooded with cum. This was not one of those times. I could feel it come out of him and into me. I could feel the warmth. It was more than warm actually, it was hot. He kept fucking instead of just burying the bone and unloading. But when he was done done – he then buried the bone to the hilt. As soon as he pulled out, Daddy was behind him. He wanted to feel that hot load as lube. He wanted to tag-team that hole. My hole. Their hole. Surfer stood there watching Daddy sink his big prong up my ass. “Niiiiiiiice” he said to Daddy. “Oh yeah, I feeling your load and pushing it deeper – it feels so good”. Once again, I wasn’t even part of the equation when it came to the conversation. Daddy fucked me and fucked me hard. There was little chance of him going off too early. He pumped. Surfer watched….for a while. He moved to start gathering his things, as one is apt to do after they ejaculate. Guys are guys and usually when they are done – they are DONE. When he went into the other room to get his stuff, I told Daddy to fuck me harder and to cum up my ass – especially while the other guy was still there. I wanted to make a show of it for the surfer stud. Gladly, Daddy pummeled my ass to get his sperm on. The grunting and groaning could be heard by Surfer in the other room who came back to watch. Daddy pushed Surfer’s cum deeper and then added his own. No words. Just grunts. From both of us. Surfer watched silently. Daddy ended up sliding out of me and I went torso/abs down on the ottoman while they talked about restaurants like I wasn’t even in the room. Surfer thanked Daddy and shook his hand. He never said what he was thanking him for, but let’s face it, we all know why he was being thanked. I wasn’t even acknowledged. It’s not a bad thing. It just was. The door was shut. I had a minute to compose myself before my boxer briefs were tossed my way. The message was clear. We were done for the night. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here No sex. Not yet. It's coming - and it's been coming for a few weeks. Me and a guy from the gym have been building up to it, of this I'm sure. I see him on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. He is a hotter, potentially older Italian male. And he has a big cock! Normally after my evening workouts I just head home, but he had a locker next to me and disrobed for a sauna. Even flaccid, this dick is mighty impressive. MIGHTY. ...and he saw me look. It's ok, I'm not that shy. So this last Tuesday, I planned to take a sauna and shower. As I was getting there, he was headed into the shower, so my plans changed and I hit the shower. We were the only two in there - and it is communal so no real privacy if anyone else came in. He'd soap and look at me. Each time he'd find me looking back at him. Our eyes didn't really meet as both sets were looking a bit lower. He was stiffening and so was I. Soaping. Tugging. Lengthening. Thickening. The door opened and someone else was coming in, so backs were turned into the spray and eventually I left to towel off - holding my towel to cover my expanding dick. Neither of ours got to full erection. If my estimates are correct, this man has 8 or maybe 9 inches. And it's thick. Double bonus. We chatted as we changed and walked out to the parking lot together talking about work etc. In the middle of it, he throws out "thanks for the show. for months i've been wondering what it looked like." I told him "you didn't see the entire shower" His reply? "neither did you!" We are now planning on play. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He had a mullet and a Suzuki Samurai – if that tells you anything. It was years ago, right around this time of the season. There was a park, or really an outdoor athletic facility that consisted of 42 baseball fields, which got converted into football fields in fall. Lots of intramural play happened here, but during the weekdays, it was nothing more than a cruising ground. There were “roads” that took you to whichever area of the park had the field you were looking for. Since multiple cars would show up to carry the amateur athletes, there were just places to park – whether to play or when I’d show up, to score dick. When there was sporting shit, there were tons of cars. When it was cruising, usually only a dozen or so were there – depending on day or evening. On this cold afternoon, you could count the cars on one hand. His being one. Mine being one. I went to this park quite often and had a usual routine. I’d scout out a site to park my car and see others driving around and they’d come check me out. It seemed to make more sense than trying sync cars as they continued to drive and drive. I used the same technique at a bookstore or bar. It’s not that I thought they should all come to me – that I’m that hot – it’s that if one is stationery it just makes it easier to connect. He pulled up next to me. Backed in even. I was that way too. It made it easier to see who was approaching, be it either a potential trick, or the law. There was the requisite nodding of the head to acknowledge each other and then the rolling down of the windows to make chit-chat in the ever-dropping temperatures. I was invited over. I accepted. Chat lead to dirty chat. That led to I’ll show you mine, you show me yours. That invariable led to his hand on the back of my head pushing me down into his lap. I gave little, if any resistance. No surprise. He had a nice body, a great face and a nice 7.5” dick. Thin, but still more than a mouthful. As it turns out, it fit nicely there – among other places. His hand still at my head, he used the leverage to hold me down to push up his hips. I met his thrusts, not that he was giving me much of a choice. Maybe he got off on the scene, I did, but in reality I had no intention of going anywhere. Considering our surroundings, I was surprised at the turn of events. Yes, my pants were open and down so I could play with myself. So were his – but so I could play with himself. For the life of me I have no idea how it happened. Sun had set so it was dark. This guy had me recline my seat as far back as it would go and somehow he got me on my belly. If you’ve been in a Samurai, they aren’t the easiest things to maneuver in. The gear shift is on the floor, neither of our pants were fully off, but before I knew it, he was on top of me pushing his 7.5” into my ass. I didn’t try to stop him. But in the back of my mind, I knew we were now facing away from any one who might approach. The car was still facing forward, but my ass was facing out and my face looking out the back window. It wasn’t a long fuck, but longer than you might think in that situation. 10 minutes maybe. It was hard. He was hard on me. The situation kind of lent itself to that. This was no, ‘how does that feel’ kind of encounter. This was, ‘I’m gonna fuck the hell out of that hole and flood that ass’. …and that is exactly what he did. Violent movements in and out of me until he just stopped. No words. No sounds. He just stopped moving and let it go into me – all his white liquid. Without a word he pulled out and rolled over to his drivers seat. And what he did next was priceless: as I was trying to get myself together, he reached over and opened my door. He was done with me. In every way. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He was in his late 30s – me, I was 16. Underage, but only by the letter of the law. At this point, I knew what I was doing and actively seeking it out. I was a resourceful guy and by the time I had my driver’s license, I had scoped out places to find dick. There were no adult bookstores where I lived, so they were a good 30-40 minute drive. But as often as I could, I made my way over to those places. Either I appeared older than I was, or the clerk looked the other way as he collected my $5 for entrance. I suspect the latter, as years later, I pondered to myself that I was more than likely good for business. Friday nights were the busiest – and most convenient for getting away from my house. As soon as I could get over the nerves of walking through that front door, the rest was a breeze. I think I’ve mentioned here that I always felt lucky to have experiences with MEN. Not boys. Never boys. And that it only occurred to me years later, that some of these men must have thought they were the lucky ones to be able to use a teenager. And make no mistake, they used me, but I used them as well. I was wise beyond my years. One night, I ended up leaving with this man in his late 30s. We went in his car, leaving mine behind. A foolish thing to do when I reflect upon it, but a 16 year old is run by hormones and hormones alone. Not a whole lot different than a 36 year old, I suppose….or 46….or 56. We’re pigs. Or at least we don’t think with our brains. He drove me to a deserted parking lot - one used by commuters to catch the train into town. But on a Friday night, the commute is over, the lot empty and black as pitch. It was there he violated me. Twice. Willingly, but still………. With both of us out of the car, on the passenger side, he had me turn face toward the door, so my body was against the door, my head looking out over the roof of the car. The penetration was slow and deliberate. It was only spit for lube and I had not experienced poppers yet – and would not for another almost 10 years. Outdoors, night, raw, spit – it was about as au natural as you could get. He continued to sink into me with soft and continual words of encouragement, but the reality was, he wanted in and the encouragement he was giving was for his own benefit. It’s so easy to see these things later in life. I probably knew then too, but it wasn’t at the front of my mind. The guy went in and bottomed out, pressing me between himself and his car. It didn’t last long, that first time – about five minutes before he told me he was going to cum and then proceeded to dump his nut in my teen ass. After a minute or so he slipped out and I was there with my jeans around my knees but not moving fast to get them back up and buckled. Even out here, for potentially any to see, I felt safe – with no good reason. He had put himself away. We chatted for a few minutes about what just happened. He chatted mostly. He asked my age, I lied. He asked if I liked it, I didn’t lie. He told me he loved it and how tight it was. I’d now like to know if he would have been more turned on if he knew I wasn’t legal or scared shitless. At the time, he was turned on by what he didn’t know. I went to hike my pants up and he stopped me by putting both hands on my shoulders. “Not yet”, he said. Without another word he turned me back to being against the door, my ass sticking out. Never hearing the zipper go down, I soon felt that is must have, as his hard dick was back at my hole. This time he needed less effort to push in me and took more time fucking me. The grunts were louder, the non-worded verbals were more frequent. The metal on the car was cold, his flesh was hot. The fucking got harder. Harder than when he started and a lot harder than the first go-round. He pounded me against the car – no one to see, no one to hear. He added his load to the first one. They co-mingled and stayed in me. This time he didn’t wait for it to slip out, he pulled out and zipped up. I got myself together too. I almost thought he might leave me there – a mile from my car, but he drove me back. I considered going back in to see who else was there, but I knew I had to get home – I had a curfew. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I think I just interviewed for the position of FuckBuddy. Formal, but not too formal – though we were both in suits, so kind of formal. And it was done over a meal. But I’ll back up a little. Remember the hot guy in the shower? Well on Tuesday night I had another encounter with him – in both the sauna and shower. No words, but 70% erections. Neither of us got to full mast, but what a sight that would have been. The gym was busier than I thought it should be, so I was trying to be discrete. As I was toweling off, still in the shower area, he rubbed my ass. His discretion was less so than mine. I went out to dress myself and he soon followed. As it turns out, his locker was right behind mine. He took his time dressing as I sat on the bench with his big fucking dick right in front of me. He knew it. I knew it. But where we were was not conducive to do anything about that – even for a second. We finished dressing at the same time and walked out together. He asked if I was free for lunch the next day and I accepted. Somewhere during this walk he disclosed his marital status (divorced) and that he knows he could never be in a relationship as he knows he is too selfish. Talk about a match made in heaven! He was setting me up for the reaction and he got what he needed: someone in it for the fuck. Lunch was nice and informative. We started on the topic of sex, a bit, deviated to daily life stuff: work, some history of each other and where we were coming from, and then as he said, ‘lets get back to the lurid’. Divorced with three grown kids, he looks great for a man who came out at 50 (which was six years ago), he is a recovered/recovering drug addict and alcoholic – but I suspect his cross addiction might be sex. Who am I to judge? He dated/lived with some guy for four years and decided he cannot be monogamous – it is not who he is. If he was looking for a reaction to see my disappointment, he’d get none. He got none. Like me, he does not equate sex with love – though he was careful not to say without emotion. This is a powerful Italian man. I think most of the things he does is done with emotion, on some level. But if he is selfish, I’m ok with it if that extends to the bed. Knowing what I know about him, he is used to being in charge and getting his way. And now he has a clearer direction of who he is and what he wants from life. I am one of those things. Yes….a thing. My words, not his, but I think the intent was clear. He mentioned watching me in the gym for months and wondering if, how and when to approach. I had seen him, but never would have suspected that he was gay, or that he’d be remotely interested in me. Fail on two levels for me. I got a big bonus when he mentioned how he thought I had a great body. I mean, he does, so he has an idea. Yes, I’ve been working on mine for months now, but the progress is too slow and gradual for me to see a difference. But someone did….or is talking bullshit to get what he wants. Right now it’s working for me. So it got down to some logistics. Not the ‘what are you into?’ shit – it never got to that. More like, dates, times, places we would and could do this. As it turns out, we got some BS out of the way, discussed the interest and viability for a potential partnership and if I was good enough to fill the position – so to speak. I make no bones about it – but this was an interview to see if I was the candidate of choice, both for him and myself. I think I’ve just been hired as FuckBuddy. There is no pay, but the benefits will be totally worth it. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here No - not me, but I'd gladly be on either end of this scene. The guy blowing the feeder is hot and better yet, the eater has a bigggggggggg cock. Twitter follower Dar474 sent this to me, so he gets the credit. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here In this town, it is so much easier to be a top. It is not where my natural tendencies lie, as you already know, but when push comes to shove, one does what one must to empty his nuts. Case in point - in the last week, I've had my cock sucked three times. THREE times. Suck job #1 - A guy I normally suck wanted to go down on me. I let him. He was ok, but nothing great. It was not to finish me off, just a break from me sucking him. I did go back to him, but for some unknown reason he pulled out and shot on the floor. "Did you want that in your mouth?" he asked. My response was, "when have I ever left here without it?" Oy. #2 was what I would call my regular cocksucker. Imagine - me, a cocksucker, having a cocksucker. He likes to play with my chest when he sucks me. I like it too. But he loves putting his hand in my goatee or taking his hands to feel my feet. If that masculinity stuff helps him, it's ok with me. I don't let him play with himself or get off when I'm there. I don't when I'm servicing guys, why should he? For as much cock as he sucks he should be better. He's ok but not really good. But he swallows my huge load - so there's that. The last one was this last Sunday. I went to a park - looking to suck. Alas, it was not to happen. It is the curse of having a big dick. The guy, who looked like a slightly deranged ex-military guy, was on the edge of the park almost waiting for me...or for some guy, who just happened to be me. We went down an all too familiar path that I've been on - literally and figuratively. He did have a great mouth. I never asked if he swallowed. I didn't give him the chance. That hand you see on the top of his head was for my control. And I did. I held him on it, and he swallowed. But I have to get back out there as a cocksucker. Soon. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here You all know I was hopeful. MORE than hopeful. Alas, it was not meant to be. My would-be FuckBud is just that - would-be. We attempted. We got together, but it just didn't click. I should clarify - it did not click for me. The guy called and I met him for "lunch". Or a matinee.....whatever you crazy kids are calling it these days. We went to his place during the noontime hour for a tryst. FAIL is kind of a strong word for it, but I can't imagine going back for seconds. He wanted to kiss, which I can be ok with - but he was a bad kisser. I'm a good one, if I say so myself. It didn't help that I think I detected three-day old beef & broccoli on his breath. Left over Chinese food-breath is not a turn-on. No, it is not. For his being 'selfish' (again, his word), it never, but should have, occurred to me that he might not be a top selfish, but a bottom selfish. But I was blinded by lust and hope and had these ideals of how I wanted to get laid. How I needed to get laid. The guy, for being newly out, is all (or mostly) bottom. UGH. I mean, it's a great scenario, if I'm the bottom, but you know me and being the top. I can do it, but it's not me - nor will it ever be. And for his cock that I thought would be huge since it was stiffening nicely, but not all the way up in the shower? Turns out that was it. No 8-9". A nice 7", but I can't say "STIFF". Apparently that is what a prostate biopsy gets you - a semi that can't really get off anymore. Oh, it's also almost TMI. But I guess it's nice to know that it wasn't me. The perils of being attracted to a man in his mid-50s. But one day I'll be there, but not yet. Not yet. Oh - and he isn't into reciprocation, so what little I sucked him, he couldn't even feign a moan. His sucking was subpar too. I think I provided a mercy feeding. I like the guy, but now I don't LIKE him. He used more hand than mouth - and hell, I can wet jack myself off. I assumed he wouldn't take my load either and he did........kind of. I shot a big load in his mouth and probably overdid it on the vocal theatrics. It probably sounded like I liked it too much. It probably gave him false hope. Oh - and he only held my load in his mouth and then and went and spit it out. He said there was too much to swallow all of it. So because of that he swallowed none of it? It makes no sense. Then afterwards, he wanted to process the entire thing. Man, did I call this one wrong. Do I have to go to the gym at different times now? More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here So today I was coming back from a noon-time workout at the gym and walking back to the office. Outside the office I caught sight of some guy who was having a cigarette and he caught sight of me. ...and you know how it is ........'that look'. The one where you just both know. He was ok looking. Blond brush cut, slim not bad looking. He walked in the building ahead of me and made sure I had seen him and where he was going. I did. The guy walked a maze of hallways, some of which I had never been to. I had definitely never been to the restroom he took me too. Out of the way, a partition that was between the urinal area and the actual door. So you could hear someone coming, though there would still be very little time to react if necessary. We both went to the urinals and unzipped. We both hardened in an instant. But you'd also know this guy was a 110% cocksucker. ....and he wasn't worth going to my knees for - because of his so-so cock and I kind of need my job. I didn't give a shit about his job though. He went to his knees and took my dick in his mouth. He was ok, but I could only smell his fucking cigarette breath and clothing. And his rancid cologne. Oh - and I think I've said before, the only thing worse than cigarettes are menthol cigarettes. It didn't take long. I didn't give him an option not to take the load. My big fucking load. He wasn't about to risk getting it on me or his suit. He swallowed it all, like a good boy. Then he got up to jack off at the urinal. I never looked back at him. I zipped up and walked out. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Honest to g-d, I have not abandoned this blog. The sex life has been nothing but me getting blowjobs which many of you just don't seem to care about when it comes to me. To be honest, they're not horribly exciting to write about either. You know my likes - and what i like it to get fucked. Raw. And I did. Finally. Some Kind of Spanish Daddy pumped my hole good for about 35 minutes the other night. But let's start from the beginning. He emailed and wanted me to come over and I wanted to be there. This time there was no third person, which was fine. Another one or two guys would have been more than acceptable, but since I have been weeks without it up the butt, I felt a little out of practice. As it was, I cleaned out at work and headed over. He was waiting for me with only pants on. Those were shed in a matter of seconds. I dropped trou along with the rest of my suit and soon we were standing face to face naked. This would be the point in the story I would normally drop to my knees or be forced to them, but that did not happen this time. He (still don't know his name) played lightly with my nipples, as he knows how much that turns me on and how much I say 'yes' when a guy does that. He made me put my arms at the back of my head so he could smell and lightly lick my damp pits. It felt nice. He also ran his hands ever so lightly down the sides of my torso, on my shaft, under my balls, across my taint and faintly touching my hole. Gentle and light touching can be as much of a torture to me and anyone tugging, pinching, groping and punching. Especially if I have to sit / stand there and just take it. The erotic feeling is overwhelming to me. But there was to be NO sucking this day. He turned me around and bent me over his trusty and ever present ottoman. Without prompting he told me he'd go in easy, as he knows it has been awhile since I've been penetrated. But 'easy' is all relative. The man is thick and he pushed in with little regard to how any guy below him might feel. Yes, I was able to take it, but believe it or not, as often as you read I get fucked here, I'm still somewhat tight. I guess that comes with no sex for one to two months. The way he did it, I would have pitied (for a second) the lesser experienced bottom. But I'm telling you - it felt GOOD! It felt right. It felt like it was totally needed - for both of us. He bottomed out soon - and then started pumping. He kept telling me to loosen up, as he thought I was too tight. I thought guys would like that, but perhaps not. I mean, I was trying to use those muscles to massage his cock, but he wanted an easier in and out motion for him. Not a sloppy fuck, but one easier to pump. He tried to make his point by lightly smacking my ass. He got positive verbal and non-verbal reactions from me - and a I'm sure a lightbulb went on over his head. He kicked it up a notch by really hitting my ass, full force. Still no negative reaction. I could only imagine (hope?) what his neighbors might hear if they were out in the building hallway. There was no way to disguise that sound. Either of ours. But after that, little sound from either of us. If nothing else, my experience with men tells me when to shut up and just take the pounding - and I did. The guy is good at fucking, I have to give him that. He did his job and I did mine. But he likes that concentration to take it to the edge and hold it there before going over. .....and I have to let a man do his job, right? After about 30-35 minutes of fucking (hey - I was bent over the ottoman, looking at his cable box with a clock on it), he pumped harder and faster. With little fanfare, he dumped his two-day old nut up my ass. His ass now, as he was marking it with his seed. I knelt there for a minute letting it stay up me: his dick and seed, before he pulled out. This time he insisted I shoot for him. This is not my style, nor did I really think it his. It was my impression he wanted a cumdump and them have them hit the road. I'm built for that. But to ensure I would be back, I flipped over and stroked my 8" and shot a healthy 8-9 day load on my chest and abs. He was slightly impressed. Maybe more so, but he wasn't willing to give that up to a fucking bottom guy. After that - he kicked me out. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Yay me! Hell - yay them! A few months ago was the last time I had sex with the Ass Eater. We tried hooking up, but our schedules never meshed. They finally did yesterday. Now instead of 10 minutes away, he's 30, but I went anyway. I like being on a roll. When I went in, he took me upstairs and directly into the bathroom. He wanted me to unzip my suit and piss in his mouth so he could drink it. I have no issue in doing such a thing, though I can't say watersports are at the top of my list, but I also wasn't truly prepared. I couldn't pull it off. I couldn't get a stream going. It didn't help that he had his great mouth on my dick and was making me hard while still trying to get my urine. Out to the bedroom we went for some ass eating. I stripped off the suit, except for my briefs. I made him munch on my hole through the briefs. I've never had that done before - and it actually felt extremely erotic. Even more so when he pulled that small patch of cotton to the side to lap at my hole. Nicely done. Soon, the briefs were off completely and his mouth was at my hole and crack....and balls and dick.......and eventually my taint. I still love having the taint lapped at. A feeling like none other. First he had me on my back, legs spread and up for him to eat my hole. I know it's bad form, but I sent a tweet that I was having my ass eaten. I got a lot of positive responses, so decorum be damned. Then it was me on my stomach to do some more eating. Then onto all fours for me. I got more tongue in the ass - and then my eight-incher taken into his mouth, from below. Being on all fours was his idea and for good reason, it turns out. I forget how quick on the trigger he was. He had been stroking himself since we were in the bathroom for my failed piss attempt. So he had been working himself for a while. I heard him say, "oh fuck, I'm so close...." and then he just BURIED his cock into my hole and pumped off his nut. No notice. No asking. No permission. Ok...ok.....not like I would have said "no", but the just doing it was completely hot to me. I could feel him pumping his load, which was a bonus. As quickly as he inserted, he withdrew. For a second, I thought he might go down and eat his load out of the hole, but I was wrong. Now all he wanted was to suck my dick....get my load....and show me the door. And all those things happened. He did have a great mouth but it took some concentration on my part to go over the edge. When I did, I shot big and held him tight. He wanted to pull back, but that wasn't going to happen. He took it all, but struggled with it. Not really my problem. Before I went, he was on his knees and I ran my cock over top of his head, leaving a trail of spit (his) and cum (mine). I figure if he left his mark in me, I could leave mine on him. More...

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To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I think I'm getting 2010 off to a good start. I mean, it's only the second day of the year and I've secured 6 loads. Six! Oh, and they were all in one day. Day one I kind of slacked and got zero. And all it took was $10 for admission to a sleazy bookstore. I arrived mid afternoon and the parking lots seemed nicely filled. Paying my cover, I went back into one of two sides that show porn - bad bad porn too. But I wasn't there for the flicks, just the guys watching them, or pretending to watch them. First booth I peeked in, there as a decent looking guy leaning against the wall facing the door, pubes shaved. He nodded at me, so I entered and knelt down. I immediately took his 6" cock into my mouth. It wasn't difficult to get to the base. He seemed to enjoy what I was doing. He muttered that he wanted me to use my hand too. But that was tough - as my fist was bigger than his shaft. I couldn't stroke and have my mouth on it at the same time. It probably took him 10 minutes of continual sucking for me to get his load. It was only worth it for the cum. I don't mind the work, but I'm not one to jack off a guy to get his nut. Clearly, my skills only go so far, if a guy insists on jacking off - but my guess is that's how he gets off with everyone. While I was down my knees, a number of guys came by the booth and watched. Did I forget to mention these booths don't have doors? One guy I had sucked a number of times before at his place and I heard him tell guy #1 that I was the best cocksucker there was - he patted my head as he said it. A nice touch. I found him next. Lloyd has a good 9". A FAT 9" too. And possibly the biggest balls I've ever seen. He was actually ready to leave when he saw me. He had already gotten off, but we ducked into another booth. He let his enormo-dick drop from his fly, which was totally hot. At first I forgot why I stopped trying to hook up with him, but as I sucked, I remembered all to clearly. Lloyd is a talker. Constant chatter. In full voice - which is kind of a no-no at a bookstore arcade. Asking about my job, my house, mutual people we know, and places where we've done it before. It's very distracting. But even though he had gotten off before, I will give Lloyd this - he delivered the biggest load of sperm I'd get all day. And not because the others were small. He had a HUGE load. Like a trooper, he zipped up and left, so I could go do other guys. The next guy was immediate. He was watching Lloyd feed me. This guy was maybe 5'7" and african-american. Nice body, and a nice 7" uncut dick. He had it out before coming into the booth - I was still on my knees. I went right to it. Worked with his shaft and foreskin for a good pleasure for both of us. He leaned down and said into my ear, "I'd love to eat your ass then stick my bare dick up it and breed you, but good!" Naturally, it is hard to do that there with no doors on the booths, but it was a great idea. Shortly after that, he shot a nice wad into my mouth. I swallowed. After that, I kind of had a lull. I walked around. I watched some bad porn. But there was a guy watching me watch porn and he came in, but before I could go for his cock he dropped down for mine. It was ok, but I wasn't that into it. That's not what I came here to do. Luckily, another guy walked in and opened his zipper. The guy sucking me turned his attention to him, but I could tell the second guy had eyes for me. Even when he did go down to suck the first guy, his gaze never left me. I think at first I would have rejected him, but as the first sucker really just wanted to suck, he moved on and left. Guy 2 sucked me a bit more before standing and showing me his cock. A nice SOLID 7" Rock hard, solid! I went down on him and he pulled out and started to cum, turning away from me. Grabbing him, I turned him enough to lock my lips on his head and take most of his load. At this point, he just grabbed my head and held it tight. Nice. Load #4 - and then he was gone without so much as a 'thanks'. From there, I was walking to the other group of video booths when I saw this guy walk in. Red down park and piercing eyes. I would say he was a former high school football player - and we caught each others eyes. I knew it then we'd do the deed....one of the deeds, anyway. Sure enough, he followed me into a booth in less than two minutes. He went down on me, but that was only for a little bit before he stood and put his hands on my shoulders. He didn't need to force because you know I'd gladly go down there. He had a good 7" dick, somewhat fat at the base. That man clasped my head and fucked my face hard. Loved it. As some point he reached up and played with my nipples. I won't really go over how much that turns me on to no end. He figured it out too. Soon his fingers were probing my ass....and I noticed that black guy who I sucked off and wanted to breed me was watching. But then I turned back to football guy and sucked him off. He wanted me to jack off, but I wasn't into losing my load that way. Not on the floor. It's a waste. Black guy came in and tried to suck me but he wasn't good. Both guys had me get up and turn around. Football guy egged black guy on to fuck me and he did get it up me, but we had drawn quite a crowd and both guys were not into that. Football guy completely left. Black guy told me to follow him to another less busy booth - no movie playing so it was black as pitch. There he bent down and ate my ass - and he did it well. Then he stood up and placed that uncut penis at my hole and pushed in - no resistance. He fucked hard and fast. He knew we shouldn't be doing that there, but he wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. His mouth near my ear, he made me ask for the load. I suppose he wanted to hear it, or absolve himself of any responsibility for a raw pounding. Then I got a second load from him - right up my ass. Actually, I left the booth before he did. I looked around for more, but found nothing. Then I came upon that guy tried to suck me with load #4. I let him suck me. What the hell. I was there for almost two hours and reeking of sex. I am not even sure I was fully hard when I came. I shot and shot, as I am apt to do. When I withdrew, I noticed a guy watching us. The sucker said, 'wow, that was a huge load'. I decided to be smug, but truthful, I replied, 'no, not really. not for me'. And I left. Yes, 2010 is going to be a good sex year. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Normally, as you know, I only write about sex encounters I have. You can probably count on 7 fingers how many posts I have done otherwise. But I thought I'd at least tell you of a somewhat erotic (and yes, only somewhat) thing I did yesterday. A nude photo shoot. A professional (type) one. I came across the guy on ManHunt - saying he was a professional photographer...blah blah blah...and into yoga. I just messaged him and told him how I thought nude yoga photos would be interesting and the conversation went from there. The idea was to do just that: nude yoga photos. I have been doing yoga for almost a year and am by no means great at it - at least not technically. And had either of us thought this through, we would have known to get really really good pics of this, one would need to have almost perfect form, which I do not. It did not help that the coloring of the background and mat were all wrong and that being in different positions, mostly with the head facing down, made my face and head all red. The combination was just bad. But first the set-up: "Antonio" and I had this arranged for weeks. He'd do the photos of me for free, not giving me access to all, but taking 6-10 of the best, tweaking them and giving them to me, in lieu of not only payment, but for his ability to use others he takes for his portfolio to entice new clients. I was game. About a week before, he emails me and says he has invited his friend "Kevin" to assist. Kevin is a 5 or 6 year yoga student and fellow artist - and would I mind if he was there to help position me and be basically an art director. I like an audience, so I said sure. I got there on time, as did Kevin. The plan was for 2-3 hours of set-up and shooting and it did take that long. I don't know how models do this, as it is a tedious process of checking positioning and lighting. Austin Powers made it look so easy! Actually, it probably could have been easier, but the dynamic of two friends and one nude stranger made it a little weird. In sex, I'm somewhat used to guys (if it's a 3 way or more) talking about me like I'm not there. Not so much in a situation like this - not that I've been in a situation like this before. As a photography subject, I was clearly not a person. At first I was a conduit to art. Yes - art! That was the plan with the yoga pics. But like I said, I think all three of us knew they weren't working. Some of this series did turn out and in an arty form, but I can't say that most were traditional yoga poses. It was more of a look at muscles and most of them in my legs. It is possible or probable that since the yoga ones were the first pics, that I was not loosened up to the situation - and I don't mean the exercise portion of it all. I just mean mentally. I thought I was. I felt I was. That is until I saw some of the pics. I was ok, but nothing great. After the yoga stuff, they changed backgrounds from black to white and we went into more what I would call standard naked poses: wife beater, hoodie, baseball cap. At one point we tried the open robe concept but Antonio never even snapped one shot before he rejected it as a bad idea. I agree. At one point, I had a wife beater, the hoodie and a tie on. I looked like a porn version of a Harry Potter movie. So why was this erotic? I mean, no sex was done or performed. But being watched and them talking about me was kind of a thrill. Being there with my junk hanging, or beginning to stand, in front of them was hot. Them talking about my ass, legs and look (when it was all working, of course) was completely affirming. I was not used to it. And something in the tones of their voices talking about me was about a half-step away from what might turn into sexual. I never got fully hard, but hard enough where they definitely liked the cock I was sporting - not that I had anything to do with that. I can work on the abs, chest, arms and legs all I want, but the dick just came with me when I was born. During part of the shoot, I had the hoodie jacket partially off, with the arms bunched close to my wrists and my hands behind my back. The two thought it looked very passive or submissive. I couldn't disagree. Kevin thought it would have been a good idea to bind my hands behind me and take pics like that - and no one disagreed that a bondage shoot would be out of the question. In all we took almost 300 shots. Then for an hour the three of us narrowed it down to about 30. If it were me, I would have kept them all and used maybe only a fraction of that, but the rejected ones went into the trash. Hey, I'm sure they take up a lot of hard drive space. But once again, now it was weird for the two of them to be assessing me and addressing body image issues while I just sat there. Now and again, they'd ask me if I though one shot or another was an erotic shot - and it is hard to answer when the subject is you. I have seemingly no perspective on it and not sure I could separate myself enough to be objective. Clearly, there were a few shots I really liked, and some I liked that no one else did - but it wasn't my shoot, it was Antonio's. If I liked it and they didn't, it still went into the trash. So, the thought process wasn't completely different than sex with me and a good top. I will get the pics soon enough. While they won't be photoshopped a lot, there will be some cropping and tweaking of contrast and such. I will get the 5-10 shots, whatever comes my way, and depending on which he has chosen, and what I like, I might post some of them here. Or, I might crop them myself so I can show some of them here. I'm proud of what I did. I liked what I did. I just got an email from Antonio asking if I would be up not only for the bondage shots, but to do a full shoot of me in a suit and the series would be of me disrobing. I said yes. More...

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