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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight my sweet potent cum was wasted on a towel… but damn, it was fun: an hour, hour and a half with a handsome little 5'6 critter: sweet hairy little body; rather swarthy, Mediterranean face; unusually big hands (why is that so fucking hot?); nice salt and pepper beard; aquiline nose, intense eyes, stark manly eyebrows. Nice thick tool, actually, big fuzzy nuts. Liked a light touch, especially on his ears, but constantly offered the side of his neck for me to gnaw on while I mimed fucking the stuffing out of him with my hips. Bottoms: show a top what you want nonverbally but sexily like this. My dick swelled every time he did it and I couldn't keep my mouth off him. We had intense, fantastic chemistry. We both agreed we'd have to fuck for real in the future. But he has always been very clear about his desire for safety, and I admire the fact that he wasn't scared off by my equal and opposite clarity to get as much of my anatomy and body fluid inside him with nothing between us as possible. He was still willing to do what we could together to have a good time, and so I figured I should be willing to meet him halfway. His body was built for a bigger guy like me to fucking pummel into the mattress. He's the rare dude I'd totally be willing to rubber up for. But I wonder how many other awesome experiences I'm missing out on because I always insist on getting my cum or naked dick in a dude? It's a dilemma. He sucked me with a very light touch, about as light as you can get before it becomes useless and frustrating, which was a very nice tease. He liked to lay on his side so he could fist his fat tool easily while my own tool snaked in and out of his mouth. This gave me an awesome view of his extremely exciting, manly little body, his dark patches of hair, the swelling muscles of his chest, the black black triangle of pubes, the rigid thigh muscles. His buzzed scalp felt extremely erotic under my hand as I cradled his head in my hands, submitting completely to his pleasuring. When he had me hard as a rock, I flipped him on his back unceremoniously and pushed his legs apart with mine and ground my dick into his. He was extremely gooey with precum and my dick felt nonstop thrills sliding through that. And he curled into me and whimpered with pleasure at being on his back, pinned down by a bigger man who is intently sexually attuned to the allure of his body. We made out and held each other and just that motion, rolling hips against arched, hungry little body, was so much fun, so much fun, GOD I love sex. He was shy about me eating him out at all, begging off because "I just came from work and I don't know…" Well, there's only one way to find out. I slid down between his legs and sniffed his pubes and licked the skin alongside his balls and slowly worked my way down to his crack. Everything was fine. It was mine to eat. And I ate the fuck out of it. And his asshole accepted my tongue like it was a small wet dick. I flipped him over so I could hike my arms up under his thighs and get a big face full of ass and free access to his swinging, heavy nuts and meaty, oozing dong. I told him I had to fuck him next time and he said, "Oh God." And I snacked for as long as I pleased. And it was awesome. And then I went around and fucked his skull, holding him by his sensitive ears as he was still on all fours from the rimming assault, and he yelped a tiny yelp each time I thrust into him. And then I slid down beside him, six to nine, and we sucked each other's dick. His seemed to lose hardness as I did this; he must be awfully bottomy! I give pretty good head but maybe he is one of those dudes who are uncomfortable with attention paid to their bone. Whatever, it felt good in my mouth, I liked his fat dickhead and meaty shaft. And those big fat huevos! I took one into my mouth and sucked and sucked, eyes wide open admiring the hanging muscle of his thigh, the rough hair on all the curves and valleys of his groin, that fat tubesteak lying right below my chin. And then he sucked MY nut into HIS mouth. I don't know how it's possible for a big whore like me, but this was something new: suckin a dude's sack while he sucks mine! And it seemed like maybe it was new and exciting for him, too, because I felt his dick stiffen alongside my bearded cheek. We had the cradle of each other's manhood cradled gently in our mouths, and I felt his dick rustling beside me like an awakened puppy, thickening, lengthening, hardening. My own dick instantly pulsed to its full hardness. Nothing makes me harder than making another guy hard. I actually thought he was willing to swallow, but in the end he said no, so I got him on his back again, where I could admire his body, and rub myself against it. I held his neck in one hand, his thigh and asscheek in the other, and fucked against him, staring at his sexy form, longing to be inside him, fantasizing about soaking his insides with my ejaculate. When I passed the point of no return, I reared up quickly, and just got into position when the first squirt came out in a kind of indistinct spray, white droplets flashing in a swarm between our bodies, something I found disappointing but which made him say, "Wow!" The next one was a long thick rope of jizz that shot out of me and splatted on his chin, right beside his mouth, before the other end had even cleared my the cumhole of my dick, seemed like, an arc of viscous sexual fluid connecting us in the air. A beautiful jet of sperm for him. He was a little shocked at that one-- close call, almost went in his mouth, so he kept it closed tight-- but at this point he was beyond words and beating off hard himself. More thick gobs sprayed all over his torso. I wiped the big splat of my genetic code off his handsome chin, and I guess he liked the feeling of my fingers running through the slime, because he ran his own through a big gob on his shoulder, and slapped it on his dick. That is extremely exciting (and, I've heard from sex clinics, extremely unsafe, so that is ironic). And with me slathered all over his turgid sex organ, his face became a mask of determination to get off good, get off hard. This is an interesting moment during sex, isn't it, tops? I would say a large majority of the dudes I get with don't cum at all-- don't even seem interested in cumming. Of the ones who do want to get off, maybe a third seem to have a hard time, as if they're on the spot and can't perform. You never know what to do. Touch them here, touch them there? Hold their nuts? Finger their asshole? Kiss them? Stroke their nips or whatever else was turning them off during all your sweet sweet lovemaking? Or just sit there and watch going "Oh yeah man give me that cum man YEAH" like a porn star with a loose brain stem? I opted to just stroke the sides of his little body up and down, and run my hands through his rough pubes behind his fervent fist-pounding, and just watch his face run through its grimaces of pleasure. A lot of guys get very excited when you play with their pubes when they are close. Who knows, everyone is different. I wasn't doing anything special when suddenly every muscle tensed up in his body like he was in some kind of sexual electric chair, and his face lost its soft personality and became a knot of animalistic tension on a red, bulging neck, writhing back, and he shot hard, thin, grey, watery loads all over himself to mix with my fat milky ones. He was a fuckin mess! I got him a towel, half moistened, to clean up with. And I laid beside him and we talked for a good while, maybe 20 minutes, about where he lives out in New Jersey, about fixing up our places, about dead little towns in the Hudson Valley and upstate that have amazing housing stock where rednecks live, with refrigerators and dead furniture piled up on the gingerbread-festooned porch under the sagging, once-majestic turret. We talked about great architectural salvage places along Route 9 and about the changes in the neighborhood I live in. I stroked his body while he talked and he stroked mine while I did; it was a nice friendly intimate moment in the little circle of light cast by the bedside lamps in the dark, cold room. I love a guy who is not uncomfortable after sex, wants to be a full person with me, wants to savor a little bit our time together. Then he got dressed, collected his BRIGHT YELLOW HARDHAT, which somehow I had missed on the way in-- he's an architect and was at a job site-- and he took his cute little body on home. I will have to give him another spin… but there are so many other asses to fuck, and some of them want me him them with no barrier… ah. It was a great ending to the day. I was supposed to fuck the Handsome Fuckboy again today; he seemed real and enthusiastic, a couple of days ago when we set it up, but then ignored my texts until just now, as I was writing this. But I had a backup to him-- another young fellow who I could have hooked up with last night but the train wasn't running. He texted me this morning, during an appointment when I couldn't get back to him right away, apparently still hot for my dick, but then also stopped responding to my texts soon after I freed up. And I even had a backup to HIM: a guy who hits me up on Scruff every couple of weeks, saying charming things like "I am on my bike in your neighborhood, do you want me to suck you off?" and "Please eat my ass out and fuck me" and-- today-- "I need sperm". But he also vanished before anything could be set up. I was about to give up on the bottoms of the world, and got a cup of coffee and bought Hilton Als's new book and was reading it in a hipster-infested coffee shop when I noticed, during chapters, that today's cocksucker had just silently viewed my profile on Manhunt. I asked him if he wanted to suck some dick tonight, and he wrote back instantly saying yes where do you live, and I wrote back telling him to text me for the address, and he instantly said hi in a text, and I gave him the address, and within 20 minutes he was on his knees with his tongue straining towards the tube of pulsing veiny meat hanging out of my fly. I like my sex life lately, things are looking up again. Thanks, gods of sex, for the bounty you bestow on me. I'm happy to sacrifice the occasional load for your continued benevolence. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here I wouldn't be so silly as to declare any one bottom as the greatest of all time. There are a great many hot bottoms who have since retired from the business, and some who have also departed forever to that great porn studio in the sky, who still and will continue to delight millions well into the future, thanks to a fabulous and wonderful technology that is now largely taken for granted. A hot bottom is a joy forever. Jon King...we salute you..and will never forget you. But in the fantasy that is porn there is one unwritten law; all hung black porn stars are tops. Investigate the record of hits on the internet searching for black tops/white bottoms and you will find numbers that trend to infinity. White tops on black bottoms...uhm...let me get back to you. Such is the mystique of black dick, so deeply ingrained into western Euroamericana psychosis, compounded by racialism and wishful thinking. Talented black bottoms are getting fucked and giving pleasure every hour of the day and it's mostly under the radar. That's all the more reason to call out Mr. Vann Williams, one of Black Breeders' super talented porn stars, functioning mostly as a bottom, and taking load after load of black cum. You can check out this manly, bearded stud on the Black Breeders website, and for you cheapass mutherfuckas, Black Breeders posts its generous teasers (usually 1min59 sec in duration) on Xtube. If there's another built, bubbled butt, masculine black bottom taking miles of thick black dick, I've yet to see him. Until then, Mr. Vann is the man. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here You know the kind of guy I mean. If he's not all talk and zero action, then his talk is exaggerated at best. And I fell for it - hook, line and sinker. Don't get me wrong, "Mark" wasn't horrid or anything, he was just fair. Of course, I built up a few weeks worth of text up in my head as a guy being better than he is. Oh yeah - weeks of text. He was the master of never following through or something suddenly coming up. Or that, I'll text you tomorrow and we'll set a time.......and then tick tick tick....and all of the sudden he was unable to reply to your messages. You get the drift. But there we were - finally. His picture were much better than the actual being. He looked like a down and out Danny McBride. ...and not in a good way. He had been claiming 8" and he was off by at least an inch. It was nice, but not eight. And for all his skills that he had, he was, again, fair at best. The man was maybe an inch shorter than myself - possibly two. But he couldn't get an angle to work bending over the desk. I get that. So down on the floor we went. Due to his texting, I thought the man would have a foul mouth, but he did not. It was just a quiet fuck and he hammered away. If he felt good doing it, I have no idea. It was ok for me, and I'd say nothing to write home about - but here I am, writing about it. In a way, I'm glad to have it off the table. I don't have to feel the need to respond to his texts right away - hoping to get a piece. I might be surprised if either of us texts each other again. As you know, it's as much about the hunt as it is the kill. There was no kill. I'm here to live another day and to tell another story or two. And I think you'll REALLY like the next two. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight I fed a big wet pulsing load to a painfully cute guy. There's cute and then there is cute; some guys anyone would think were cute, and then some guys were made cute specially for me. This was that kind of guy. A little dorky but also very manly, big nose, handsome beard, handsome hairline, deep eyes, beautiful neck (it's a real thing for me), big hands despite rather spindly arms, strong hairy legs, a nice-framed torso that is not gym-sculpted but merely built on great bones. And speaking of bones… his wang was something ancient Greeks would build a statue of and worship. At least two inches longer than mine, straight as an arrow, at most a fraction of an inch thicker-- so that holding them together and jacking them made us look like twins-- beautiful fat hairy nuts. But just a huge fuckin dick. The drawback was he's 6'2, which is typically way over my height limit except for oral service, and he insisted online over and over on getting fucked and seeded. The height and his pictures were not doing it for me-- he looks nothing like them, except the first public one; the others were kind of weird and not flattering. The gigantic tool was not prominently featured. He demurred when I asked for a rear view so I had no idea what I'd be working with. I really wanted to get off, and the guy I was supposed to fuck tonight bailed on me, so I was horny and frustrated. I kept trying to steer him to the servicing proposal, but he just really wanted to get fucked. Other guys that I really would like to fuck for sure were hitting me up but not being as solicitous. I wavered and knew I would suffer if I didn't take a sure thing. So I made a deal: if he sucked me and kissed me real nice, I'd stick it in him and juice him up at the end. This seemed to satisfy him. He wanted to take care of a few things and then take a shower before I left, "30 minutes max," so I prepared to be flaked on. But he also asked for more pix, which I sent-- a bunch of juicy cumshots that I hoped would keep him interested. He sent back some doughy, uninspiring pictures of himself that showed his dick but again did not showcase its MONSTROUS LENGTH AND FORMIDABLE BEAUTY. And then, a bit later, he told me he was ready right when he said he would. So I drove over. And instead of the ass fuck he insisted we do, I got a mind fuck instead. But oddly, I wouldn't class this as a failed encounter… just a weird one. When I arrived at his glittering new hotel, inexplicably located on a tawdry, sooty block in West-Anus-By-The-Creek, Queens, he opened the door to reveal a face that radiated a natural handsomeness. He looked absolutely nothing like his pictures, barely even recognizable. I wondered if they were not even him, though after we had sex and were lolling around in the afterglow I broached the topic, and he acted horrified and embarrassed and insisted that they were him. Odd. But I was completely taken aback, and hugely turned on by the idea of this dude working on my meat. His body was trim and cute in a tight pair of jeans, nothing like the doughy mess in the pictures. He turned to lead me into the room and his ass showed up very shapely in the jeans. I reached out to appreciatively manipulate a cheek while he walked away from me, chatting all the while about whatever, and it made him stop and turn and say, rather awkwardly, "Well, hello!" I apologized and said I just had to admire it some. I thought it might mean he was one of those guys who needs to talk and get-to-know first before the clothes come off and everything. So that was OK, I can roll with that. But it was kind of the first of a series of awkward hitches. He finally turned and faced me and we kissed a little bit. As predicted it was really uncomfortable; I just don't like kissing up to someone that much taller than me, it feels almost cosmically wrong. But his breath, I noticed, was intoxicating, as was the scent of his skin, which was sliiiightly scented with something not at all offensive, but also let through the clean, masculine scent of his warm skin. "So are you OK with the 6'2 now?" he challenged me; perhaps I'd hit a nerve when I'd told him online that I wasn't much for fucking tall guys. "Well, you could get on your knees and you'd be a lot shorter," I said, and he laughed, and I moved to pull out my dick, saying, "And I could let this out for you to work on." But he actually wasn't having it. Instead, he said something amused and dismissive, kissing me again, and then saying, "You're kind of a shit-talker, ain't ya?" I laughed, deciding he was not my typical google-eyed submissive bottom, but now I was standing there with my dick in my hand. I decided to pull back a bit and we just made out more, still standing at the foot of the bed, and he kissed very nicely but that SCENT coming off him, and being exhaled from his lungs, had me hardening in the open air. I could feel him responding in his pants as well-- and that was when I got the first hint that he had an anaconda coiled in his underpants. This only made me harder. To help things along a bit, he conspicuously did not kneel, but sat at the edge of the bed-- a position I actually loathe for cocksucking; it's incredibly inelegant and awkward-- and just held my dick and kissed me more. At this height it was much more pleasant for me to make out, and the warmth of his hand on my meat was very arousing. After a while I took it on myself to just peel most of my clothes off, and he followed suit much more slowly, until we had him in nothing but a pair of slick lycra boxer briefs with that monster prick snaking beautifully to the side under that slick fabric. His behavior, except for the kissing, reeked of awkwardness and discomfort, but the dick don't lie, he was turned on. I like a guy who tends to follow my lead, so I think I was being awkward too. But we were both awfully excited. It actually took a bit of maneuvering to even get us to the bed, with him underneath me, and our dicks aligned, mine sliding thrillingly alongside that warm, heavy sack of nuts he had. He even resisted my typically very effective way of spreading a bottom's thighs with my own and having him hitch them over me so I grind into him just right. For someone who really wanted to get fucked, he was awfully resistant to getting himself in anything like a dick-taking position. He still hadn't sucked me. It felt very much like having sex with another top, especially with that tight straight leg thing, no hint of exposing the asshole to vulnerability… except that even most tops give in and go with my desires. Very, very odd. But he was so cute I just went with it. And he again said, "So are you rethinking tall guys now?" I looked him in the eye, and made a wry face, and said, "I can forgive a lot for a cute face. And you have a very" *smack* on the lips "cute face". He smiled hugely, but was still awkward enough that when my gaze on his face lingered too long or was too intense, he had to wink, or say a little something. But I soldiered on. He finally blew me a little, and it was very nice, but quite aggressive with a lot of hand work. But it finally had him exposing his naked ass to me. He had an unexpectedly thin waist, narrow hipbones, flat hairy stomach, and beautifully swelling buttocks rising from below. I instantly slid off the bed and put my face in them. And at this point he finally seemed to let loose a bit. He pushed his ass in my face and moaned with pleasure at every new spot I ventured to lick, particularly liking being licked where the root of the penis joins the nut sack, a typically sensitive spot that I fuckin love to suck on and tongue. His bone was hard enough to cut diamonds. And I sucked it some, I had to. Suck some, suck the nuts, lick the taint, tongue the hole, chew the cheeks, around and around. My own dick, as soon as I tasted his, was like a ramrod. At this point most of the awkwardness was gone, except that whenever I told him I wanted something, he simply refused to comply. And at one point-- he was the kind of guy who randomly starts taking during sex, but didn't do it enough to make it very annoying-- he said, a little mockingly, "You're so DOM." "I can't help it," I said, "I was born this way." He laughed but continued to ignore me and do as he pleased. Again there was just such an intense attraction there that I kinda didn't care. As time went on he was more and more able to look me in the eye without flinching or winking, just look at each other deeply. We 69ed, which was amazing; I somehow took that monster all the way down to the nuts and held it in my throat while he worked me dick in his own way-- holding his hips, gazing helplessly at his hairy balls, his hairy belly, that fat fuckstick right in my face. I ate his ass more and fingered it and it was liquid and opened. I wanted to fuck him for real now, I really, really wanted it. I positioned him to take me. And he became extremely awkward at this point, and said, "Let me pee first." I have had this request before, so it didn't faze me too much. I just asked, "How are you gonna pee through THAT," gesturing to the lead pole sticking out of his groin. "I'll just piss in the sink," he said. "That's one benefit of being 6'2!" He went in the bathroom and I laid back in the bed, luxuriating in the anticipation of plowing this handsome hung dude silly. He took a good bit of time. When he came out, he was soft again, and I was getting there myself. And from this point on, his truculence was very, very distracting. He sucked my dick some more and his pole was hard again right away. But he really didn't want any direction from me, even to slow down a bit because he was using his hand to much and made me feel like I would cum before I was even hard again. His resistance was killing my buzz, which made me less and less hard. And then he got on top of me and positioned himself like HE would plow ME. I went along with it, a little amused, but he could tell by how my dick was reacting how far this was going to get him. We fooled around some and I tried to get him in position to eat his ass again. But he would not budge. Instead he kept positioning me again like a bottom, poking me with his huge prong. "Well, this is a real switch-up, isn't it," I deadpanned when he'd done this. My dick was like, gone. He laughed and let me go from the wrestling hold he'd put me in. "I'm just trying to make your dick hard!" he said. "The best way for that to happen is to let me eat your ass again," I said, kissing his still very handsome face. He demurred. I frankly said I was surprised; online he'd been all about getting fucked, and now he was acting like he wanted to fuck me. "Well, it might be nothing, but I feel my stomach growling, and I think maybe it would not be a good idea." I said it was fine with me if we did what we'd been doing, but that it's a huge turnoff to me to get fucked for sure. We stood up and faced each other, and stood at the window, looking at the Queensborough bridge lit up right outside. I wondered if this was going to totally kill the mood. I desperately wanted to plow him now, and he was turning into RoboTop. But he folded into me and we kissed and touched each other; both of our dicks were soft now. But he felt so good. I just ran my hands over his body, and occasionally hefted his soft but very heavy meat and ample nuts. It was nice. He was fuckin weird… but it was nice. "Well," I said, "I guess there's nothing left but for me to work on this, then." And *I* dropped to *my* knees and sucked his meaty dick, which got a bit harder but not a ton. But it was so awesome in my mouth that my boner reappeared, like, instantly. And this excited him, and he pulled me back onto the bed and we resumed our humping and 69ing and, occasionally, just staring into each other's face and stroking our dicks. His behavior was completely at odds with his very frank, obvious attraction to me. I have no accounting for it. But I wanted to get as much out of his beautiful face, dick, and skin as I could. So, somehow, two hours passed. Whenever he got me close, I told him not to make me cum, and that's the one command he would obey. "I really want to taste your cum," he said. "We can fuck next time. This time, I want to taste it." I knew he was just visiting, and didn't know if it was even possible for there to be a next time. But I figured this is how it's gonna be. So after the fourth or fifth approach to the edge, I told him, "You gotta suck it outta me now, man, I'm gonna go crazy." And finally he obeyed me, positioning himself between my thighs so I could admire that long, elegant back, that thick handsome straining neck, that beautiful face all full of my meat, and he brought me to the edge, all on display for me like that, and then I was squirting in his mouth. He clearly loved it and lapped it up and kept me cumming and cumming. "WOW," he said, "you weren't kidding; you came a LOT." Two hours of edging will do that, son. I pulled him up beside me and kissed him and stroked his body. He wanted to cum too and I wanted to see that beautiful organ shoot. We made out and he lost all inhibition; his face was completely open and full of overwhelming pleasure as I touched his body, held the base of his mile-long dick while he fisted the end-- a real two-hander, it was-- and then fondled his nuts or his hip or his thigh. And when he got close, he sat up, straddled me, put my dick near his butt, and, sitting atop me, made himself ejaculate beautiful fat ropes all over his looming torso. It was an extremely impressive sight. There's nothing like a big handsome guy with a big handsome dick and a big handsome torso shooting a big handsome load up in the air all over the place. Pretty fantastic. I got a bit of it on my body but didn't mind. He collapsed down beside me and we talked a bit about where he is from and what he does-- he is flight crew for an airline and typically doesn't lay-over in NYC. He had actually said, during a lull in the sex earlier, that he really liked being with me and, "Maybe, next time, we could, I dunno, have some dinner." I was taken aback at that point, not wanting to explain that I was hitched, that was a bit much, and wait, aren't you just sucking my dick and waiting for me to cum in you? Now in the afterglow, I felt like I should say something, about not being single. We were affectionate and intimate and I kinda didn't want to spoil it. He was so handsome and saying nice things about me. All in all, a very weird, off-kilter experience. Slowly I got dressed and we talked about nothing much, his job, NYC, my foot which is in a soft brace. I couldn't keep my hands off him and we kept kissing and touching. In the comfort of the afterglow, I finally asked, "Are you normally a top, or what?" He insisted he was completely versatile. "You have extremely toppy energy," I said. "I thought I was gonna get raped tonight." He laughed and said he was just kinda feeling things out. I didn't take it all too much to heart… it was odd but pleasant and the time had flown. I said my goodbyes and inhaled his intoxicating scent one last time. If I were single, what would these experiences be like, I wondered? When I *was* single I had no confidence and often wilted completely in the presence of very cute guys, almost unable to perform. A friend once told me that a lot of behavior I get from sex partners that I can't understand might stem from my intensity, my affectionate attentiveness, which for someone who is alone and hungry for that, is much different than it is for me, comfortable and safe in my relationship every night, and just doling out the kind of sex with strangers that I happen to really, really like here and there. Maybe this guy was keeping the fuck as a trump card to see me again. Maybe I came on much stronger than he is used to. Who knows. When I got home, I did email him, and tell him that I felt bad for shooting him down, and told him I wasn't single. And that I wouldn't mind getting together again and yadda yadda. We'll see what happens, if he replies or not, if I ever fuck him or not... More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Guys are like music - you notice the good ones (men and songs) and you notice the really bad ones too. It's the mediocre that no one gives a second look. The guy with no distinguishing features that you just pass by and never think 'what if'. I'd argue that most of us do it - including the mediocre guys themselves. Had he provided pictures, I might have passed. But the stats were ok. 44, 5'10", 190, 7 thick inches. No shabby. He didn't mention that 30 of those lbs were his gut alone. He didn't mention pasty white and a second chin - one that was only accentuated by his weak goatee growth. And I was less than hopeful for his truthfulness in cock size when he arrived, stripped and sported maybe - maybe!!! - 1.5". Doing my oral duty - though that was not either of our end game - he did eventually spring nicely to almost 7.5" and yes, he was thick. I need to be more patient with growers. I immediately jump to the almost standard gay classified lie of adding 1-2" to their dick size. True to our discussion, he used sucking to get him hard, but other than that, all he wanted was hole. Mine. First it was all fours. He was thick and I felt every inch of girth. He had enough lube, but he wasn't really skilled at the art of penetration and repenetration. Maybe his mediocre looks held him back at gaining experience - I don't know. And you know guys, you can't tell us anything. So he wasn't taking direction well. Or even listening. When he'd pull all the way out, he'd miss the my hole by a good inch, but just kept jabbing a non-entry point. I'd have to reguide him to his destination. But even when he was in, he basically sawed more than fucked. He clearly did it only for his pleasure - which I totally get from a top. He just wasn't that nuanced. While trying to talk to him during sex, because I like the dirty talk, I asked if he had a big load. He replied he did - then went on to say he had not come in weeks. WEEKS? I replied. He affirmed that. Not even jacking off due to some pinched nerve. He then wanted me bent over a desk, which was good for me, but he had more problems with that position so it was back to the floor, on my knees, but this time, my shoulders to the floor - ass WAY up. He liked this better and that was ok. Overall, I'd say the fuck took about 20 minutes, but without much warning he told me he was going to blow. And did he. I could feel the pulsing of his cock, but more importantly, I could feel the warmth of his load as it spread through my guts. I loved how he stayed in and didn't immediately pull out like many do. He let me milk him - every drop of him, or at least most of them. Maybe the poor guy needs some experience. Maybe I should help him out with future visits. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I sexed up and cum-glazed the sweet hairy little body of a very cute latin dude in an intense session that was just ridiculously fun. While most guys clearly expend considerable efforts making their online photos as attractive as possible (me included), this guy was definitely underplaying what he had to offer, except for the big fat upward-curved, rock-hard dick in one of the pictures. I've been very cocksucky lately, and really just wanted to get off this today, so when he hit me up really early this morning, I thought hm, at the very least I can suck that pretty monster a while. I knew we'd talked some over the past year or two, verrrry occasionally, and he didn't have "Safe only" marked on his profile, so I thought maybe I could fuck his hairy, average-lookin body too-- I couldn't remember what we'd ever talked about and he wasn't buddy listed. I noticed he said in his profile he was a double Scorpio. I'm a Scorpio myself, and always find it weirdly arousing to fuck my own sign, although in general I find a lot of Scorpio dudes to be a little annoyingly over-demonstrative sexually, as if they believe their own press a little too much. But of course astrology is a bunch of crap, so I threw caution to the wind, not knowing exactly what to expect, and told him I would be free sometime in the afternoon if he wanted to suck me off, and asked for a number to text. He complied, saying maybe he'd be free at 4:30. It all depended on my partner's schedule-- I rarely hook up on Sundays-- but I said I'd try. As it turned out, I have a foot problem that has be stuck pretty local for a week, and my partner had a ton of errands to run, so once he'd left on his way, I texted Double Scorpio, expecting not to hear from him at all. Surprisingly he replied instantly, saying he was in Chinatown and could be here in an hour. I told him sooner was better, and he said ok, 35/45 minutes. And he showed up just when he said he would. That's service! And wow, he was cute! He sort of did live up to about what I'd expect from a Latino double Scorpio-- he devoured my face and gripped me all over and all that. But I kinda liked it. There was something a little more toppy about his behavior than I typically like, but longtime readers know I will put up with absolutely anything for a handsome face. And he was just ridiculously cute, barely recognizable from his very average, almost homely photographs. He's clearly not photogenic. But man I wanted to put my dick in him! Pretty quickly we quit the kissing and groping and just both took our clothes off. His body was much nicer than in his photographs as well, hairy, a beautiful brown color, covered with elaborate tattoos, including, I'm pretty sure, Jesus with outspread arms in all his glory across the front of his torso. I felt Jesus up and just whistled silently at the delectable curves of this guy's body. He was not built or muscular but just had the perfect tone and form to his flesh. When he bent over to pull off his (very cute) long johns, and first showed me his ass, I almost fell over. It hadn't felt like too much through his pants, but set free in the fresh air, it was… oh man. ASS, fuckin ASS, so sweet, so desirable. We made out more, very hungrily, sucking each other's lips, looking into each other's face, laughing. He was so much better looking than me, I don't know what he saw when he looked at me, but he seemed to be as happy as I was to be hooking up. He got to his knees and sucked me rather inelegantly and slobberingly, and my partner decided to choose this point to send me text after text about gold wrapping paper. I adore my partner and occasionally apologized and stopped to reply a bit, then claimed my mom had called to quell the texts a bit. This did nothing for my erection. So… I flipped him onto the bed, and had to whistle again; not sure this one was silent, though. We need new words, new vocabulary, a whole new grammar to talk about how ass can look to a horny top. The kind of ass that you don't just see when you look at it. Its curves, its color, the pattern of the hair, the temperature, the shape, everything comes to you in a synaesthetic jumble when you look at it; you feel how it will feel in your hands, against your face, how it will smell and taste, how it will sound as you lick and slap it. One glance at a perfect ass and all your nerves are on fire with anticipation and sexual understanding. Like a pianist recognizing how a Steinway will feel before he sits down to play the nocturne, the top in me knew exactly how it would be to play this ass. I played that fuckin ass! He moaned and moaned and expressed great surprise at my apparent skill. Biting his thigh, I got a "Oh my god that feels good too," and licking behind his nuts was some kind of revelation to him; sucking down the balls and the licking up to the hole made him arch his back and turn his head to look at me with excitement, wanting to see me work on his rear, wanting to be closer. The curve in his back and the fullness of the ass in my face was overwhelming; I could have cum right on the floor right then and there. We did other stuff. He sucked my dick some more, maybe a little hard for me. He liked to stroke my dick, also too hard, and look at me, and kiss me, saying, "I like to tease a dick, let me tease your dick like this, close to you." It was very sweet and nice. I like to meet another boy who, even if his technique is a little alien to me, so clearly loves sex, so clearly has his pleasures and is so purely gratified to get to enjoy them; it is a feeling of carnal brotherhood, kindred spirits trapped in lustful bodies. This is the kind of sex that makes you laugh and smile a little, and get a laugh and a smile in return. God, he was cute. But no matter what else we did to each other-- humping, 69ing (and man it was awesome having my gullet full of his hard fat meat while he licked my dickhead all over), rubbing cocks, whatever-- he kept coming back to, "Will you eat my ass some more?" Such an earnest heartfelt request. I told him I never wanted to stop, he could have all he wanted. He wanted a lot. I wish my face was still in that ass now. He kept asking if I wanted to cum, if we should cum on each other, then telling me not to cum. "I'm a big shooter too," he promised. "But don't cum yet." A man after my own heart! He got me close over and over, just looking at that hairy body straining its muscles with pleasure as he fisted his dick or shoved his ass in my face straddled above me made me want to unload my nuts all over the goddamn place. But I held it together and we just kept having fun. "Will you slide your dick all over my ass?" he asked at one point. He was like a kid asking for a cookie. I stood beside the bed and planted my dick right at his wet slippery asshole and gyrated my hips, not pushing in, but sending a clear message that was clearly received. It looked incredible. He liked it, but I know he didn't want to fuck today. So I slid my dick away from his asshole and up behind his nuts and mounted him and banged my body into his, looking into his face, sucking his ear, showing him what it would be like to get fucked by me. His eyes were closed and he was deep in the thought-free regions of Sexland. "GOD that feels good," he said. "Let me taste my ass," he said, finally opening his eyes, turning his head to me, looking me in the eye, kissing me. I kept reaming away until I was sure I'd gotten the point across. Maybe if there's a next time he'll be wanting the real thing. I got off and we tussled around on the bed. And then he was straddling me and beating off and this sight of his body and face there naked before me was too much and I splattered all over him, five or six thick jets-- not as hard as I sometimes shoot, maybe because it was only about 35 minutes of fun, maybe because it got too heavy too soon-- but he liked it and fisted himself harder. To help him cum I reached up under him and tickled him behind his nuts, which were quickly rising into his body-- very hot. And he popped all over himself, leaning back, and he did shoot might nice, very pretty hard shots of cum. He was soaked with our mingled pleasure at the end and just flopped back on the bed. "Lay behind me for a minute," he said, and I did, feeling the thick natural muscle under his hairy skin running all along his bones. But it was chilly in the room and I knew our love juice was going to turn from thick and appetizing to runny and cold pretty quickly. He opted to hop in the shower, and then I got him some water. We talked enthusiastically about nothing, occasionally letting each other know again how much fun we'd just had. He got dressed and bundled up and we awkwardly shook hands, then I pulled him to me and he kissed me enthusiastically, and said he hoped we'd see each other again. If he doesn't run off when I ask to put it in him raw, he's got a deal! Man, I'd like to fuck this dude. Ah, sometimes the cosmos is generous with us! How awesome! More...

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To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Tried out a new cocksucker yesterday, and he was good. Kinda sketchy; I think he may have been up all night partying. But, he took my cock all the way down, and took my entire load. The load was huge since I hadn't shot in 11 days. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I'm always amazed at how you can spend years trying to fuck somebody, literally years, and still never get your dick in them. There's a little guy with a seriously meaty ass and, at least in pix, a sweet little 5'8 body in the neighborhood who has been hitting on me, and then I on him, literally since I moved to NYC four years ago. He appears and disappears, comes on strong and then goes cold. He also has a partner and so that makes logistic doubly complicated, of course. But eventually you put someone in the Never pile, take them off your buddy list where they have lingered forlornly for way too long, and typically, lacking my stamina and appetite for nonstop seed-spreading, they drop off the sites all together. And this guy was gone for at least a year, seems like. But he reappeared last week, when I was crazy busy and my nuts had no outlet but just kept churning out more and more useless, unloved cum. I winced as I had to again turn down his advances two days in a row, figuring he'd give up on me yet again. But I love fuckin dudes that size, so I added him to my buddy list again and decided to make a priority to pin him down and juice him up and send him home overflowing with my liquid pleasure. I was up late all night doing emergency work so I felt comfortable taking it pretty easy today. When he appeared online late in the afternoon, I told him I wanted to fuck him. He said he'd just made plans with another dude, whose screen name he rather indiscreetly told me, and who of course I immediately looked up, and who looked extremely hot-- I had just cruised him on Manhunt-- so I felt like there was no competition. So I wished him a good time with the muscly hung stud. But fifteen minutes later, the bottoms said the hot dude stopped responding, and so he told me he'd come over to my place, but then I got, "I just need to walk the dog first." Riiiight! Keep on shopping, dude. I had a couple of guys sniffing around me on line-- maybe my dry spell is over-- so I figured whoever could commit to taking my raw dick first would get it. Surprisingly, it turned out to be Local But Impossible Bottom! He came through after all. He only lives about 8 blocks away, so he was here pretty quick after that. He was considerably chunkier than his photos, which made my heart sink a bit. But I was very horny so I told him we should get down to it, and I led him back to the bedroom and I fucked my sponge into him good. He kissed OK and all, but I was not really feeling hugely into him. He had a very flat affect and thus did not seem hugely into it either. This was going to have to be a case of Any Port In A Storm. I had an orgasm to rub out and I was gonna rub it out in him. I told him to strip for me, and out of his pants popped a surprisingly round and beefy ass-- it had looked awesome and bubbly in the pix, but that was probably 20 pounds ago on his small frame; when I felt it through his pants it didn't seem like much compared to the rest of his bulk. But naked, curving and gleaming softly in the low light, the crescent-like crack sang to me with a siren's voice. I pushed him over on the bed and stuck my face in. Very fleshy, owing to his extra poundage, but actually beautifully suspended between soft and firm. He had quite nice fuzzy balls as well, and a thick meaty cock root covered with the same, excitingly stubbly pubes, and I licked all around. He began to show the first emotion as I ministered to his hindquarters, mewling lightly from the center of the bed. Especially when I licked up between his balls and his thighs, that spot that so many bottoms love to have licked from behind. His buttocks were beautifully chewy and obscenely large and round in my face. His thighs were nice and meaty as well, quite large for his small frame. And his dick, as promised by that fat ample penis root, was PARTY SIZE and very thick and, when I reached up upper his trunk to feel it-- the only real way to make sure a dude is not acting when he moans while you rim him-- it was hard as a fucking rock, slick with precum, and had the most excitingly defined glans ridge I ever felt in my hand. I gripped its length with one hand and stroked my own instantly hard dick with my own-- nothing gives you an erection like another dude's erection, does it? I was having a good time now. There was still the matter of my not being hugely attracted to much except his dick and his ass. So I pretty much left him pinned there at the edge of the bed, trapped under my intense attentive rimming, occasionally reaching up and holding down his arms so he could do nothing but submit to what I was doing and let me have as much ass as I wanted. When my dick was steely-hard and gooey with precum, I climbed up behind him, and aimed, and sank all the way into him with one slow motion, sinking deeper and deeper with a sweet glide that was not hampered till the roughly hairy base of my cock was straining at his own hairy hole. That ring of friction between us sealed the fuck tight, and he moaned and moaned. He was so warm and slick inside, all I needed was that little bit of spit I had used to stroke myself during the rimming. And I just drilled him. Kept holding his arms at his sides, or held his head down with one hand and put my weight on the small of his back with the other, or gripped him around his inner thighs and pulled his ass back to me and just fucking drilled the hell out of him. The flat affect had rather disappeared and he just moaned and told me how good my dick felt. "You fuck so good," he said, "I've been waiting for this for so long." The things bottoms say when they're getting dicked down! But I ate it up. He kept turning back trying to see my glistening rod sinking between those generous ass-globes. The sight was truly stunning. There is something platonically perfect about two round, adjoined mounds pierced by a thick cylinder. I was precumming freely in him, lubricating that spot where my stiff dickhead was bumping against his prostate over and over. "Am I hitting that spot, man?" I asked as I heaved on top of him, riding high on his back so my dick pointed down into his body, towards the bed, hopefully hitting his gland square in the middle. "Oh fuck yeah," he said, "You can fuck me all you want." And it was fun. But for a real protracted intense fuck, there has to be a bit more attraction there. He was a nice slab of meat. But really, I just needed to cum in him; if this went on too long I might be in danger of losing my erection. I pulled his hips up and reared on my knees, signaling to him to follow me and move up on all fours so I could fuck him like a dog. "Where do you want me to cum when I cum?" I asked matter of factly. "In you, on you, down your throat?" "Um, what is your preference?" he asked in that flat, businesslike voice he started out with. I laughed. "Fuck, you know why MY preference is," I mocked. "You're negative, right?" he asked, surprisingly nervously. I told him I'd just taken a test last week and could show him if he wanted. "But it's ok, I can cum on you if you want." "NO," he said, the desire back in his voice. "I want it in me. Are you close?" Knowing I was going to get to load him up suddenly made him much, much more attractive to me. "I get close over and over, but I can control it," I said confidently. "I don't want you to cum yet," he said, and I put my full weight on him, pressed my face to his, and humped the living hell out of him. He grabbed back at my ass and held me to him, bucking up against me, greedy for my fuckstick, for my nutspew. He sucked my face and looked at me helpless with a kind of surprised pleasure. More drilling, more drilling, my head all full of the excitement of knowing I was going to cum inside him, deep inside, completely free, free to cum, free of the cum. I squatted with my thighs bent on either side of him and slammed my groin into him with long strokes, long strokes, using my whole dick to fuck him, every inch. But now I felt I couldn't last because of the excitement. So funny how the mood shifts so quickly during sex sometimes. I'd barely been drilling him for fifteen minutes and I suddenly whined, "Sorry dude, I can't hold back any more," and I began fucking hard and fast. "Just cum in me man, don't hold back!" he said, and I felt my dick pulse and my nuts pop. I stopped moving and let my dick spasm in him as deep as I could thrust. "Feel it? Feel it! I'm cumming in you," I said, and he bucked up against me hard. "Yeah! Fuck it out of me man!" I said, and he did, he kept me shooting till my balls were dry. Ah! Very nice. I slowly pulled out and slid up beside him and reached for his dick, which was still thick but no longer hard. "Do you wanna get off, man?" I asked. "Oh, it's still hard for me to cum," he said awkwardly. "Oh, OK," I said… then tactlessly added, "What's up with that?" "Oh, the meds I'm on, whatever," he stammered. I assumed he meant antidepressants, which I had tried myself in my late 20s during a particularly miserable period but gave up quickly. "I remember that phenomenon well," I said, and slapped his ass. He said he'd love to fuck again sometime. "Not that I expect us to," he added quickly, trying to sound worldly. I slapped his ass again. "I might have to eat this again sometime," I said, a heartfelt lie. It really was a fine ass. "You are very good at all you do," he said as he was getting dressed, again briefly sounding enthusiastic before affectlessly asking me about what I did and when I moved to this building, which he'd considered buying in as well. But there was little chemistry; I believe he enjoyed it, and he asked me two more times to keep in touch, but I guess I like my bottoms to be a bit more emotionally open. I sent him out into the cold drizzly night full of what I had to give. A bit later I texted him a picture of the HIV test I took last week, saying, "FYI, so you don't worry about me lying. Thanks again. He said, "Thank YOU!! That was beyond hot." Nothing satisfies me like giving pleasure with my fucktool and cum. So, happy ending! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I'm not a big fan of guys who are all about deep-throating-- all the tingly nerves are in my fat fleshy dickhead-- but today, I had a guy come service me who clearly had prehensile tonsils. He took my fuckstick all the way down to the hairy root and managed to tickle the whole length of my bone AND my throbbing dickhead with some strange muscle deep in his esophagus. If I could have my greedy way, dudes would tongue the best spot on my dick, right under the cumhole, for two hours and make me numb. But this guy did something I didn't even know I wanted, for about 90 minutes, till I was practically crying from pleasure overload that would not stop. And my dick fired till it felt like my spine was going to shoot out. I am now very, very calm as I write this. AH! I had an extremely intense week last week with a lot of work and, don't laugh, two extremely elaborate cakes I agreed to make, one for pay, one for a friend's birthday. (What can I say, I fuck and I bake.) It all extended into the weekend and I didn't get much sleep, was very stressed, to the point I was even working on my iPhone at the freakin birthday party last night. This morning I woke up extremely horny, and determined to get my rocks off, shoot out all this frustrated accumulated cum down some greedy cumguzzler's throat. A guy showed up on my Manhunt buddy list who I talked to at length last week about hooking up sometime. He was a bit older and maybe dumpier than I am used to, but I liked his face. And I really liked his attitude. So when I saw him today I knew he was the kind of pro I needed, even if there were more attractive guys online who seemed like possibilities. I hit him up and found myself getting stiff just writing to him and telling him of my dire, dire need to get sucked off. He said he could leave in five minutes… now that's service! I was so excited to be getting exactly what I wanted exactly when I wanted that I started to precum in my pants. I don't know what got into me today. I was hot and ready. He showed up looking about what I expected in the body, but he was much cuter in person than his pictures-- still clearly older than me, wearing rather unflattering glasses that made him look like he might be a session musician for Tom Petty or something, but with chocolatey brown hair, the kind of hairline that makes my nuts tingle, a cheesy-ish mustache that was seriously working on him, and most importantly a long, straight, pointed nose. I like to think of the nose as the dick of the face, and he had a big dick on his face. I said, "Well, why don't we get right to it, and not waste any time," and took off his coat and led him to my bedroom. We sucked face for a good while and I felt that beautiful nose along side my own (sadly smaller one). I was getting very hard very fast-- it's that strange thing where I get more turned on with a normal guy than I do some of the beauties I managed to hook sometimes. He was groping for my meat through my pants and I urged him to unzip me, and he did, and pulled me out, and massaged me in his hands, which were big for his size. He caressed my dick reverently and dropped to his knees without needing to be asked. Awesome, awesome head. And his eyebrows, his hairline, his HONKER all bent over my groin, his lightly bearded mouth all full of my cum, was so incredibly good-looking to me I had to keep exclaiming it over and over. He finally looked up at me and said, "You can take a picture if you want." I said, "I am really tempted to." He said, "Do it." And then looked me square in the eye, dropping my dick, and said, "But fuckbud's honor that they are for your eyes only." I told him for sure, and pulled out my phone, and for the next hour, when my head wasn't lolling on the pillow unable to hold itself up from the pleasure, I was grabbing my iPhone and looking for good angles. For some reason seeing my own dick getting sucked reproduced on a screen only made me hotter; several times I had to make him stop for fear of shooting my wad. And then he found exactly the right spot, the right square centimeter of dick skin to work with his tongue, and he liked my reaction… so he just kept hitting it. He was staring me in the face, I guess watching the contorted parade of pleasure and aching longing across my face as he did those small little motions that set my whole body on fire. We locked eyes and I basically begged him not to stop for god knows how many minutes. And he didn't let up. I thought I was going to die. Not satisfied with this, I humped his body, and we made out, and I just stared at his face, which was looking handsomer by the minute to me as he made sweet sweet love to my tubesteak. But before long he was back in position, back to deepthroating me in that magic way, and I was snapping more pictures. And then he slid my dick out a bit so he could hit that perfect spot, and he made me cum. And cum and cum and cum and cum and cum. I think I came a quart. I never want to cum again. That was all the cumming I ever need to do. He didn't let up; he seemed to think he could make me cum again. He was good, but no one is that good; it got too sensitive and I had to make him stop. He slid his body beside mine and I draped my thigh over his and he beat himself off till he popped. I could barely talk after all this. We got dressed muttering banal pleasantries and I got him a glass of water. He's between jobs and says he's available whenever. He liked it when I was on top of him and said he'd love to feel how I fuck. Mmmmmmaybe. The pictures look pretty good! Well, he looks better in them than I do, actually. My dick looks weirdly small. Why do photographs totally shrink your dick? Does this happen to others who are not hugely hung? More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here It was supposed to be a fetish scene involving a sling, toys and blindfolds. We're both supposed to be blindfolded. After navigating my way through this massive apartment complex in the desert, I was instructed to put the blindfold on and get into the sling. The top gave me orders from another room in the apartment; I wasn't supposed to see him and he didn't want to see me. He was wearing a blindfold, too. The play session wasn't all that bad, and I was doing my part, eventhough I'm not much into toys as foreplay. In private, yeah, but otherwise, I find toys a distraction...too often the top shows how dependent he is on toys, and that's as far as it gets. On this occasion, the top slipped into a series of penile devices, variations of the common strap-on. Well, this is not bad if it leads to some real skin-on-skin fucking. The top was nicely hung but not rock hard, maybe something short of semi-hard...as with massive dicks not completely hard, it was a floppy dick but not so soft as to feel like a loofah working its way into my ass. I'm still game, though, as his dick is way big enough to create some nice sensations in my ass, and I clamped down, squeezing it as best I could. I thought of Jeff Stryker's command, 'Tighten that purty l'il ass' and I did my super best. 'You're ass is too tight. My dick needs a big, loose hole to get hard,' or something like that is what this top said, something you'd never heard Jeff say. Well, okay, I've had MANY (probably hundreds by now) big-dicked tops use their rods like bottle brushes pushing deep into my big hole, and ain't never anyone said my ass was too tight. But it is a rule: a bottom don't argue with the top...ahem, even if you're married to him. Just keep your fuckin' mouth shut. The blindfolds came off. I knew he was a black guy because of his profile. He's more handsome in person. From my perspective, it was an OK fuck, better than staying home and watching videos. And the top was a perfectly nice guy, not rude or nasty at all. He just wanted a loose, loose, loose hole. Here's hoping he finds it in that desert town with a gayish neighborhood called Deep Well. For starters, he should consider moving there to find out if it lives up to its name. More...

Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... I shared this with a couple of guys from Xtube, and thought I'd share it with the rest of you... One of my hottest hookups ever was with a semi regular fuckbud at the time, and one day I texted him, saying the front door would be unlocked for the next 24 hours or so, that I would be in the house all day naked going about my usual routine but without any clothes on, and that he was welcome to come anytime, let himself in, and the moment he was inside I would be his fuck slave. He texted back asking if that applied to any hour of the day or night, I replied yes, and when I went to bed around midnight I had a feeling i was going to wake up to bare cock in my face.... Sure enough it was around 3 in the morning when I woke up feeling cold and realized dumbly that all my sheets were off me for some reason, and then in the dark, i realized there was a naked guy standing next to my bed, his boner pointing straight at me ... My fuck bud had come to collect on a promise. But instead of having me suck him first as he usually did, he was already pouring lube on his cock, then jumped in bed on top of me, forced me to roll the rest of the way flat and face down, then slipped that snake inside my shitter and proceeded to rawfuck me like a maniac. (He had always used a condom before.) He was so fucking turned on, he told me later, by anticipating this all day long ... going to bed himself at his home knowing he was going to get up to drive over to my house, lying awake the whole time unable to get it off his mind, then coming to my door in the middle of the night while all my neighbors were asleep, quietly letting himself in, sneaking around the downstairs to make sure I wasn't down there (we had fucked in the living room before), then tip-toeing up the stairs to my room and stripping down while watching and listening to me sleeping soundly (I may have even been snoring a little) ... he said he was so turned by all of this that he gave up on the rubber and had this overwhelming caveman-like urge to breed my hole, rape it even, like he was an actual intruder. And he was so rough I was hurting with my face in the pillows trying to muffle my cries. It was a superhot fuck and an experience I have yet to repeat. What I would love to do is have a guy like that (he was married and they've since moved to a new house they built) come over sometime and tie me up in a sling in my basement, fuck a load into me, then leave me there, promising to return to do me again and untie me, but not saying when, just leaving me there unable to free myself until he came back, and lie there for however long not knowing when it will end and seeing how my mind reacts to that situation. Ideally, I'll hear his car that night, hear him let himself in, then hear voices as he leads 2 or 3 other guys through my house showing them around before they all come down to the cellar to gangrape me by flashlight. And if they're all black, that would be the killer. I could die in that sling with a smile on my face. More...

Click here to see original post on Mansex Journals... Sorry I haven't posting in forever, but I've been too busy living life and haven't had enough time to document it. Sex Sex Sex..... I've come to the conclusion that I'm a sex addict, and that I absolutely LOVE IT!! With in the last few weeks tops have been crawling out of the wood work to fuck my manhole. I'm glad the famine is over and the feast has begun. Don't get me wrong I've been sucking ALOT of cock but finding guys to load my manhole has been a different story. Ended up getting fucked four times this weekend by four different guys. Two of them in their early twenties, which is a great ego boost. Will try to go into more detail later, but I can't promise anything because taking dick and getting loaded up is priority over talking about it. OINK and pig on my friends More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He hit me up on Scruff. 29, 5'9", 155. Handsome as all get out on his profile pic. What would he want me for? It turned out, he wanted my cock. But that is not normally how I play. I told him so and that I wanted to suck his cock. He relented and invited me over. But before he did, he asked if I was clean - and this time he meant how and when I actually showered last. I said I did that morning, which was a total lie. I think I showered the day before....maybe. Then he said it would be a while because he had to jump in the shower. UGH. A. I didn't want the time delay of him scrubbing up. B. I didn't care about him being Irish Spring clean - nor did I want him to be. And looking at his picture, this kid (yes, kid!) looked like he was always squeaky clean - you know the type. I told him I was a grown man who wasn't all that fragile and not to shower. And he didn't. Getting to this house on the perfect street, I started to see a pattern. His first comment was on the make and model of my car. His house was impeccably decorated. Not my style at all, but nice things and not one out of place. His profile picture did not do him justice. While he was handsome in his pic - he was model handsome in real life. almost bordering on 'pretty'. The shower thing all fell into place. The man was all about aesthetics, possessions and presentation. Before I came over, he even asked what I would be wearing. Priceless. He took me back to his extremely dim bedroom - complete with what i'm sure was like Ralph Lauren comforters and such. Apple TV and laptop in his room as well. "Jay" was wearing a nylon like jersey and workout shorts. He was hard - a thin 7" of hard. His nuts were loose and hung like pendulums - far away from his penis. At first he sat on the edge of the bed and then lay back so I had access to his cock. I took it all the way down, but he pressed his hips up to make sure it went even a little deeper. He moaned appropriately. He wanted me to play with his nipples - hard! I played hard and it didn't phase him at all. Well, that's not entirely true. Like the bitch he probably was, his legs automatically spread. I licked his nuts and little below that, but not yet to his ass. I took my finger and gently rubbed it across the hole. His hand met my wrist and pulled my hand away. Granted, the finger smelled a little ripe afterwards and maybe that's why he wanted the shower, but that's exactly why I didn't want him to shower. I'd have cleaned that hole up - but it was not meant to be. I found it odd he lay completely back, eyes closed or staring at the ceiling, almost being a non-participant in the event. I get that from straight guys, but his one was not. Maybe I wasn't what he was expecting. Maybe he was self-loathing and couldn't get into participating. He knew I wanted to suck. He didn't have to invite me over. But he let me suck, he was hard, he was getting close. And then he got there. Ribbons of slime hit my tongue. I kept it in my mouth, as always. His only true words to me were, "if you need, there's a towel on the side of the bed if you want to...." He trailed off. He was going to say, "spit out the load". I swallowed and said, "now, why would i need a towel? You didn't want me to spit it out - did you?" "No", was his reply. I thanked him, got up, and left. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight I foolishly agreed to spend more of my precious seed in Chelsea, despite constant disappointment with the guys there. I got a home HIV test today and for whatever reason a negative result always makes me instantly want to squirt my juice into a new hole. Who knows what's up with that. It's like blowing a Christmas bonus, I guess. I have noticed a decided uptick in interest in my online profiles on all apps and hookup sites since I changed my age to 45-- somehow I knew this would happen, as 45 is a more appealing number than 43 or 44 are, somehow. I figured I'd either totally expire or suddenly get hit on by a ton of guys in their 20s. And that's exactly what happened. But a lot of them are flaky, and the guy I fucked my wad into today was himself in his upper 40s. He had very hot pictures, a very nice muscular smooth body, a rather pouty face with a good bit of character to it. Awesome legs and a rather small but totally fuckable ass. We first talked over the weekend, when I was marooned on Long Island because the train going into Manhattan wasn't running at all. I said all the right things and got his motor running but couldn't seal the deal without an hour of travel time on some crazy alternate route. So he hit me up this morning, asking when I would come dick him down. I told him I'd do it after work. He said it was perfect. I was out of my mind horny the whole rest of the day and couldn't stop looking at his picture and thinking, wow, I get to mount this body, I get to stick my dick in it, I get to eat that ass and flood it with my ejaculate. What a life! But of course…. it being Chelsea and all… He lived in a fifth-floor walkup. They always do. I got up there and he slooooowly opened the door. And it was him, but suddenly aged probably 5 years. The beautiful slightly meaty, curvy body was now decidedly doughier in the white t-shirt I asked him to wear. He had asked me in a text what kind of "scene" I wanted ("Do you want the door unlocked n you walk in and my ass is in the air within view and blablablabla"-- are all Chelsea bottoms trained to ask for this nonsense??). I told him I was very straightforward but did want him to wear tight briefs and a tight t-shirt under his clothes so I could peel them off. His t-shirt didn't fit too well. I thought, well, he's still decently put together, and my nuts are totally swollen in my scrotum, so I'm gonna take advantage of what's on offer. Inside it was a fairly large studio, darkened except for some of those fake flickering candles around, and THREE GIANT SCREENS all over the place playing the same porno movie from each wall. I didn't look too closely, but it seemed like it was a movie of him sucking someone else off. Why do people need all this crap? I pretty much just walked up to him, backed him against the wall, and sucked his face. His profile didn't mention kissing but he was pretty cute and I wanted it so I did it. Luckily, he reciprocated, pretty eagerly too I might add-- he was fun to make out with. He whined when I reached back through his groin to grip his ass hard in my hand. OK, I could go with this. I pulled out my meat, which was pretty soft but swelling slowly, and ordered him to his knees. And fuck, if he could not suck dick. I mean… holy crap. I've had some good head, but this was fucking unbelievable. I'd basically need some kind of Brainstorm-style mind link with you to express how insanely good he made my dickhead feel. Every pulse of suction he gave it made more blood rush into it, until it was so hard it felt like it would burst, and the big fat cumvein I have, that bulges out the right side of my tool, runs up two-thirds of the way, and the branches out to feed my glans, was hard and purple and visible even in the gloom. My dick was glistening from his sweat and already oozing with clear precum. He massaged every inch with his tongue and even managed, at the same time he was sucking and tonguing me, to also lick my balls! Holy crap, what a sensation! He must have the tongue of Gene Simmons. I half wanted to lay back on his sad, ugly futon and just let him blow me. But I've been blown plenty lately. I wanted to plow him and seed him. So I pushed him back on the futon, undid his belt, pulled his pants down past his not-very-inspiring briefs, and then grabbed the fabric around his feet, pulling them all the way off with one swift motion. I turned him over and buried my face in his tight little ass and inhaled. Clean. Nice. His thighs were impressively swollen with muscle, and his calves were huge! I chewed on his leg muscle a bit, then pulled off the undies and licked and licked. We moved to the floor, where he'd laid out a blanket for us to fuck on, and he got on all fours, and I was behind him, face deep in his haunches. And at this point, he turned into an extremely whiny, Droopy Dog-like sex puppet. "Do you like my puuuuussyyyyy?" he asked in that phlegmy, grating tone. I did like his pussy, but egad, what the fuck! Eating him out and having my face down between those extremely meaty thighs had my dick aching to thrust inside, but when I slicked it up with its own precum and some saliva, he whined, "It's so tiiiiight, I need you to spiiiiiiit!" Ay chihuahua. All around me the screens were flashing urgently with quick-cut ejaculation scenes. I thought, I gotta just get off and go. I made a big show of loudly spitting on my dick-- why does this turn people on-- and let him crawl around on the floor for his little bottle of poppers, which dilated him sufficiently for me to get my dick in up to the rough hairy skin at the base that my balls hang off. I was in him really deep. I put one hand on his closely buzzed head and the other on his shoulder and rammed my fuckstick into him. He continued to emit a voiceover for Droopy Dog outlining his sensations and desires. I largely ignored everything he said and just banged the fuck out of him. But his thighs were rather longer than mine and his asshole was very far back, so riding him was tiring and awkward. "Get on your back," I growled, and he whined "I neeeeeed you to get my puuuusssyyyyyy weeeeeeet!" "It's already wet," I grunted, and grabbed his ankles, pushed them back as far as I could get them, stuck my bone in him again, and thrust into him like a freight train engine. And when I started cumming, I stopped completely, looked him in the eye, and said, "Feel that?" He stopped moving and caught my gaze. He nodded. "Feel it throb? I'm cumming in you." I let it pulse four more times but I had to finish off my orgasm with more sensation, so I rammed it into him some more until it was done. And I pulled out and cleaned up. He was a little less Droopy-Dogish after this, but still had a whiny tinge to his voice. He kept thanking me for coming over and loading him up. He offered me water and asked me all about where I lived and what I was doing for the rest of the night. He told me about his job, working for some film studio, but as it turns out, as an accountant-- Of course Droopy Dog would be an accountant. I told him he gave incredible head-- which he did. He seemed very happy to hear me say it. "Some guys don't even fuck me, they just want me to keep sucking them and swallow their load." I sort of wished I'd done the same-- I think my orgasm would have been fantastic in his mouth; in his ass, it was just ok. But there is some pleasure in knowing my cum is in yet another dude's body out there. As I left, I kissed him one last time, and grabbed his ass cheek, and said, "Keep it in there. Don't let it out." And he said, "Someone else is coming to push it in even deeper." Well! What a charmer. More power to him. I went out into the early evening and texted my partner to meet me for dinner in town. No more fucking in Chelsea! Will I ever learn? More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here You can go to the baths on a busy night, but that doesn't necessarily mean you're going to get stuffed with a host of fine dick. Go on a slow week night and you might be surprised. With fewer guys, a top is going to be unwilling to wait very long for the next bottom to show up. On a slow night, you're likely to get a long session, or a round two. It takes only one man to make a difference, and that's what happened at my most recent visit to the tubs. One black guy...three times...one night...a landmark occasion, at least for me. This dude was really young, certainly in his 20's, sturdy and well-built, hung and black. I mean, what's not to like? The thing is, he probably thinks he's a dork...we're in Berkeley and he's probably associated with the University in one way or another. I mean...he fucks with his glasses on. He didn't flinch when I smeared some lube on his big raw black cock. So like, you wear glasses? Like who gives a flying fuck? Well, he did take them off eventually, which was kind of too bad, because I can't remember the last time I got meat delivered by a guy wearing specs so that part was a turn-on. And by the way, he's no dork. We had three separate sessions over the course of five hours. He kept coming back for more, and this night for me was anything but slow. When you've got a big dick, you can afford to experiment with your bottom, to try different positions or alter your fuckstyle to see what he can take. This dude's style was to treat me like his fuck bucket; with a big chocolate stick that he whipped around, hitting my hole walls at various angles, the best for a sloppy hole which he made sure to make, cumming multiple times. He liked to twist me around like a pretzel and was able to get leverage from every angle and never slipping out...ah, the pleasure of a big dick. Something new, at least for me: what I will call a 'tee fuck,' penetration at a 90 degree angle. He put me on my side, stretched out my legs so I was straight, and then got in at a perfect tee from behind...digging in and never slipping out, not once. In three sessions, I was dug out in just about every way. So complete, so hot, and so young. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I wet my greedy bare bone in the tall, shapely body of a really handsome dude I spoke with on Scruff a bunch over the summer when I was in San Francisco for a week. He lived very close to where I was staying, and he was interesting to chat with-- knew how to impressionistically convey his breath of musical knowledge without banging me over the head with it; used multisyllabic words; replied in a timely and meaningful fashion... which are all exceedingly rare on those stupid apps-- and he had a really nice hipster look to him, scruffy in the face but with that slick schoolboy/Hitler youth hair. He was 6'4, though, and very thin and maybe too hairy even for me, and I'm pretty sure made it clear somehow he was safe only yadda yadda. There was no shortage of compact, muscular, cum-craving sluts out there to work on jizzing in, so I kind of kept trying to direct our chats back to the friendly, but he was pretty aggressive in pursuing me. In the end I was too busy with my nephew and inseminating whoever I could wherever I could out there, and so he never sucked my dick. But he said he'd be in NYC sometime in the fall and kept in touch all those months. And then suddenly, a few days ago, he was here, barely half a mile away. We tried to hook up a couple of times, in the brief moments I've had free, but it never worked out. I didn't really expect to get off this weekend, so I wasn't too upset, but today when I found myself home alone for a few hours, I texted him, asking what he was up to. As it happened he was at that very moment walking about four blocks from my house, on the way to the next neighborhood up. Within ten minutes he was on his knees sucking my still-soft dick-- I couldn't get hard making out with him, he was too freakin tall and tight-lipped-- and, wonder of wonders, he was the type of cocksucker who really works to find a top's buttons, and he found mine. When he happened upon the right thing, he instantly noted the subtle change in my meat, the infinitesimal swelling that a single tap of that spot with just the right pressure brought about, and then he was really doing it right, and enjoying the pleasure of feeling my meat swell to like five times its flaccid size-- I was hardening beautifully in his mouth and melting into the sensation of being serviced and he was whimpering with pleasure. He was so handsome-- salt and pepper hair, a little floppy now on top, dark wide eyebrows, an extremely patrician nose, eyes the color of Coke bottles against the sky, luxuriant beard on his handsome angled jaw, and, best of all, a mouth full of my oozing, horny dick. It was time to lay back and let him seriously do his thing. He got naked and his hard dick popped out of his underpants, but given his Lurch-like frame, I didn't notice it right away. First he positioned himself in a praying position between my legs, hairy haunches bent where I could easily hook my knees over them, both hands on my inner thighs, diving deep into my bushy groin. His shoulders were rather scrawny but his body had an elegance to it, a beautiful curve from neck down to back. And between those long, scruffy legs, I finally saw his INSANELY LONG PRONG in all its glory, jutting out from his dark body hair and gleaming in the dim light like a scepter. I reached down to feel it-- he had a nice fleshy head, big lobes of pink skin curving deliciously around the cumhole; it was thinner than mine (though mine is a little on the fat side), but easily 8 and a half inches. I mean real inches like you would get with a ruler. Go get a ruler and hold it in your hands and see where 8 inches is. This is a big beautiful dick, and it was hard as marble and straight as a yew branch. His cum tube was prominent and so excitingly thick that just stroking it with my fingers made my own dick even harder in his mouth. Many cocksuckers are a little disappointed when I whip mine out because I am simply not a show-er, and I don't get hard simply because you buzzed me from the doorman's desk. He felt me getting excited in his mouth, and he appreciated his role in giving me that pleasure, he appreciated my doling out my thickness and hardness, and he whimpered with joy and gratitude. He licked my hot spot beautifully, and had me wanting to cum very quickly. So I sat up, and we kissed, holding each other's dick in our hands-- what better symbol of male on male sex is there? What better proof that God or nature or whoever wants some dudes to go for other dudes. Your dick in my hand, my dick in your hand, eyes locked together, both of us full of the power to make each other feel as good as we care to. I pushed him back and climbed on top of him, expecting that insectile feeling I get mounting dudes who are more than a couple inches taller than me, but interestingly, our bodies lined up beautifully. I have a long torso, and he must be all legs, because my face was against his deep beard and my bone was aligned with his perfectly and my hands were under his surprisingly meaty asscheeks-- I would have to explore that in a bit-- and all the excess height was apparently wrapped around me snugly, with such proportions that he could rest his feet flat on my calf muscles while I ground my hips into his. He was wrapped around me completely-- it was amazing. Almost as perfect as the way a little guy fits into me… just a more ample feeling. It helped that he was so thin. I sat back again to let him suck me more, not wanting to cum too fast, but told him to lay flat. "Like this?" he asked, clearly sharing that common bottomy need to make a show out of pleasing a top. I said he was a good boy and doing it just right, and that long, lean, fantastic body flowed down the bed from my groin, its serpentine shapes electrifying me again. And as he sucked me he flexed his ass muscles, thrusting his huge bone against the bed, and I knew I had to get my dick in there. I thought, he is excited enough, maybe I can finesse at least a few seconds inside him raw. I hoped to God that his hole was not too tight or roughly hairy. At this point the washing machine decided it had to announce, over and over, that it was done, with extremely obnoxiously-timed, persistent beeps. I finally had to push his head out of my lap, kiss him briefly, and tell him I had to go shut it off or it would drive me batshit. "Stay put, " I said, crawling out from under him. "Stay in position!" He wiggled a bit with anticipation and promised he wouldn't move. When I came back, I fell to my knees at the foot of the bed and worshipped that sweet, sweet ass. It was hidden from me under a ridiculous nest of hair-- rimming this was more like chewing on a sweater than anything else. But every time I licked under his balls he whined with delight, and once I found his asshole in all that, my tongue slid in a promising amount. I climbed back on the bed and licked a finger and pushed it slowly against the wetness, and it slid in easily. My bone instantly got harder. I slowly inched it in to find his gland and show him I meant business, that I knew what to do with his body, that he should give it all to me. I poked against the round little nut and he really whimpered and swiveled his hips and a that point I figured I was golden. I wouldn't push it, I wouldn't fuck him hard or long and certainly wouldn't cum in him-- wouldn't even make him drink my cum-- I just wanted to see that body with my meat buried in it, just wanted to feel the slickness getting slicker and slicker around my finger down on my dick instead. So moving slowly to avoid spooking him, I switched back and forth from finger to teasing dickhead to tongue to face-buried-in-ass and back to finger, deep and probing against that inner knob that makes all bottoms helpless and unable to think of anything but more of me inside. And I slowly sank my dick in for real, and he dilated reflexively-- you can't hide real pleasure-- and it was so silky and viscous and wet and warm that I just sighed, and had to instantly pull back out. I wanted to cum! I could have popped just from putting it in! God, I love sex. But instead I flipped him on his back, and we made out and I pushed all my weight on his body and he opened his legs wide to receive that weight. He wanted to be pounded into the mattress. His hole was curving up towards me wickedly. I sat back on my haunches, and aimed my missile at his hole, and looked him in the eye-- this was his chance to tell me no. But he pulled his legs open wider and I slicked up and sank way, way in, sank down and down until my whole bone was warm and electric and wet inside him. And again I felt like I would instantly cum. We went back and forth more with me rubbing our dicks together-- that amazing length hard against my own, that beautiful arabesque of a cockhead-- and then slicking up and sinking in, in, in, IN, IN. And I just kept saying "GOD that feels good" and he said "Oh God it does," and then I decided that was enough. I lay on top of him without moving, and repeated it: "That felt so fucking good." And he said "It did… but we're being bad." So I let it go. I got to feel it. I can still feel it. Sometimes it is good to be teased, not to get it all, to fuck and get off and still want something. I let it go. We 69ed and spent the rest of our pleasure full of each other's length like only gay dudes can. His dick in me and my dick in him. Both of us feeling the same pleasure. My hips a bit higher against his head, my hand on his face, a bit of drilling down as he sucked, and my other hand gripping his ass as I took as much fuckstick down my throat as I could. He loved my hand on his ass, my hand on his face, my hips pushing, even as I sucked his dick and acknowledged its superiority and pleasured him as he pleasured me. I was still the top, and he wanted me to be. I finally came all over his hairy chest just by humping against him, feeling everything, everything. I let one small squirt come while we were pressed together, but I was so excited I wanted to see it shoot, so I sat up and jacked the next few out, and the first jetted all the way across his long body, bright against his dark hair, thick and ample and full of vitality and pleasure, and his face lit up like a kid watching Evel Knievel jump the Grand Canyon or something. I held his hip down hard against the bed while I fucked my dick into my hand and jizzed the rest all over. "That is so fucking HOT, " he said, "I'm coming too," and he splattered himself with his own. He seemed shy after the orgasm. Maybe he was freaked that I stuck it in him raw. Maybe he was scared at how good it felt. I got him some water, and we talked a bit about his flaky friends and the bad time he was having. I was happy to be a high point, a sexual ambassador to NYC. I hope he still says hello sometimes. But maybe that is that? More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Sometimes in all comes together, and when it does, it's always a surprise...and so much the better. Let's start with a handsome man: tall with curly dark hair, a manly face, and the sturdy, fleshy build much favored by Italian Renaissance painters, and then a plump, delectable dick...a real Michelangelo classical dick, slightly curving, with a nice round head. I know...Michelangelo's dicks were all uncut...but don't mess it up for me. A nice fat dick. And with a thick Prince Albert, maybe a 4 or 6 gauge in the barbell style...big enough to show some sparkle even in a dimly lit room. A man's man with a fat dick, a sexy piercing and protruding...ah, definitely swaying...gigantic balls hanging like a couple of over-ripe fruits. I enjoy vacuum-pumping as much as the next guy, and I work out a little every day, just long enough to plumping up before going out. And while I do have the extra-super large cylinder for ball pumping, I just haven't got into that area. So, I ask those in the know: does pumping up the scrotum have any effect on the texture of one's balls? I ask because this dude's balls were like leather, ruffed up, clutchable, and I would have played with them more if that had been the reason for his presence here. He was here to fill and drill my ass, which he fulfilled with all the force, confidence and control of a man's man. There is male to male action and there is man to man action; they are different things. This man's man put this man in his place, to be sure. There was only one thing, though: when getting thoroughly roughfucked, I love to feel the slap of a man's man's big balls against my ass. In the case of leather balls, they're so fuckin' heavy, they don't slap, but rather they just sort of shake. I know I just should end this right now...forget the slappin' balls, this was another great fuck for the annals of anal. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... So it's been almost three weeks since my last hookup-- and, as I've vowed only to cum in or on other dudes, that means I went that long without an orgasm. In part it was due to constant visitors, and too much work, and trips out of town. But in part it was also a break from all the ridiculousness you put up with when you're aiming at having multiple hookups a week with a steady supply of new guys. The pickings have been extremely slim-- even other guys on Manhunt seem to be complaining in their profiles about dry spells and a lack of guys who seem serious about hooking up. Seems like something is in the air. I've tried to arrange a few things and been prick-teased and flaked on, even by old standby regulars who are always begging for my dick, so after a while, I decided to give myself a break from it all. Oddly, the pressure in my nuts was not that great; after a while I almost felt a little liberated from those wrinkly little bastards. In the meantime I had a birthday and reflected a bit on what the future holds and the role that tons-n-tons of sex has in my life. I'm not sure I feel the drive to hook up as much as I used to, and wonder if hitting my late 40s is going to slow down availability, too. But then today, on Growlr, I was hit up by a very cute, tight-bodied little 22 year old, who pretty much set up a hookup in minutes, acquiesced to my desire to be serviced and not fuck him-- I figured after three weeks I'd pop instantly if I stuck my dick in an ass-- and then ran over and was in my arms within half an hour or so. I guess my new age only makes me more desirable to the kids? That's what Buddy Bear's experience seems to suggest. I never much had a taste for guys this young, but if they're all like this kid, I'll take it. And wouldn't you know-- despite my pent-up situation, I managed to last almost an hour through quite good head and extremely pleasant fondling, and to stick my raw dick in him AND fuck the cum out of him, literally hands-free fuck him into orgasm-- all without popping till his dick was oozing a thick steady stream of deep-prostate-orgasm cum. And then I shot a fat tadpole of goo on him for good measure-- not sure whether he wanted me to cum in him or not. Not a bad welcome to 45, and not a bad end to my hiatus! The kid was literally less than half my age. His body had that taut pliability that only someone in his 20s has. His dick had that precum-oozing, throbbing hardness that only a guy in his 20s gets. He kissed beautifully, and seemed relieved and hungry when he saw how it was going to be, how I would touch him, how I found the spots on his neck and ears that made him inhale sharply and made his dick jump. He got down on his knees and sucked my own extremely hard dick-- it was pointing almost straight up-- like a true champ. I pulled off his shirt to reveal a hard little torso with a big dark burst of fluff all around his navel and leading into his pants. His hip bones were so narrow and his wrists so slender that as I held them tight and watched his head slide up and down on my dick, I felt I could snap him in half. I don't know why this is exciting… but it is. He was so small in my hands. He had a small fuzzy peach of an ass, enough for a handful of each cheek, no more. His cleft was very hairy but his asshole was a moist, yielding slit to my finger as I petted him curled up into me on the bed. I lowered my whole body on his and within a few minutes of moving against him, limbs tangled and pressed tight, I felt a very slick wetness between us, knew he was precumming madly, and he pushed me off him, saying, "I'm getting close." I reared up on my hands and we both watched his bouncing erection with it's sparkling thread of beaded precum training down to his fuzzy patch. I stroked up and down the side of his body, holding his hip tight in my other hand, and cooed into his ear, "Don't cum, just relax, just enjoy it." He smiled sheepishly and sighed and said, "You're just so HOT." I demurred, but began to work on his body, sucking that taut flesh into my lips from his waist to his armpits. And flipped him and ate that fuzzy peach of an ass. His hole greedily took in my tongue and it was clear that despite his size he would be able to take my fat choad no problem. Despite being harder than a thirteen year old watching Cinemax, and completely drunk on how cute his face and body were, I felt no urgency to cum at all. I thought, I'm gonna put my dick in him, even if it's just for a second. I didn't know if he would balk at my going in bare. I figured I would take it very slow and look for clues. So I teased him with my dickhead and my fingers but made sure I used all the tools in my arsenal to get him to want what I wanted. And during one pass-by with my dickhead over his slit, I popped in-- it did take a little effort, especially with all the hair-- but the shocked little noise he made was one of hunger and satisfaction, not alarm. Not wanting to push anything, I went back to snacking on him eagerly and he was clearly enjoying himself now. I put him on his back and he was grinning at me rather knowingly for someone his age; on his almost boyish face it was a little disconcerting, but I liked it. "You felt so good inside me," he cooed, and I said, very wisely and intelligently, "Yeah!" He hiked his legs back, showing me his hairy crotch, and stared me right in the eye, with that shit-eating I-got-you grin. So I made a big show of slicking up my head with his own precum-- "I'm really close again" he warned when I swiped his dickhead-- and he determinedly put his ankles on my shoulders-- there was no wondering now about what was going to happen-- and I slicked up with spit for good measure and sank in him all the way to the nuts. He pulled me close to him, stroking the hair on my back, and at first seemed shy but then looked me straight in the eye, with his own deep, bottomless brown eyes, and I moved my body against his until we were lost in a fog of pleasure. The angle, I was sure, had me knifing right into his prostate like Guy Fieri boning a salmon. Every time I plunged in I saw his dick swell and bounce. He grinned and grinned at me and I fucked and fucked him. And I pushed his legs back so I could put my full weight on his tender little body while I dug into him, and he felt all of me fucking him, he held my back tight, and I felt that wetness on my stomach again, and he said, "I think I'm going to cum." His head lolled around a bit, like he wasn't sure what he wanted, to cum or get fucked all afternoon. I was rather impressed at this from a 22 year old. I pushed in deep but stopped the plowing, and he just grabbed my hips and said, "Just fuck me," and I did, and as his hands moved to his dick I pushed them away, and held them down on the bed, and eagle-eyed, watched the fruits of his pleasure squirt slowly out of his rather impressive dick all over himself. It pushed out to the rhythm of my fucking. I honestly have not done this to anyone since I was in my early 30s. If I had known I could cum in him, I would have stayed in, but you just can't see a sight like that as a top without completely losing it, so I pulled out quick and jerked my three-week load all over him. It came out much more sluggishly than I would have expected; it almost all seemed to come out at once in one splotch, a thick gob of my genetic material pooled in his nest of black belly hair, surrounded my the thin streaks of his. I wanted to lower my body on his and smear it all between us. I leaned down to kiss him as he grabbed his dick to jack out the last embers of orgasm. I got a rather pert little closed-mouth kiss. I was surprised-- he was so sensual up to this point, but I guess some guys are just guys; they shoot and they're done. So I didn't create the bigger mess of two big smeary ejaculates gluing our bodies together; I tossed him my t-shirt and let him clean up. He was very quiet, and then asked to go to the bathroom. He did, I guess to clean up the stickiness, and when he came back, I was still lying in bed and motioned for him to come lie down next to me for a bit. He didn't seem reluctant but did seem shy. He put his head on my chest but didn't put his legs on mine; he lay there rather stiffly. But I wanted to come down a little more slowly, so I stroked him like a kitten up and down his back. I felt him loosen up a bit, and then, when I found a particular spot on his lower back just above his ass-cleft he let out the tiniest little mew that let me know he liked it. He was pulsing in my hands, his blood coursing, and he seemed almost like a frightened rabbit. I inhaled the scent of his dark hair and kept stroking, asking inane small-talk questions that didn't require much response. And finally I decided it was time to let him go. We got dressed and he seemed a little more comfortable, and accepted a glass of water and asked me some about what I do and that kind of stuff. I let him know yesterday had been my birthday and wryly told him my age. He seemed surprised, though it's on my profile. And he seemed to like it. And then we made sure he had all his stuff and he trotted out the door, with another rather chaste kiss. I told him not to be a stranger and he made a little noise. As I write this, he just texted me, thanking me and saying he had a good time. Polite kid! I told him he was a nice surprise and really fun to fool around with. And he said he would love to do it again. And I think we will! …but you know me... More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Recently I’ve been having a real run of bad luck when it comes to sex. First off, I can’t seem to *find* any— I hit up lots of guys and they either flake or I just get no takers. And then the sex I have gotten had been… Bad. Or just not very fulfilling. I am just coming off a three week dry spell, which was sort of broken this past Sunday by a daddy top. Or at least he called himself a top. He came over, we made out and I sucked him, all the while he talked a good game about fucking me and cumming in my ass. When it came time to fuck, he wanted to do it on my couch so we could watch porn. And then my porn wasn’t good enough— did I maybe have a different video we could watch? And then when we did finally fuck, it was me on my back on the couch, and him sitting upright, one foot on the floor, and sort of working to push his semi-hard cock into me. He tried to make a go of it, but him just sitting there, snorting poppers, watching porn, and sort of jiggling his pelvis a bit wasn’t really doing it for either of us. He couldn’t stay hard and kept slipping out. So I eventually called it. Thanks for playing. He actually looked surprised when I said we were done and asked me if I was going to cum? Um, since you can’t fuck me as promised— no. No I’m not. And then last night I was all set for some great sex with my stoner bud. We were going to smoke some, have a few beers, then fuck like bunnies. Well, first he’s an hour late getting to my place. Lots of excuses. Then we need to drink some. And we take a puff or two. And then while we’re waiting for the effects to kick in, he wants to play cribbage. We’ve played before so I think “Sure, why not ? If it gets me fucked….” So we play, and I win. Which puts him in a foul mood. He’s a sore loser and now we have to play another game so he can redeem himself. So we drink some more and smoke a bit more and play another game. And I start winning again. And he’s upset and keeps making comments about how he likes it so much better when he wins and how it will put him in a topping mood and I think “Ohmigod, I’m not getting fucked until he wins”. So I start playing bad on purpose. But fuck if I don’t keep getting big hands and great cuts and I can NOT lose for trying. I won the second game and now it’s like 9:15 pm and we still haven’t done ANYTHING sexual. I do finally coax him to the bedroom, but he seems not into it. We fuck and it’s ok. I mean, I suck him, he rims me, and all that feels good, and then he slips inside me and starts sawing away. It feels decent and I’m doing poppers and trying to work my ass for him, but he just isn’t getting there. In fact, I can tell he isn’t even at full hardness. I get the impression he’s disinterested and just “going through the motions”. And this realization has an instantly sobering effect on me. So we stop and take a mini-break. At which point I wonder if this is it, and he’s going to leave and I’ll be left empty— again. But he is bound and determined it seems to give me the load he’s promised. So I suck him again, he eats my ass out again (which finally gets him hard) and then he shoves back in me. Ten minutes later he’s finally busting his prodigious nut in my guts and all I can think is “about goddamn time.” I milked it all out and made him fuck it as deep as he could. He doesn’t hang around much longer and when he leaves I realize that I didn’t even cum. And I don’t even really care. To continue my bad luck streak: I had a bud on the line who wanted to fuck my cum sloppy hole after stoner finished with me. He was so hot for it and he’s always good for a deep, hard, fast fuck. But because stoner took so long to finish, my bud couldn’t make it over afterward to donate his to the mix. So again, I found myself S.O.L. This trend had got to change soon; I’m going crazy here! I have a play date lined up for Saturday, but now I’m scared that it’s gonna suck too. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... I love to hang my jockstrapped ass over the back of a couch or a big armchair and get fucked. Something about getting fucked anonymously with my ass spread open and ready for use by an anonymous top gets me going. Unfortunately it is rare where the stars align and I experience the combination of being in theo presence of a small group of ass hungry tops, there is a perfect set-up for me to expose y hungry ass, and the scene gets going really hot. Tonight was that night....and Ingo fucked royally. Right now my asshole is still buzzing and leaking creamy spunk....I just had cum-farts. Soo hot, More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He told me played college ball, I suppose to describe his build. Or justify it. "Dave" said he was 6'1" and 230....but muscular. "a former football player". 6.5" he said. Like most college athletes, math wasn't his strongest subject. He was maybe an inch shorter than that, in the dick department. But he showed up on time, and he was extremely more handsome than his picture lead on. There was probably a time he was even more striking He said he was now a suit & tie guy and he didn't fib. He wore those clothes well. A guy who can wear a suit well, is like a guy in leather - sexy. hot. masculine. The wrong cut and he's just a shlub in a sports coat. This guy knew how to dress. I know I go on about this a lot, but instinctively, the man knew to touch my nipples. I gave him no hints of that - nor how hard or light to do it. He just did it - and did it right. He had me quivering before any of us had a shred of clothes off. Oddly, though it was explicitly stated 'no reciprocation' his hands went to my belt first and dropped my pants. He only wanted to feel my cock, but not see it, let alone taste it. It never came out of my boxer briefs. His made a slight lump in his suit pants. I was on my knees undoing his belt and feeling his cock through his shorts before chewing on both cotton and cock for a little while. He pushed me away. He took off his pants and shoes, unbuttoned his shirt, but left it on (which is hot to me) and then sat on an office chair. "Lick my balls". In one of his emails he said he had "big balls". I suppose that is all relative, but going from some extensive data collected by myself over the past few decades, I can attest that these were not only not big, but they did not even qualify as 'medium'. I licked them. I sucked them. I went further south. "Lick my ass". I dug in. I ate that hole. You know how I love to do that. ...and that my friends was about all she wrote. "I'm gonna cum! Take it and then you can eat my ass some more". I pulled off the ass and went down on his cock, which by the way he wasn't even stroking. I've got a fucking magic tongue! I will give the man this - he came a huge amount. ...and it tasted good. I stayed on him, making sure every drop was ingested. I licked him clean and then expected to eat his ass some more. But he stood up and started to dress. I kindly asked if he did not want his ass eaten some more and he replied - "it will give you something to look forward to next time". Here's hoping. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here Big dick skinny guy is growing on me. We hooked up again a week ago and then yesterday. He doesn't have the kind of face that would make you turn around for another look if you passed him I'm the street. But he's tall and lean, and has that big uncut dick, and he's a relentless top. And he's a big kisser. He can look quite the innocent - like a 30 year old teenager. Yet he's hungry to taste arsehole and pits and piss and taint. When he has me on my back, arse in the air with his tongue in my crack, all I can see is his big dark eyes staring at me, all solemn, as he works my hole. He's not that young but he's got a mix of innocence and lewdness about him that, with those eyes, made me feel very Mrs Robinson at one point. Anyway the big revelation is that he's in love with my hole. When we hooked up a week ago he ended up fisting me. He did a repeat yesterday. And he is good. Doesn't fuck around, goes straight in, knows what to do. And whether it's the technique or the shape of his hand or what I don't know but he gets in there and my hole starts singing Hallelujah. He's the best I've had since Jamie. Last time he got me all loosened up and then got greedy. Levering my hole open with one fist he then pushed his log in and fucked me. Hurt like fuck but he was stretching me, not ripping me, and it was the kind of hurt a bottom needs every now and again. Once or twice he surprised me by sliding his dick in for a few strokes without a rubber. But he basically plays safe only. Or so I thought. Last night he'd been fucking me doggy and missionary for half an hour when I got up to take a piss. He followed me in, rubbed his dick in my crack ... and then slid it in. It took me half a minute before I realized he was pissing in my hole, the dirty fucker. I let him finish then made him kneel in the shower while I blew it back out over his chest. Mmmm. My dick stood to attention and we just knelt there kissing for what seemed like an age. After a break he fisted me. He makes my hole feel soooo good. I just lie there in bliss. He's pretty happy too. Loves the sight of his fist sliding in and out, loves playing with the little rosebud after he's pulled right out. And then we lie there and talk. He's a bit of a loner, worries he's getting too reliant on kinky sex ... but not really. Worries he hasn't found a boyfriend ... but really prefers being by himself. Solitary but thoughtful, warm, cuddly, endlessly kissable, everhard, relentless. Plus a dick that still hurts every time he pushes in all the way. I'm getting to enjoy it. A lot. More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... One of my favorite buds took this video of breeding my ass. Every time he is in town he stops by and drops his big load in my cunt. I meet him blindfolded on all fours ass up. He is one of my favorite regulars. I am addicted to his cock. He is the best in deep breeding. He has a huge cock and a huge load! Each time is a blast. I just love how he fucks my brains out opening my hole and dumping his seed deep in my guts. I love how long he cums and his moaning and grunting when he is unloading. It drives my nuts. He really fucks my guts out and it feels amazing. More (many of his blog posts have video)...

Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... I got this email today via Xtube after my post about a Grand Central encounter: that was ME! Message: wow, i just now read your blog about a guy recognizing you in Grand Central, and believe it or not, that was me. lol. too funny. I would never stalk you bro so no worries there, haha. So fucking awesome to have seen you that day, I thought it was you and yes I did follow you for a few seconds before I was positive enough (and bold enough)to call out your name. You were by yourself so I knew i wasn't going to tip your hand to anyone you knew. You are as hot as your pictures suggest and even hotter and I hope to see you in action in video someday. Thanks for being cool at Grand Central that day. Any other guy could have really ripped into me I guess. I never thought about it too much. Didn't have time to think at all, in fact. I guess I was so swept up by the whole thing. Name here is Bill, nice to meet you Will. So I'm glad to know who it finally was, he's a big fan on Xtube and DN, and it's all good. (that's his xtube profile pic; he's a bottom too). I don't have to look over my shoulder anymore, and as it turns out, we may bump into each other again someday. --will More...