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Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... You've got to check out this hottie on YouTube called YoMuscleBoii. I think his real first name is Josh. Awesome pecs, muscled guns, sculpted abs and stunning looks. And he can act. The video that's my favorite so far is a takeoff on the 5 types of guys who do Instagram. I think it's my favorite because he's shirtless in one of the segments. (His pits are unbelievable.) here's the embed: If he ever wanted to make a fortune in porn, it's all his. Gay or straight, wouldn't matter. Just hope he's not one of those hotties who isn't hung. Wouldn't mind seeing him bottom for a roomful of raw mammoth black cocks, but would prefer in my fantasy to have him topping me and smothering me in between loads with those sweaty hairy pits... ;-) More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I’ve been craving black dick for awhile, but in my very white Midwestern town, it isn’t that easy to cum by. However, I recently discovered where they all hang out— Craigslist. I Put up an ad for an anonymous, blindfolded, walk in scene, and got many responses. And several of them were black dudes on the DL just looking to nut in a white dude’s butt. After weeding out several flakes, I got one to agree to cum over. He’s 26 and says he has 10 inches. He sent me a pic— it was more like 8. But still better than most guys. I give him my address and wait. 15 minutes later he’s calling from my lobby, and I buzz him in. I am lubed and ready, so I don the blindfold and assume the position. I hear him shuffle in. “Daaaaayum.” He says. “Lookit that big, white ass!” "You gonna breed it, man?" "Heeeeeell yeah." I hear him undo his belt and his pants fall heavily to the floor. Then he crawls up onto my bed behind me and his belt buckle clunks the footboard and jangles. The fucker didn’t even bother taking off his shoes or pants. He just pulled them down. He grabs the lube and starts getting ready. I hit the poppers. As he positions his cock, I reach back to feel it. Mostly to feel his size, but also to check for a condom. Nope— bare. And big! He lines up with skill (he’s done this before) then he shoves that fucker in and starts pumping me. "Damn, that pussy TIGHT!" He exclaims. "Ain’t gonna last long." "Breed me whenever the fuck you want, it’s your hole to use." He lasted longer that he thought he would. Maybe 5 minutes total, with some pauses and slowdowns. But soon he was edged up and ready. "You want it? You want it, bitch?" "Fuckin’ fill my ass man!!" "UNGGGGHHHHHH!" He thrust into me and unloaded his DL stud semen. I took it all. Then I started my patented “ass milking”. "Oh! Daaaayum! That pussy got skills! Fuck yeah! Ungghh! Filling that bitch ass UP! Yeah!" I milked him til he was dry, then he slid out, wiped up with the towel I had handy, pulled up his pants, and was heading for the door. "Datum that was nice. Imma hit you back sometime." Whenever you want, stud. Whenever you want. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here The cock was 7.5"...maybe a bit longer. It was thick. It was slightly curved upwards. I looked 'exactly' like this.... Maybe because it was the exact same cock. He found me on A4A, but he was 30 miles away. I kind of dismissed him after he reached out to me and I saw the distance. Yet he was persistent. Very persistent. ...and fuck if he didn't say all the right things. 45, 5'9, 180. A decent build, but not great. It was more his cock, his attitude, his cockiness that appealed to me. Doesn't it always go that way when it comes to my preferences? The apt was nice, but the bedroom was cramped and dark. It didn't matter - soon I was on my knees deepthroating that fucking shaft, all the way to the balls. He sipped his coffee while I did that. Engaged, yet detached. A nice combo. Within minutes we were on his bed. Or futon. It wasn't comfortable, but I wasn't there for comfort exactly. He said he was an expert at getting his cock into an ass, and he was good. I might have undersold my experience, but he didn't need to know that. I've had a few up there, even his size. I blossom for him, he sinks in. He bottoms out. He starts moving. All on his timetable, not mine. If I am comfortable, or not, is not his concern. He moves at his pace, and that is a driving, motion that pulls back and dives forward. Drives forward. My head hits against the cement wall - time and again. Moving pillows behind it helps for about six thrusts then it is back to scalp on cement. Oddly I am more ok with this than he is, but it's not my bedroom. He sweats. A lot. I'm guessing he's lost two liters in the two hours I'm eventually there - and most of it falls onto me, as I will always be below him. The fucker plays with my nipples, which I know, and now he does, that my ass spasms around his buried cock. It also makes me weak. Weaker. I'm already in a vulnerable position, but that's ok, I've put myself here. He had something to do with it, but not most of it. He wants to kiss. I do not, but he insists and I'm in little position to argue. His lips hit mine. He likes the banter - about how much he likes to fuck. How he'd never come in me without my permission. I know he's lying, but I can play that game. I tell him, no matter what, to pull out of me before ejaculation. He changes the subject, to absolve himself of what will happen. The first time - it is an hour. He barely loses rigidity even when he has to take a slight break. After he's back in, he's at full mast. The fucking continues. It feels good. He finally "promises me" he won't cum in me. That is, until he does. His eyes close, his head goes slightly back and he makes those noises that don't actually form words. I can't feel the semen, but I feel every twitch of his cock. The fuck has been an hour. He stays in. He moves his dick to make sure his load goes deeper. I push back against his shaft. Clearly, I'm helping. He doesn't withdraw. He starts pumping. Harder this time. "You want another load?" When I arrived he told me he could give me two, possibly three. But after an hour with the first, I was kind of out of time....or close to it. He ignored my thought of needing to leave. He pushed forward.............and pulled back. And repeat. In 10 minutes, he was depositing load number two up my ass. He's taken his cock out and kissing me again. He's still hard. Maybe he took ED pills before my arrival. Maybe he's like this. I don't know. He tells me I have an invitation to come back - and he's put both invites up my ass. He's rubbing my leg with his cock. His still hard cock. He slips a finger in my hole to make sure nothing is leaking out. He's impressed with the grip I have that none of his seed is escaping. I knew it wouldn't. He replaces his finger with his cock - pushing his load deeper. The pushing of the load becomes another round of fucking. HARD fucking. My head is really hitting the wall. His downstairs neighbors must hate him....or be in awe. One of the two. In another 7-10 minutes load three goes into me. I can not tell the amount from 1, 2 or 3. Does it matter? It's all in there. Mixing. He's out of me again. We are at the absolute limit of time - I had had had to leave. He had to work. But he's still fucking hard. He's wiping his fucking dripping body with a towel, it seems to do little good. He doesn't care about the time at this point - and I'm caring less. "Pull your legs back". I comply. I've come this far - why not keep going? For another 15 minutes he fucks me. I think he couldn't possibly shoot again, yet he does. The FOURTH time. Maybe at this point he was shooting blanks - I have no idea. But he was orgasming. You could see it in his face and his body tensing. He pulls out and stands next to the bed. He wasn't the only one tensed. My legs were trembling involuntarily. We had just hit hour #2. My ass was sore - or at least tender. He had been tenderizing it, making the tissue swell inside, for over 120 minutes, almost non-stop. Again, he "claims" to not have actually cum in me. He's back on that smart-ass kind of back and forth. He waves his cock 18 or so inches from my face to say, it's slick but it's not cum. ...and if I wanted to make sure, I could get closer. So I got closer. And closer. Soon my mouth was wrapped around the head. Then further down the shaft. Then down to the balls. Yes, when you got to the base, it kind of had a hint of ass smell on the dick. I told him it didn't taste like ass. I told him it didn't taste like cum either. He kept up the pretense then it must never actually happened. However, the next morning, I ended up losing his loads, as I clearly held onto them for about 16 hours. When I mentioned that to him via text, he told me they must have been someone else's and that I was faggot for letting a guy shoot up my ass. Nice touch. I have been invited back, and while it's a long drive, I just might take him up on it. Possibly next week. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Now, if that title got your attention, you will have to either skip to the end, or let me tell you about what I can recall from a very full week of debauchery during the street fair we just had. During the week I wanted to get fucked and chatted up a local friend. He was amiable to breeding my ass, so I prepped and met him after work. Damn, did he fuck the hell out of my ass! Not only a hung, thick cock but a head that can plug a tight ass. As many know, I have a buddy down near LA that loves to breed my ass every year that he comes to town in September (or any other time he can get up here). This year we not only planned it to be on video, but we included a very special person as a third top to fuck the hell out of me..and yes, we even managed a DP! Those three loads started out the fun. On Friday night I went to one of the local play parties. Being a good bottom, I was ready for any and all cocks. There was one guy in particular that was so large he was pointed out to me by a friend. Well, he was busy fucking the hell out of another that I bent over and let a guy plow my hole. As I looked over my shoulder, I see the hung guy watching me...and when the other top pulled out he moved in for the hole...and fuck, he was hung! I was not about to let him leave without some intense hole pounding, so I turned on power bottom mode and started to push back for each thrust forward. The only thing holding me up under that assault on my ass was the chain link fence in front of me. On a side note, the next day I saw him in the bar and mentioned it. At first he was not sure who I was, then I turned around and showed him my bare ass...and his eyes lit up and he said "YES, I remember!" During that play party I actually bred one young twink twice. Just a bit after getting there I saw his smooth tight ass in a pair of assless underwear. Bent over and just open for business - so I went up and dumped my first load of the night. Later, I saw him in a sling and we recognized each other. I fucked him a bit in there, and let the others have him...but, an hour later I saw him in the fence area and fucked him right there until I gave him my second load. There was one very HOT man, a bit shorter than me but packing a hefty uncut cock...and a sexy Irish accent. I chatted with him over a cocktail, and later he found me in the chain maze and pushed me to my knees. Instantly he started to skull fuck me. It was not long until he pulled out of my throat and started stroking. Suddenly he began to shoot his load - and I was instantly covered. I could feel it hitting my forehead, my cheeks, my mouth, my eyes and covering my nose. Fuck yes! I stood up and continued to walk around with his load dripping down my face - and even used his cum as some lube for a quick fuck in the back - that guy just pumped my hole for a bit and walked away. On Sunday, I went to the fair and headed to a spot I know will give me cock to swallow or ride. Sure enough, in walks a hot young guy - all in leather. I started off sucking his blonde pubed cock. After a few minutes of head, I stood up and said it should be in a tight hole. He asked if I had a condom. Since I did not, one of his buddies produced one. On it went, and into my hole it went! He pounded me hard while bent over a bench, for all of the room to see. It was getting warm, and we were both drenched in sweat. He pulled out and I asked if he wanted to just blow his load on my face. He smiled and said yes! I dropped to my knees and went back to blow job mode. Within minutes he was unleashing a full face load of cum. I stood up and someone wanted to wipe it off, until I stopped his hand and said that I was wearing it out, and eating it myself. Now on to my title load.. Awhile later, in a separate section of the locale, I was surrounded by men in various stages of undress - cocks were in mouths, ass or hands. I needed some cock but everyone seemed occupied. I went to turn around and walked into a guy behind me. He was about 4 to 4' 5" tall, buff and built with facial hair and a military haircut..and HOT. When I looked down and saw the 7 inches of cock in his hand, you know I wasted no time in dropping to my knees and swallowing him. I took him balls deep, and worked over his cock with my tongue and throat. We kept this up for a couple of minutes, then I stood up with a huge grin on my face. My next question to him was "do you want to fuck me?" and he said yes. I turned right around and bent over. He walked up to my hole and slid in with just the spit on his cock. He wasted no time in starting to power fuck my willing ass. I reached down and had to undo the cod piece of my jock because I was rock hard. My cock was dripping massive amounts of pre cum. I felt him grab the strap of my jock and pull me back even further onto his rock hard cock. I was moaning..well, like a bitch in heat. He kept up the piston fucking of my hole until I felt him pull out, and suddenly I felt the familiar warmth of a hot load hitting my ass cheek. I looked back and he was standing there with his spent cock in hand. I reached back, grabbed his shaft and pushed him back into my hole. I felt his cock give a couple of spasms and then let him slide out. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Have you ever had a guy come over who has a great cock, but when it came time to use it, he was just… Not good? At all?? Yeah, I had that last night. I guy that I’d been cruising online for awhile finally agreed to come over. I’d never even seen pics of him or his dick, I was just going by his profile. He shows up, and while decently attractive, he is carrying a few more pounds than he’d indicated. But when I knelt down… Yeah, it was pretty. Not quite the 8” advertised, but every bit 7.5. And thick. And veiny. With a nice head. Ramrod straight and Rock hard. I got to sucking it and he seemed to really enjoy my mouth. A bit too much- as he kept wanting to ram all of it into the back of my throat. "You like that cock? You like sucking that big dick?" I nodded and kept at it. "Tell me how much you like my cock!" So I pull off and say, “Damn, I…” Which is all I got out before he grabbed my head and shoved back in. Dude, do you want me to tell you I like it or not?? Then it was time for fucking. "You want me to fuck you? You want this big dick in that muscle pussy?" Um… Suuuuure. So he had me lube us both up, get on my stomach, and lay there with my legs together. He got on top and roughly shoved in. But only his head and maaaaaybe another inch. Then he rocked this back and forth, just fucking my hole with his tip. Which, because I have a fairly meaty ass, kept falling out. So he’d end up fucking it between my thighs for a bit. Then he’d enter me again, and repeat. "Squeeze that ass for me, bitch! Make it tight in my cock! Squeeze it!!" I basically had to lay there and keep my thighs tensed and locked together and my ass muscles clenched for him. "You ready?" He asks. "Dude, just fucking breed me already." I grunted. Which he finally did. As a bottom, I appreciate basically any fucking that my hole receives. Slow fucks, hard pounding, stirring around, deep thrusts, etc. And the “just the tip” thrusting can be hot— WHEN the top is just teasing your hole before plunging in to the hilt again. But this guy left my place with 6 unused inches of dick! Not to mention leaving me with a very dissatisfied hole. At least I got his load in me. Well, most of it, as he slipped out during and coated my crack in cum. More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... NEW LOAD COUNT 227 in the ass 220, in the mouth 7 September brought me >30 loads. Again, no day without a load! More (many of his blog posts have video)...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight I went up to Murray Hill to juice up the body a little latin guy, maybe 5'8, who has chased me for a month or so now, setting up times in the near future when I can fuck him, but who never knows who I am when I text him, and typically never replies once I remind him. Today was going to be his third chance, and this I only was giving him because his picture was awfully handsome in a new way-- I have never fucked a guy who looked quite like this, somehow. Not my usual type but quite appealing. He'd told me yesterday he'd be off today at 5:30 and wanted me to do him. I replied this morning saying I would text him around then if I was free. And I did, and predictably, to my irresistible "Hey wanna fuck" text, he replied, "Yes! Who is this?" (which is hilarious; how many of us get random texts asking us if we want to fuck, right when we want to fuck, but we have no clue who it is?). I told him who I am, and this time he sent me his address. So I ran up there. And, of course, this being the theme for the week, it was not the guy in the picture! He was nice enough looking, not quite as glamorous as the picture but nice enough, and had a very cute little body that I really enjoyed wrapping my considerably bigger bulk around and feeling up as we made out very nicely. But the ass definitely wasn't his either, which was a bit of a disappointment, and led to a fairly mundane fuck. But he turned out to be a nice guy, during our long post-coital chat, and as I left him and went back to the subway, I felt that deep satisfaction only a top can feel when he has deposited his semen in yet another dude in yet another locale. I love getting off in other dudes and leaving them with my cum inside them. We made out and felt each other up a lot, and he smelled really nice; I don't know what soap he uses but for some reason it was turning me on. He sucked me till I was hard as a rock, on the floor at my feet, as he manipulated his own ridiculously big dick-- I love these tiny little guys with huge dorks in their pants; it's a fun surprise and had not been advertised on his profile. I flipped him over to inspect his ass, which I could tell from exploring it with my hands had almost no substance to it at all. But I still ate it out, and his hole dilated beautifully. He quickly flipped back, pulled his kneecaps up to his ears, and somehow made it gape at me hungrily. I guess he just wanted meat and he wanted it now. I was plenty hard, despite the disappointment at not being able to buy my face in his rear any, so I obliged, and pushed my fat tubesteak into him; against his slender frame my prong looked like a monster choad and I also love that, not being particularly endowed. He felt inviting and warm inside, and I got harder once I hit bottom inside him, but he was maybe a little too diligent with cleaning out; he had completely wiped out any inner moisture and his inner walls felt squicky and dry, giving my dick that wet-finger-against-balloon feeling you get from some guys who are not particularly juicy inside; I was a little disappointed. But he was so in love with being fucked, and held me so tightly, arms on my hairy back, or hands clutching my hairy knees, that I felt excited fucking him, and quickly felt like I would cum. He wanted me inside him as deep as possible. He pulsed inside deliciously along the length of my bone and at one point I almost lost it, far too early in the fuck, and had to hold myself perfectly motionless, clenching every muscle between my legs to keep from slipping into orgasm; my dick finally relented, saying "BLAH" and spurting out one small jet of cum way inside him. But this served to slime him up inside sufficiently to get a much nicer glide on subsequent strokes. (I actually don't agree with a lot of rabid barebackers that "cum is the best lube"; I think it's a little too thin for a good velvety sensation. But whatever weird chemistry he had in there helped my spooge act more like lube than usual.) And I deep dicked him long and slow, had one more single-spurt proto-orgasm, and kept up the thrusting; he had curled himself back into a tiny ball and was just loving being completely open to me. Finally my dick was sick of being bullied around and said "I'm gonna burst now and you can't stop me." I told him I was going to cum and he furiously fisted his big fat tool while I bucked my cum into him, very hard and fast. And then he popped a minute later, as I held his nipple with one hand and his face with his other; as he ejaculated he choked my still-engorged member furiously inside; this guy must have pubo-coccygial muscles of steel. I flopped back to rest, having worked up a sweat despite it being a rather short 20 minutes fuck or so, and he stoked the hair on my body, delightfully exclaiming, "Nice and fuzzy!" with a very cute Long Island accent. We talked a bit after that; he seemed to be cuddly and I was rather tired and enjoyed the attention he was giving me. But I was very sticky and sweaty, so at a lull in the conversation about where we're from and suchlike, I asked if I could rinse off. He quickly clammed up, disappointed and embarrassed that he'd talked a bunch, but I kissed him and stroked him to put him at ease, and let him know I wasn't one of those dudes who is all passion when I'm inseminating him but cold as ice afterwards. I quickly rinsed and we chatted some more as I got dressed. He showed me the view he had of the Chrysler Building from his bedroom, and said, "That was my inspiration!" I didn't know what he meant, so he pointed at a painting on the wall behind me, a very graphic, kaleidoscopic rendition of four Chrysler Buildings meeting at a point. "I'm an artist!" he beamed, and I made encouraging noises. He also had a big painting of the Capricorn zodiacal sign; I asked if he had mine (Scorpio, of course), and he said, "Not a big one, but I have some prints..." and he went to his desk and rummaged through some folders, pulling out a similar one of a scorpion. "Here, let me sign it," he said, and he did, and gave it to me. It was actually rather sweet; I protested I couldn't take it but he insisted. "I'd like you to have it!" he effused. I once had someone mail me a thank-you card in the 90s after I fucked him; this is not quite as good but pretty nice! We talked and I put my hands all over him a little more, and then I gathered my things to go. He kept calling me "Handsome mister!" and when I turned to exit the door I felt him grab my calf muscle playfully and call out, "Keep in touch!" It was fun, but I still wish I could have fucked the dude in the picture. On the subway home I thought about it and decided I wanted to try to find MY fake picture! If I, for whatever reason, could not reveal my own superhero identity on the net, and had to be someone else, who would I be? I decided to search the internet for some images. This was actually harder than I thought it would be. This is NOT my body: And this is NOT my face: Wanna fuck? More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He came alone. Except for the first time Gnarly Dicked Dad and I hooked-up, he's always brought a "buddy" with him to watch or participate. The way he set up this encounter made me think someone would be tagging along. I like the tag-alongs. But here he was at the door. Alone. That meant nothing. His "friends" have been known to show up after we have gotten started. But I didn't ask, as GDD was on the phone. Well, his phone was on, as was his bluetooth device. As I opened the door, he put a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet and then pointed to the device around his ear. He walked in and to my office, listening to the conversation, of which I could hear voices but not actual words. I assumed he was wrapping up his call and we'd begin our scene. I checked work email and such, but he began dropping his zipper, then his belt, then his pants. I got the message. This was starting NOW. I went over and dropped to my knees - he started talking to his client and colleagues about recruitment packages for CFOs and upper management. I stuffed my mouth with his cock. This cock: It is a nice fat piece of meat. He knows it - and he knows I know it. The guy isn't exactly a looker (he's not horrible either), but he's confident with a big dick and that counts for a fuck of a lot. I slobbered on the shaft. I deep throated that monster meat. I bobbed. I licked. I nibbled. I did all the things that a cocksucker can and should do to a slab of beef. Of course, I also worked his sac. I am more a fan of the licking the nuts than the sucking of them, but I'll do whatever the guy needs or wants. He was up for licking. I noticed, and wondered if his phone colleagues did, his breathing getting heavier and heavier. He never muted them, so he wasn't doing it for my benefit. He always seemed in complete control, so maybe he was unaware how his respiration's had changed. I was actually palming his meat while I was down licking his nuts when he tapped me on the head and pointed to his dick with some urgency. I placed my lips over the head and sank down about three-quarters of the way when his honey poured out into my mouth. Then it shot. And shot. And shot. He never made a sound. I could hear his staff still chatting with the client. He never gave up the ghost of what might be going on right under their noses....or ears, as the case may be. I nursed that dick too. I swallowed his seed while his cock was still in my mouth then would tighten my mouth and lips to orally squeeze out any little drop remaining. And even after I extracted that rod from my mouth, I used my hands to squeeze two more pearls out which I made disappear before his eyes, as he was looking right down at me - literally and figuratively. I sat back on my heels and he stood up, pulled up his pants, fastened them and walked out while still on his call - never saying one word to me. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I just deposited an intense load of semen in the ass of a 24 year old Persian kid in Queens-- an ass that would make any top weep with pleasure and longing-- after sweating copiously all over his lithe, tight body for an hour. He was so sensual, so open to pleasure, and so exotically handsome that my dick ached and throbbed and oozed the entire time, and after my orgasm I felt my body still trembling, all the way through the shower I took to get the sweat off, through dressing, and walking back in the car to sit in traffic home. Literally shaking. "I want to do this every day," he had whispered into my ear at one point, while I was heaving my hairy dad's body against his thin hairless boy's body, and I whispered back that I could fuck him all night long-- and I could have, if the pleasure wasn't so great that I had to spend the whole time inside him fighting an epic battle with my testicles about what to do with my burning spooge. This was one amazing fuck, the kind I am always searching for, the kind that makes lesser sex seem downright ridiculous and pointless. And to top it off, it was all these things despite happening in the house of a friend of his, whom he was "cat sitting" for, on a futon in the crappy cluttered living room, separated from the hallway and kitchen only by a flimsy fabric screen, while the friend's roommate was home, going back and forth from his bedroom to the kitchen, cooking a hamburger with onions, having two full telephone conversations, and washing dishes-- all to the tune of a crappy blues band on the television on some public-access channel, which the Persian kid had put on to cover the sounds of our rutting (I doubt it did). I am supremely distractable and can lose my erection because of an ice cream truck passing, but this was so intense, so fantastic, that a bubble of fuck energy surrounded us and I never missed a beat, diving deeper and deeper into him, deeper and deeper into sexual ecstasy, despite this worldly nonsense. God, what a beautiful fuck! It was so mind-erasing that it only struck me on the drive home that the dude really was not the same dude in his pictures-- that guy had nice thick, natural muscles on a lightly hairy frame, and the dude I fucked was much more slender and boyish. But he had thick, sensuous lips, large facial features, a tiny waist with achingly round buttocks attached-- those at least looked just as advertised-- and spring-loaded nips that I apparently worked expertly, making his respectably meaty tool ooze threads of precum nonstop between our bodies and leaving him moaning and incapacitated with pleasure. After about 10 minutes of nothing but working on his nips, rubbing my cock in the aforementioned precum, and fingering his asshole, he said the magic words: "You can do anything you want to me." His profile had said he wanted safe sex, and we never discussed fucking (I didn't care; even if all I did was eat his ass for an hour, I would have been happy), but the abject surrender to my ministrations evident in his sighing tone let me know that I was going to be ejaculating in this kid as deeply and copiously as I could possibly ejaculate. That utterance sent me into another dimension of excitement, and I got to work making sure he wouldn't regret giving me carte blanche to the inner reaches of his body. When I'd arrived he had an obnoxious hockey game playing on the TV, and explained that his "bedroom" was the living room; he apologized for the flimsy screen, and for the presence of the roommate, who had promised to leave an hour ago but wasn't budging. I looked at the fabric screen-- it covered the whole passageway from the hall, but each panel was separated from the next by like two inches of space; the entire Von Trapp family could fit on the other side and watch my hairy, schlubby body pump my fetid sexual fluid into this kid without crowding or sacrificing a view. Entirely uncharacteristically, I didn't care. I merely asked him to change the channel, saying, "I really loathe the sound of sports on the TV," and he agreed and looked all over for a music channel. The crappy blues band was the first thing he found. It was extremely distracting at first, but as I sank into the pleasures offered by his body, I blocked it out. As we went deeper and deeper into each other, I only registered the distractions very vaguely. "He's in the kitchen," the kid hissed at one point, and sure enough I heard cabinets opening and closing and the distinctive sound of hands swimming through Tupperware containers. But I fucked on! The hamburger sizzled and the onions released their stink; my dick just slid obliviously through the slick, warm, velvety innards of this beautiful kid. He held my body, I held his body, and I fucked and fucked him all through the roommate's plan-making phone call with whoever. The blues band switched abruptly to very pretty, jangly music as I told him I needed to cum so badly but it was so good didn't want to ever cum; "Don't cum," he said, and I told him I wouldn't, and we went higher and higher. The room grew dim and we fucked on. The band began to play a Chris Isaak song; as the singer, who suddenly sounded a lot better, crooned the keening chorus, the kid dropped into a deep well of need for my body, and the fuck began to feel incredibly romantic, despite the fact that I'm old enough to be his father and I didn't quite catch his name. "I want to fall in love..." the singer sang, and my nuts hoisted themselves into the trunk of my body, and by the next chorus, my erection was soaking him deeply with my genetic material. I felt his body clench around mine when he felt me shooting. "I want to see your face," he said, and I held my head slackly above his, unable to see, unable to do anything but squirt cum and gasp. The roommate was washing dishes and my soul was on the moon tending a garden of unearthly delights. My orgasm seemed to last forever. I stayed inside him and worked on his nipples again, hoping to make him cum. He got close, then stroked himself, and moaned how good I was making him feel, and the band began to play Folsom Prison Blues. Now that I was no longer burdened with my sperm, I came to in the here and now again; it was an effort to pleasure him to his own orgasm with that ridiculousness playing, and I became acutely paranoid about the roommate standing behind the screen, watching me screw this kid up until he popped. But I didn't turn my head, I didn't break my stride, and I heard his breath quicken and his voice cry out while I was very firmly biting the very end of his right nipple between gentle, tugging teeth. I heaved myself up and stroked his body, admiring its curves. He wiped up his goo and stood up, saying he would get me a towel. I was shaking. I saw him visibly shaking. We had deeply affected each other with this fuck. I don't know if we had been watched or not. I wonder! I bathed quickly, not seeing the roommate on my way to or from the bathroom. But as I was dressing he began moving around the apartment again, much to the chagrin of my bottom. I said, "I really don't care, just relax, if you want I can just head out." "Hold on, my pants, my shoes..." and he staggered around naked, looking for something to wear to escort me out, finally dressing and venturing tenderly out into the hall. The coast seemed clear. "Do you think he's stalling to check me out?" I asked, and he said he didn't know, but that it looked like the guy went down to the laundry room. So we didn't run into him. I skipped out and put the top down and drove back home as the sun set. He had said he might want to fuck again before he goes back to San Francisco at the end of the week. He is one person I might break my normal habits for. Or maybe I should leave this a perfect experience. Either way... Wow. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Folsom week has started off with a bang... The morning started off with me working out and catching the eye of a regular gym buddy. He has either fed me a load or fucked me after our workouts, and I really wanted it today. I walked into the locker room and we both had the same idea. He sat down next to me and within seconds his fist sized cock was already hard. Without wasting any time I leaned over and began to suck. After a couple of minutes I got down on my knees between his legs to let his full length go down my throat until his balls were resting on my chin. He loves it and I could feel the shaft pulsing in my throat. I stood up, turned around and let him take over. He started with a finger in my tight hole, then proceeded to a second. By this time I was aching for more. I reached behind me and grabbed his shaft to stroke it a few more times. Then I slowly walked backwards until I was hovering right over his cock head. Then I sat right down. That first second was painful, due to the size of his head but once it was past the entry I pushed back and he slid all the way in. Now it was time to really fuck! Between his thrusting and my bouncing, you could hear the echo of flesh on flesh. At one point he popped out, and I instantly right back down. Probably less than a minute later I was beginning to feel the cum in my balls churning - I had to stop stroking. And then I felt an orgasm start to build and told him to give me his load. He felt my hole tighten around his shaft as my nuts started to release my load - and that put him over the edge and he began to fill my ass with his thick cum. Well, that was one load - but not the last... Towards the end of the afternoon I had a message from a foreign athlete and he was looking for a no strings blow job. We had started talking from an ad he placed looking for a cocksucker, and nothing but a cocksucker. During the exchange he asked if I was a good cocksucker - I said that I have been told I can take care of what he needed. He gave me his address and I went over. Compact guy, and you can tell that he is indeed a professional athlete that spends time running - his ass, legs and chest were all muscle. He took me upstairs and dropped his sweatpants. For foreplay he wanted his nipple worked over by my tongue. After a couple of minutes of that, he pushed my head down between his legs and fed me his cock. You know I do love to suck, and I wanted to be sure he comes back for more. A few times I would cup his balls, and then he would want me to go hands free and just deep throat and suck. He would start to buck into my face and I knew he wanted to face fuck my throat, so I let him - and then I would piston my throat down on his shaft quickly until he was oozing more precum. Then he began to thrust and told me he was going to cum. Now, since the whole goal was for me to be his expert cocksucker I just nodded and let him pound my mouth. Then he began to shoot...holy fuck, he had a massive thick load. Quickly my mouth filled and I had to swallow to make room for more. Two more times I swallowed and then he was drained. After he caught his breath he asked if I liked it - I said yes, and said that I hoped he did....and he did. Ok, now onto the last bit of fun... I went back to the gym to get in some cardio. In the afternoon I don't really expect much cruising or action. After my workout I was about enter the steam room when a HOT ginger muscle bear walked out. He was not wearing his towel so I also saw his cock swinging as he walked. We checked each other out, and I wasn't sure what to expect. Then he came back in and sat next to me. Well, I had a semi woody and was sitting with my legs spread a bit when he walked in, so he had an eye full. After he sat down, another guy came in....damn! The hot muscle bear got up to use the shower and I was treated to an amazing smooth white butt. You know how some of those gingers are...hairy up top, and just the lightest coating of hair on their ass and aournd their hole. We were waiting it out, and I was getting fully rock hard so I adjusted my position to let him see. He smiled and leaned back to see more. The other guy stuck around, and it was hot so we both left to shower and cool down. While I was in the shower, he took one next to me and motioned for me to join him. After I walked in, he was in position to suck me off - and I was not going to say no. He took my cock in his mouth and reached up to tweak my nipple. And you know that my nips are hard wired to my cock, so he was doing it right. There I was basically standing over this massive young ginger bear - probably 6' 2" and 210 lbs of muscle. Arms as big as my thighs and an evil grin under his beard...as I said, HOT. After only a couple of minutes I was close. He told me to let him know when I was about to cum. I stroked a few times and let him know it was about to blast. He took my cock in his mouth, and spurt after spurt went straight onto his tongue. When my balls were fully drained he licked his lips and said "good boy". He had the same look on his face that I have seen in videos and I knew he was one happy cum pig. Maybe I will be lucky and run into him again sometime... More...

Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... My quasi-boyfriend/breeder texted me the other day and said he'd been saving himself for a multiple-load session with me. I had to work Saturday, but I decided to go for it on Friday night and risk leaking cum during the day at work, which for me meant the possibility of having a wet stain in front of some horny teenage football players who are more savvy than you would believe. So there I was on my knees after midnight Friday, sucking away at the beautiful black boner I call mine. Rob's cock is 8 inches long, thick, wide-brimmed, fat in the middle, and black. His pubes are thick and curly, and I've been practicing my deep-throat skills so I was getting a lot of that brillo up my nostrils. Suddenly he cupped his hands behind my head and started pumping my throat. Rough. I was gagging. He'd back off slightly to let me gulp some air. Then he'd shove it back in. My eyes were watering, and I realized what he was aiming to do. Sure enough, his first load of the night came squirting out, inside my mouth, and he shoved the head of his throbbing boner against my uvula, that punching bag of flesh hanging down over the top of my throat, and made me gulp down his seed whole. I never even tasted it. Without skipping a beat, he had me assume the position over his bed, my body bent in half at the hips with my cheeks upturned for our mutual favorite position of doggie. He slipped his cock in my crack and squeezed out a few more drops of load No. 1 into my slit, then rubbed his cock head up down and got it nice and wet with his sperm. Then he asked if I was ready, I said "fuck me," and he went at it like an animal. Jesus fucking christ, I didn't expect that right away! He hadn't even eaten me out this time, so my hole was super tight and his cock -- still fat from the throat fuck -- hurt like fucking hell. But I had nowhere to run, my knees locked up against the side of the bed, and in a few minutes my hole had gotten ripped out enough to ease the pain. His second load came a lot quicker than I thought it would, and I only knew it was in me when he actually let me know this time. He had told me on the phone he was saving his load all week for me, so I figured out this was what we had in store for a few hours: Him fucking my throat and ass, and me taking whatever he dished out. We took a break after the first anal cum but I was soon sucking his cock and getting it slicked up better for round 3. This time he took his time, spending about 45 minutes fucking me before he gave me a third dose of his cum. I could feel this one leaking out of my shitter as he continued humping, no timeout, and in another hour -- YES, an hour more of plunging in and out of my hole -- he finally gave me a fourth and final fillup. My pussy was wrecked, we were both soaked with sweat, and when I got up to go to the bathroom, I could feel a cool wet line of our combined juices running down the back of my leg. I hopped in the shower and then headed home, since I had only a few hours to catch some sleep before I had to be at work. I had to cover a football game in the morning, and of course I got to the stadium forgetting I should've probably done something to prevent -- or soak up -- any leakage. Thank god I stayed dry the whole time, but damn, it might've been superhot to be standing in front of some horny teenage manboys with a wet stain on my back door. Wonder if any boys would've given me the all-knowing smirk of approval. ;-) More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here In this technology-driven age, it shouldn't be surprising that we can get too well-connected for our own good. Or maybe it's all good if it leads to good fuck. I don't know about you guys, but I can handle only one text conversation at a time. I'm hooking up via barebackrt and my cellphone...and it turns out I'm working two guys at once (the phone numbers were almost exactly alike and I wasn't paying that much attention...I wanted to get fucked!), except I don't know it. One guy's text messages did seem out of synch with the conversation but I just thought he was slow or whatever. Anyway both guys turned up. The first guy at my door wasn't the guy I thought he was, but he was this nice-looking black dude with a neat Afro, and we were about to get it on, when the second guy turns up, and he's the bi-racial guy who first texted that he was going with somebody else, but then he must have changed his mind, because here he is. It turned out he had never changed his mind, and it was I who had mixed up these messages from two different guys. It was the black guy who had changed his mind. Got it? Who cares? It happens. I'm glad there are plenty of trashy fuckers on barebackrt, because when I asked the second guy if he was into a three-way, he responded by dropping his jeans. I shouldn't say it was a three-way, because it was more of a sandwich with me on the bottom. I got fucked by the black guy who got fucked by the bi-racial dude, who was short, stocky and packed. Alas, I never got to sample that dick, since they both came pretty quickly and good for them, at the same time. I did get the brother's poz load, which should be good enough for anybody. Getting mixed up with your text messages ain't necessarily a bad thing. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He got a hold of me on Adam4Adam. I don't know how the demographics work in other cities with this app is, but it skews heavily to African-American men. This isn't an issue for me, if it were, I wouldn't have my profile up on the site. Here he was, an African-American man from across the country, yet only a mile away, hitting me up and saying things to get my engine revving. He was 43, 6'3", 190 with 8". It was a good start. His profile even said he was on the DL. I knew not to ask for a face pic. He was a top who was ok with oral but that was not his end-game. He wanted ass. That was ok. I was in the mood to take it. But before we got to that, there was a lot of back and forth "chat". He started with how my ass looked, and how he liked it. It went on about how he thought I'd be into sucking him but hoped I'd "feel the urge to take it up your ass at some point". He got points for directness. He went on to tell me how he could imagine the hole twitching at the touch of his nice hard cock. Fuck that, bud - it was twitching while reading the text message. He (I got no name) continued on how he'd keep me guessing with a slow fuck, then faster, then not - wanting to create sensations in my ass. I was done with the chatter, but was up front with him. I needed time to "prep" for that but he replied back that he was in a hotel room down the road and had to check out in 40 minutes. Drat. He said he liked to get head too - making a cocksucker take his dick into the throat, make him hold his breath and even gag, pulling it out to see spit on his dark meat. Then he went right back into 'fuck' mode - saying how sucking is just a prelude to a good fuck - and that he liked to alternate between the ass and mouth. He was saying all the right things. He insisted he didn't press the ass to mouth things, but when I said he should, he amped it up a bit after I told him a firm grip on my head wouldn't give me much of an out of not taking it that way. He took the bait. I said I'd be down in 5-7 minutes. He was waiting outside and since I had no face pic of him, I knew, but he was not what I expected. This guys was button downed, white collar, salt and pepper haired black. He was upstanding, but I should have known that by the hotel in which he was staying. He looked like a professor at the college to which the hotel was adjacent. He probably was one and visiting at that. The guy said he'd already checked out of his room. I was aggressive and told him to go back in and tell them he was checking out at 1:15p, since his airport shuttle came at 1:30p. He did - and got the key back and told me his room number. By the time I reached it, his pants were down and shoes were off. He removed his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, but it remained on as did his undershirt. Since we had 30 minutes at most, I was down on my knees sucking his 7" semi hard dark dick. It only got about an inch longer as it stiffened, but that was cool. I love that he hangs big. Soon enough, that cock was pointing right at me. He pulled me up by my pits and placed me on the edge of his bed, on my back. With my spit and some from his mouth to hand to dick, he lined up and started to put pressure on my hole. As he had predicted in an earlier text, it blossomed and opened up for him. Slowly and steadily he pushed in until I felt his wiry short hairs against my cheeks. The man was determined. You could see it in his face. His tongue was out and almost glued to his lips, was the intensity look he was sporting. Concentration on getting it, keeping it in and fucking me, all while mentally knowing he had a deadline. Mr. Traveler was taking long, deep, dick strokes. Each one was hitting rock bottom in me, yet his face remained stoic. I wasn't sure he was enjoying it until as he bottomed out, I gave a few squeezes of my muscles around his shaft. His eyes closed for a second, he stopped moving and he quivered. He told me I was a "white bitch". While I liked that and wanted to respond in kind, the man in the text was dirty, the man on top of me seemed a bit more refined and upstanding, even though he had his cock in a stranger. I didn't dare respond to his 'white bitch" comment. For another five minutes he continued to fuck me. The verbal he delivered in his text didn't translate to during the deed. But he had co-workers in near-by rooms, so who knows. Due to lack of facial expressions, for the most part, and little verbal, I wasn't aware he was so close. "You want it up your ass". There was no question mark on that sentence. "You're gonna put it up there no matter what I say", was my comeback. "You're damned right". He bit his lip, closed his eyes, concentrated and pumped for another 60 seconds or so before I felt his dick just spasm inside of me. I could feel every twitch of that black cock. He just continued to flood my guts. As he eventually withdrew, he told me I was the best piece of ass he had since being in town. I wasn't surprised he'd sampled others, but it was nice to know I met or exceeded his expectations. He went to the bathroom just as housekeeping knocked on the door. He was approaching 1:15p. I slipped on my shorts, I thanked him for the fuck, he nodded and l left. Hours later, assuming he was at the airport or between flights, he texted me: "Sorry it was so rushed. I'm glad I got what I needed and pleased you gave it up for me". Spoken like a fucking true top! More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... Visiting Folsom Street Fair in San Fran September 27-30. Will be taking all loads all weekend. Hmu for 1-on-1, drop for the gangbang, find me naked in my jock anywhere, bend over, and breed. Taking loads on Friday in my motel during pump and dump, Friday night at Cockpit party, Saturday at the gangbang (see party listings), and Sunday during FSF and Cumunion. No condoms, no pulling out, no loads refused. More (many of his blog posts have video)...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I had assumed I'd be fucking someone on BBRTS who hit me up repeatedly during the week, after we planned a Saturday afternoon fuck, checking in and talking about how much he was looking forward to hooking up today. As I promised I texted him this morning to see if he was around-- despite not feeling very horny because of insane allergies dragging me down. He replied to the text 20 minutes later asking for my screen name, and then never replied to that. What is with dudes, what's the point of all that? Perhaps I was just an iron in his fire. Of course, I've done that to others, too, in a sense, though if I say I'm going to hook up at fairly specific time on a specific day, I'll come through. He was not actually online all morning, even while he was texting me, but I can only assume he went with some better bird in some more alluring bush. Other dudes who on various apps expressed great interest in having sex with me the first time we talked, but who ignored me that last time I propositioned them, had messaged me at 1:30 or 5:30 in the morning. I guess I am a bird in many hands, a pot on many back burners! Deciding not to be like this, and instead go for a sure thing, I took up the very handsome German guy's standing offer to blow me today. He's been after me quite a bit ever since our assignation a few weeks ago, apparently reminded of how intoxicating my sex organs are. I always feel a disappointment all out of proportion when I end up hooking up with a regular, but he is just extremely handsome and his lanky body is so lovely to look at and touch that I said sure. He came over about an hour later and we had sex for about an hour and a half. I'm wrung out and certainly no longer feeling disappointed! He was as usual very chatty but I wanted to get right to it, almost feeling bad for silencing him with kisses and gropes. He does a beautiful job on my tool and I love cradling his head, touching his face, and looking at his long lean muscles while he does his thing. I felt high and in a trance while he teased my body into the heights of manly pleasure. He is extremely focused and dedicated, getting into long grooves of hypnotic sucking that sends me to another plane and leaves him genuinely whimpering with the need for more and more and more. He would not let me suck his dick at all, from the very beginning saying "It is too much, it will make me cum, I'm very close." He is so handsome he's actually hard to look at for too long. Playing with his asshole makes him writhe, but today when I worked a finger into him he felt extremely tight-- I desperately wanted to put my meat in him, and he was hiking his legs back and looking at me intently and giving me all kinds of signs that he might have let me, but it seemed like it would be too much work and I would pop instantly. At one point, riding his long lean body with my dick sliding up alongside his own schlong and very meaty balls, feeling his thighs bent back along the length of my body, one hand full of his buttock and one hand full of his knee, I felt my dick revolt and prepare to ejaculate. I held myself motionless as soon as I did, and the room went fuzzy and grey as every particle in me fought my dick in a game of orgasmic chicken. I had not taken enough pleasure from him, I didn't want to let got yet, and I fought it back with every ounce of will I had. My dick seemed like it would relent, then spat out one jet of thin, grey fluid in a spiteful gesture before going dormant again and losing some of its bone-hard rigidity. This helped me last even longer, and left a cleft in his torso down by his thigh pre-slicked with my juice and perfectly primed for more frottage. I returned to it repeatedly. And then, one of the times I was lying beside him, making out with him and working my knuckle into his body and stroking my fingertip against his gland, he grew very quiet, and when I withdrew it and touched his body and kissed his lips, he said very quietly, "I am coming," and I pulled away quickly, and looked at his rock-hard tool. It was pointing straight up so that I was staring right down the cumhole. It was merely shaking with his heartbeat, engorged and bright red, but showed no signs of ecstasy. He didn't touch it, and I held my breath. Several seconds passed... and then cum came shooting out of it and he groaned and groaned, writing and looking even more handsome than ever in his moment of pleasure. When he came to, he said, "I told you I was close!" I laughed and wistfully joked, "And when you're done you're done, right?" He laughed and pulled me close and I did something I never do-- put my hand in his cum and then slicked up my dick with it to jerk off. He just looked so good I wanted it. But then he pushed my hand away, and slid down beside me and sucked my dick down his throat. It had shrunk and grown rubbery but looking at his beauty and feeling the uniquely sexy feeling of his bristly bald head had it hard in seconds. I pushed him back and found my slimed-up fuck pocket on his torso and slid my dick along there again, and we held each other very tight while I humped his body into the bed, into the pillows, looking into his blissed-out face and watching it jerk from my manhandling. Feeling close again, I laid back, guided him back to my dick, and let him suck me into that beautiful semen-squirting heaven I endlessly seek and only get to visit for a few minutes here and there. He sucked me too hard and too greedily and too close to the tip while I was unloading in him, so I had to pull out and jerk my dick through the most intense part of the orgasm. But he wanted it, and as soon as I let go he took the tip back in his mouth, and made it spasm and ooze a little more. He sucked and licked me clean and then slid back beside me, saying, "That was good!" We talked about movies, our partners, things to do that were coming up in NYC. He's a really nice guy, and I wonder if we could be friends. We both have partners who like movies less than we do. He's extremely talkative, something I really like in a friend, and inquisitive too. When we parted he kissed me over and over, and said he'd like to see me again soon, and something in my instinctively recoils from that-- does he have a crush on me? Is it really just about my dick? Does he want to be friends too? Would being friends lessen my attraction for him, or his for me, take away a sure thing in the neighborhood? Would it cause weird complications with my partner, his partner, someone's emotions? Hard to say. I don't have romantic feelings for him at all, except maybe for 20 seconds when I'm ejaculating down his throat-- who doesn't feel romantic in that moment?-- but it would be cool to get to know him. Who knows, we shall see. But I'm totally gonna chew out that fucker who was supposed to let me fuck him today! Pricktease! More...

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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I glazed the belly of a tall, average-built and average-looking Dominican guy with about a pint of milk-- I realize now it's been a week since I got off, but the time flew by with work being so busy that I didn't have much chance to cruise or get off. This fella replied to an ad I placed a couple of weeks ago, but someone else had gotten to me first. I hit him up today despite knowing that guys who are raring to go one day on craigslist are frequently completely uninterested on another, for whatever reason. They only liked my pix because they had on horny goggles? They feel like they somehow already had sex with me even though we did nothing but exchange 4 emails, and thus have moved on to new, more alluring meat? Who knows! But the guy did write back, then text me, then sound a little confused on the requirement to spend some quality time on my unit ("I thought you just wanted a blow," he texted, clearly unaware of who he was dealing with here), then kinda sorta convince me he could go a reasonable distance, then drop on me his need to walk his freakin dog. He was just on the edge of my neighborhood, and I am still really too busy to do much searching around for ass, so I told him to text me when he was done. Almost an hour later, just when I was about to give up on him and search in earnest, he texted me that he was on his way. He showed up fairly soon, looking ok enough in the face; his body was nothing special and while his ass did look rather substantial in his jeans, it wasn't turning me on like the naked rear view he'd shown me in email. I prepared to be disappointed, but decided it was a chance to get off, and led him to the bedroom. And then I felt his body heat! There are a lot of ingredients that go into chemistry, and it's hard to enumerate and quantify them all. The shape of the face and body, how it moves; the texture of the skin; viscosity of the saliva; something pheromonal, clearly. But today it was clear that an important component for me is the mere temperature of the dude. He didn't seem unusually warm, but once he was standing with his back pressed up against me, offering his trim torso to my roaming hands, I felt that whatever temperature he was running at, combined with the buttery silkiness of his skin, was drawing my desire out and sucking it into his own body. He kissed very weirdly, with simultaneously puckered and loose lips, a tiny little cartoon mouth. But the more I touched him, the better I started to feel. My dick was a swollen lump in my shorts; his hands kept searching their way to it, tracking its progress towards bonerhood. But I told him to get to his knees and work on it before it was fully hard, and he swallowed it down in one long motion. The warmth of his throat made it lengthen to nearly its full limits, and as it snaked down inside him me massaged the underside with the whole length of his tongue, which is a beautifully exquisite sensation that a lot of guys can't seem to give. I am not a big fan of deep throat, unless it comes along with dextrous tongue, I guess. I was rigid and throbbing and hauled him up to admire his ass some more. When I ran my hand between his legs and grabbed it, he trembled and gasped-- he was very turned on and I liked that. He peeled off his pants, leaving on a pair of tight black boxer briefs that beautifully showed off the ass that was hiding in the rather dowdy jeans. I led him over to the bed and gently pushed his back till he was bent over; I stroked my face against the fabric covering his mounds and he slowly sank into the mattress, vibrating with delight. I teased myself with the shrouded shapes of his buttocks first, then slowly peeled them off, revealing beautiful mounds of coffee-colored skin and, I think, a crab tattoo (Cancerian?). He shook and shook and when I bit one nalgón he gasped and shook harder. Beautiful. We peeled everything off completely and I ate and ate, slicking up everything there, and even my own face. The warmth and beauty of his ass put me in a trance. My dick was hard enough to cut diamonds. I hopped up on the bed and fed it to him. He was all about the deep throat, and couldn't tongue me from this angle, but I was so hard and turned on I didn't care. I came close to cumming over and over. To keep it going, I pushed him away, and ate his ass more. He dilated for my tongue deliciously, and I decided to press my luck and try to snake my bone inside him. I wouldn't be able to fuck him properly with the heavy payload I had in my nuts, but I could feel that beautiful body temperature all along the length of my erection and sigh. I planted it down there and all the slickness felt heavenly on my dickhead; he jiggled and hiked his hindquarters like he was going to ease me in. I felt golden! So good. I pushed my hips a little to ease the way... so good. But then I realized he was clamped tight in the hole-- his thick assmeat was doing a good job of enveloping much of my dick in velvety sumptuousness, but he wasn't going to let me in raw, no no. And that was OK. I ate him some more, and we did this mock-fucking some more, and then I flipped him on his back, mounted up on my arms and feet like I was going to do push-ups, but instead I fucked my tool into his face. First fast, then long slow strokes that gave him every inch, and pulled all the way out, leaving him gasping and hungry, staring me in the eye with desire. I kept drilling into him, and he slurped beautifully, till I said, "You are going to make me cum." "No no," he said, suddenly understanding the appeal of long slow sex in a way he did not seem to before, but my statement wasn't a warning, it was an announcement of fact; within seconds nacreous jelly was squirting out of my dickhead and pooling thickly on his torso. I squirted and squirted, even after he said "Wow, that's a lot of cum," more was coming out, and his face looked like Christmas morning was erupting on his belly, rather than my fetid sexual fluid. His own dick was a fat brown uncut snake, flopped up near the pool of goo I had made. He daintily touched it with just the tip of his pinky, and did something with it to his dick-- put it inside his foreskin? I don't know, it was an interesting gesture. I cleaned him up with a dirty pillowcase-- so ghetto, but I still can't find my washcloths-- and he wanted me to lay beside him for a while so he could stroke my hairy body. He repeatedly praised my chest hair, and then told me he had seen me around the neighborhood. I didn't recognize him at all, but he mentioned several places he'd seen me and they were all places I go. He then told me about the insane value his apartment has attained since he bought it 8 years ago, and how he intends to move out of town and live off the rent it can bring in. When he left he expressed hope we'd get together again before he left, but that's going to be next month, and I have many more dudes to inseminate. We hugged and he walked out the door and I still felt that warmth, not comforting and muzzy but somehow electrifying and stimulating. The day is crisp and sunny, and my skin feels acutely sensitive to the pleasures of the day. Ah, sex! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Sometimes timing is the worst enemy we have when it comes to having sex. There is the guy, the place, the want, but not the time - either that he's free, you're free or things unexpectedly get in the way. Most of the time when something "suddenly comes up", you figure the guy is flaking, because usually they are. But I know this guy was not - if something came up, then it did indeed happen. You've read about our exploits here, here and here. Due to some scheduling and other unexpected delays (for both of us), we have not gotten together for a few months, but that was to change last week. It happened and it didn't all at the same time. As I was on my way to get fucked at his place, he sends me a message of delay and possibly cancellation. FUCK! I needed this and wanted this. He did too. Since I had driven that far, I hung out at a Starbucks for a bit, biding my time. He eventually told me to stop over if I wanted, but didn't promise the chance of anything happening. Hell, I'd made it that far, why not at least stop in? He got off one conference call but had maybe 15-30 minutes tops before the next one. For anyone else, 30 minutes would be fine, but this is a man who fucked me for 60, 75 and 90 minutes respectively. I don't think he knows what a 30 minute fuck is. I'm not sure he knows that 30 minutes is 15-20 minutes longer than most guys go for. He's a champ. A fuck champ. I was already for a quick fuck session, but he wanted my mouth - on his and on his cock. I did both for a while. Only then was it off his bed and into his sling. I have only been in a sling once, it was years ago and I can't say I enjoyed it - not so much the apparatus as the guy standing between my spread legs. And a sling in a basement on a January day, is a cold cold thing to lay back on when naked. But here I was, laying back on his sling, my feel over to the side placed on a type of bar, letting him step between my legs at just the right height for him. As it should be, it is his sling. Where I guess one could feel vulnerable, I didn't. I wasn't shackled anywhere, and even if I were, I know this guy enough to feel safe. We joked about a safe word and if 'stop' counted. It doesn't. The man stepped up, lubed his 7" dick and pushed it through my opening. It felt so fucking good. It'd been so long for us, he hesitated for a few to see if I was alright - and trust me I was. He proceeded to insert his cock inch by inch until he was fully in. Then we started moving. Actually, I was unaware of if the the sling provided anything other than a good height to penetrate me. I didn't feel myself move or sway that much with the fucking. But fuck he did. The man is good at what he does. I'm guessing with others too, but I can only speak for me. I felt his dick deep in me and the more we went at it the harder he fucked. ...and nice and steady too. There wasn't much let up. Now and again, I know he glanced over my shoulder, and I'm guessing at a clock. I could hear IMs being sent to his work PC in the other room, and I know he was cognizant of it as well. That said, he didn't break stride to worry about it too much, though we both know he had an end point to this fuck. He did pull out and go down on his knees to eat my just fucked hole. It felt fucking incredible - and I let him and possibly his upstairs neighbor know it. He jacked while he was down there. I figured he was trying to get close so he could finish the deal, but deep down I knew it wouldn't happen. This is a man who fucks me for 60-90 minutes for a reason. He likes the fuck, the build-up and the ejaculation it brings. 30 minutes of fucking is a quickie for this man - with no guarantee of shooting. I hated that I felt I put him on the spot by stopping by when I knew we might not have a chance for any activity let alone 30 minutes of bumping uglies. Still, he fed his cock back up my chute and started fucking me again - but not for his ejaculation, but for mine. He wanted to see me cum and fuck it, even though I don't do it a lot with guys, I was going to show him how much he turned me on. Yeah - I shot everywhere. He even joked I hit his wall behind my head. I didn't, but I did see a shot go past my eyes and probably over the sling and onto the floor. I'm sure he has seen bigger messes. Just then he had to be back for a webex. By the time I got my clothes on, he was already dressed and back at his home office desk. I quietly let myself out..........until next time. So yeah - he didn't beat the clock, but I did. More...

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To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here Had couple of weeks in Europe for a summer break. I was full of a cold for much of it, which put a dampener on things. Berlin was sweet and sour. The cyclist with the great arse and hard dick fucked me hard and raw but wouldn't cum in me (he was undetectable but…) and got nervous trying to fist me because I was tight and told him he had to push his fist in. I ended up putting a load in him. The sweet smiling deaf Croatian guy with the looks and body and of an older gigolo who kissed and stroked and rimmed and fucked me from one end of the apartment to the other and sent me home the next morning with a smile plastered all over my face…but got upset about something when we hooked up again and brought it all to an end. The Vietnamese guy with the big dick who I sucked off in the park in Friedrichshain and talked and talked about life as a refugee but wouldn't let me have his load when he came. The French top who raw fucked me in every position in the pornstar script but who was too drugged to cum and ended up taking my load up his arse. The deckhelfer from a few years ago who was going to mark me again but eventually bailed. In Zurich it was a bit the same. The Swiss guy with the big dick was the first in years to genuinely hurt me as he pushed up against my second ring and then hurt me again as he pushed his big fist into me … but wouldn't let me have his cum. The Belgian with a big hard dick who rabbit-fucked me in his bedroom and put a big load up my hole but got so poppered up the next morning when he tried a repeat that he couldn't cum. Hey ho. Still, no complaints. Got some action, some sunshine, some new toys, got away from the office. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Checked something off the bucket list last night. I got fucked while being stoned. And it was goddamn amazing! I’m pretty anti-drug. The hardest shit I do is ibuprofen, unless you count the poppers while getting fucked. So “getting baked” really isn’t in my vocabulary. But yesterday this cute, furry, younger top guy wanted to fuck me who just Happens to be a bit if a stoner. He wanted to come over, have a drink and a smoke, and fuck me. I said he could do that, but I didn’t really smoke at all and wouldn’t be partaking. No problem. He shows up and damn if he isn’t FINE! Half a foot shorter than me. Thin. Bearded. Blue eyes. Furry chest. And surfer Jesus hair. We drink a beer and get to know each other, then he gets out his pot and starts to pack up his little pipe. I’m fascinated because I haven’t really ever watched this ritual. But I’ve also seen enough to know that the bud he’s packing looks very high quality. "You sure you don’t want to try a hit?" He asks. "I don’t know. It’s never really done much for me, but maybe I wasn’t smoking good stuff. That looks like good stuff." He laughs. “Oh yeah. It’s good. It’s a blend called Strawberry Diesel. Trust me- I get the good shit.” I hem and haw a bit while he finished packing the bowl. “How about we shotgun. You ever done that?” I hadn’t. He explains what we’re going to do and has me do a practice run, putting my mouth on his and inhaling. His lips are soft, his beard hypnotic. "Oh, you’re gonna be good at this!" He exclaims. Then he lights up and inhales. I exhale. Then we shotgun. It wasn’t harsh and unpleasant like my previous experiences. I held the smoke as directed and then exhaled. We drank some more, chatted a bit more, and took two more tokes— him shot gunning me each time. By the third one, I was feeling… Different. My head felt full of cotton, and words thick in my mouth. I wanted to talk about his charms, but felt clumsy. Incoherent. But my body tingled. No— my skin vibrated. We began making out in the kitchen, and suddenly we were naked on my bed. And when I say “suddenly” I mean I don’t remember getting from one place to the other. I start sucking his cock. No, worshiping. It’s like I can’t get enough of him in my mouth and the feel of his shaft and head in my tongue is exquisite. Normally I view sucking as just something to do before getting fucked, but not this time. And the precum! My god, the Precum!! This boy leaks like a faucet. Never have I encountered such a steady stream of cockdrool. He never stopped. Just a constant stream of clear, salty sweet fluid. I couldn’t get enough. Then he gave me poppers… And everything went into hyperdrive. The next thing I know, I’m on my back and he’s fucking my throat. I mean FUCKING it. I’m deep throating his 7.5 inches with ease and am loving how full my throat feels when his head is down my esophagus and twitching. “How am I deepthroating?” I think. “I normally have a hypersensitive gag reflex.” But last night I just had one thought— MORE COCK. He gave me more poppers, and there was another time jump. Because the next thing I remember coherently was that I was on my stomach his tongue was in my ass. When I say “in” I mean I have NEVER been rimmed like this before. I am so relaxed I can feel his tongue fully penetrating me— deeper than any guy has tongued me before. It’s swirling and teasing and digging inside me while his beard rubs between my cheeks. It is seriously the most intense sensation I’ve ever had that I think I was yelling in tongues. Another popper hit, another time jump, and he’s fucking me. I don’t remember the entry, I don’t remember any lube, all I know is that he’s fully in me and fucking away. I could have sworn the sun was still up when we started, but it’s dusk and the sky is beautiful out the window and he had me on my stomach, with one knee kicked out to the side and he’s fucking into me sideways. Hard. And it feels like wave after wave of pleasure pushing into me. Another time jump, and he’s moaning loudly. And I feel the wet heat in my ass. He is filling me with his load and my ass goes into spasm- milking and milking and milking him while he shudders and shakes. He stays inside for a bit longer before we do a long pullout and collapse on the bed. I’m still vibrating but still have one thought. NEED MORE COCK. We take a break. Drink some water and some more beer. And do another toke— this time he has me shotgun him. It was exhilarating. "Will you suck my Cock and get me ready to go again?" He asks. "Hell yes! Will you eat my ass again?" "Dude- eating ass is my favorite thing. It’s what gets me primed to fuck." So I start worshiping his cock again. So much precum. Some more poppers and I’m deepthroating him to the root. This is when I discover he likes teeth. A bit of chewing on the root. A slow, like drag of my bottom teeth on the underside of his cock on the pullout. This makes him Rock hard and twitch. Another time jump and he’s eating my ass again. And it feels just as incredible as before. His tongue is so fucking deep! He pulls off once to say, “Fuck dude. I can taste my load and your ass— so fucking HOT!” Before he dives back in. And then we’re fucking doggy style. He’s pounding me hard and I don’t care. I need him deeper. Harder. More. I can feel my ass is so open right now. So wet too. The wet is running down my balls and the back of my legs. He pushes me down like before, knee out so he can fuck it sideways. I can’t get enough fucking. I just beg and beg and beg for his next load to fill me. He pulls out and exclaims “Dude, there is cum EVERYWHERE. In you. Outside your hole. On the sheets.” He dives back in for another taste. So this is heaven?? I’m never leaving. He fucks me more and finally unloads his second nut of the night in my insatiable cunt. All I can yell while he’s doing it is “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I milk him as best I can. All I feel is wet down there. "Holy fuck, man." He sighs as he pulls out. "Yeah, I knew you were gonna be fun." I smile. He leaves soon after, but I’m still buzzing and cottony until I finally pass out in my bed. Fully sated and mind blown. "So *that’s* what all the fuss is about," I think to myself. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here As I was shaving, the shaved head 9 x 5 guy walked in again today. I cleaned up, grabbed a fresh towel and headed for the steam. Sure enough, he was already inside. Before I could even set down my towel, he was already beginning to sport wood. I sat down next to him and he reached for his rapidly growing cock. I wasted no time in just going right down on him. First slurp all the way to his balls. While down there, I grasped his plum sized nuts in my hand - they were full and I could not even fit them easily in my hand...damn!! Using his balls as leverage, I pushed the extra inch into my throat. I spent the next few moments just breathing through my nose and feeling his come to full rock hard wood. Then I came up for a quick breath and gave it a few quick strokes before bending over to deep throat him again. We both know that I want every inch of him down my throat, so today he just put his hand on my head and pushed down. The next minute was spent with my mouth and throat filled with his throbbing cock. Fuck, I could feel my precum flowing as he held my head down and began to skull fuck my throat! He was rapid plowing into my throat and did not give me any mercy, he was taking what he wanted today. I opened up my mouth and throat for him, and the sounds echoing off the walls were like a hot porn scene. You know the sound - a hungry pig being used for his throat until the guy can blow his load...and that is where he was going. I got down onto my knees in front of him to give easy access to my open mouth. Giving my throat over to him, I let him hold me down on his cock until he began to buck and quiver - and then he unloaded straight down my throat. When I felt the shaft and mushroom head swell, I relaxed as much as I could and went as deep as possible. I felt three rapid blasts as his shaft swelled with each volley, and then kept him in there for a few more seconds to let every drop slide down my throat. Then it was time to come up off of his cock, and lick the drops out of the piss slit. I stroked his cock twice more to milk out what I could and was rewarded with a couple of more pearly white drops of jizz - that I licked up eagerly. Once he was drained, I got up off my knees and said "thanks!". He smiled, said thanks and grabbed his towel. As he walked out with a spring in his step, I watched his tight bubble butt bounce...next time I may have to ask if he wants that eaten before he feeds me... More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here You've read a few entries about Gnarly Dicked Dad (GDD) - here and here. He still likes to bring over other men he's met to have me service them in front of him. He likes to be watched. He likes to be in charge. He likes the others to know he's in charge. I like that of him too. I haven't written about all the times he's been over or all the guys. Most are average, but they always feed me. I like GDD's attitude and cock, but I hate that it is impossible for him to get off without using my hand or his. I have said before, I like knowing my mouth is good enough to get the job done and that I feel a sense of failure when I have to resort to manual methods. But the other day was nice. Not so much for GDD, but I liked the guy he invited over. GDD arrived first saying his 'friend' (he has never met these guys, he picks them up via the internet and pimps out my services) will be arriving in a few minutes, via bicycle. He mentions that he'll probably be sweaty. I'm actually ok with that and GDD figured I would be. As GDD begins to loosen his tie, a guy on a bike rides up. I go to open the door for him. He's 40ish, attractive, athletic. Not hard on the eyes. He gets with all of us and he mentions he's just going to sit and watch. I can't say I was a little bummed, but I like to put on a show and I figure, this is his first time at something like this and he has to be eased into the scenario a time or two before he participates. I kneel down in front of GDD and take his big, fat cock into my mouth. I make sure to make eye contact with "Steve" as I do it. But after that, I focus on my job. GDD puts on a show for Steve and probably himself. He teases me with his cock. He slowly feeds me. He tells me how to use my tongue on his head (as if I don't know all the trade secrets!). He grabs both sides of my heads with his hands and fucks my face. I am into it all. I take him to the root and hold it there, so everyone knows I am deep-throating that big rod. While Steve was wicked attractive, I was paying little attention to him, as he was just watching. GDD says, "does your wife blow you?" The answer was no, but with the addendum, "...but that's why I have so many girlfriends". A straight man who cheats is hot. One watching me blow another married father was hotter. I went back to my blowjob. Steve was quiet. It was only through GDD's comments that I figured out that he got so excited watching that he unloaded into his hand an onto his own shaft. No words were said. I came off GDD's shaft and crawled over to where Steve sat. He never tried to stop me as I took his cock into my mouth and cleaned off all the sperm that lay on his shaft. I saw some on his left thigh and took that too. As I came back up - Steve had the right idea, and again with no words, just expectations. He held out his right hand for me, and I cleaned off all the spunk that was on and between his fingers. Then he held out the other hand. For whatever reason Steve only wanted to watch, he knew the score and was a willing participant. Judging by one of his comments to GDD, he clearly meant to just blow his load on my face, since I wasn't going to let me suck him this day. I kind of figured that Steve would put his shorts on and leave after getting his nut, but he didn't. Well, he did put on his shorts, but he had every intention of staying until, as he put it, "took that load and swallowed every drop of it". I kind of admired the guy for sticking with it. But as I said, GDD has an impossibility of getting off with just a mouth. He needs a hand - sometimes mine, sometimes his. So the process of getting him off was slow. I went to lick his balls. Steve pulled out his nuts from the top of his shorts. I was told by GDD to go suck them. I did. Steve liked it. I pulled the shorts a little to the side so I could lick his taint a bit. He moaned. In a heartbeat, without me asking, his shorts were off all the way and I was lapping at that space. But you know me - I went deeper and farther south. This guy had no issues with me getting near his asshole. My tongue hit it and he fucking loved it. I stopped enough to ask, "do your girlfriends do that???" He was panting, I didn't get an answer. I went back to the hole. I lapped at it, kissed it and of course, snaked my tongue up there. I cleaned his funk - from his bike ride and the long day he had before that. Then I lay myself back on the floor and told him to sit on my face. He didn't sit so much as squat. And for another five minutes I ate his ass out like a pro. The man didn't or couldn't form words. Clearly, I was doing an ok job. Steve did sit back down so he could watch me finish off GDD. But GDD was in stroke mode and told me to stay where I was - on my back as he stood over me. I told him in no uncertain terms I still wanted that load in my mouth. With his dick three feet above me, I watched him fist that thick shaft. I winked at Steve knowingly. GDD gave all the signs of his impending orgasm. I got up on my elbows, arching my head his way to minimize the distance. He squatted down a bit, so dick and mouth were about 4" apart. As always, he had a HUGE load - part going in my mouth, on my tongue or on my beard. Steve watched it all from the gallery. GDD's load just kept shooting too - and of course, for good measure, he flicked the remaining drops onto my face and rubbed his dick around for a few seconds to clean it off. With Steve watching, I started to lick any missed drops up - first just by extending my tongue, then by using my fingers to push the remaining semen into my mouth. Steve apparently has my email - hopefully he will use it for a one-on-one session. I think he knows what I can do now, and this time he can be the full recipient of my talent. 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To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Perfect day..started with my husband breeding my ass to wake me up and then ... After putting in an hour for my gym routine it was time to hit the showers. It was about the time for some of the regular steam buddies to be around, but today it was empty. Oh well, I figured I would just shave and head out. As I was finishing my shave, I saw the hot young man from a few weeks ago. Tall, shaved head, light beard and sporting a heft 9 x 5 cock between his legs. He grabbed a towel and went to the lockers. Knowing that the steam was entirely empty, and knowing that he has fed me in the past I grabbed a new towel for myself. Turning around, I see him go straight into the steam room...and I followed. As I expected, he was alone so I set my towel down without even wrapping it around. He recognized me as well and was already semi hard and stroking. Not about to waste any time, I scooted right over and wrapped my hand around his rapidly rising cock. I know he likes it deep, and I immediately bent over and swallowed every inch. As he was buried in my mouth he reached around to grab my cock. With his balls in my hand, I grabbed that extra inch above the ass and forced another inch of now rock hard cock into my throat. Right away I was rewarded with a low moan and a twitch in the shaft. Because we were right in the door, I told him to scoot down towards me. Then I went back to deep throating his cock. Using my tongue, throat, lips and hand I continued to milk him to the edge. A couple of times I let up a bit and just stroked, but I wanted his load too much to waste any more time... I got down on my knees in front of him and took him down to the base. I left his shaft buried in my throat and gave him some hummer action and squeezed down with my throat. That was enough, and I had him on the precipice of the orgasm...so I took it the extra step, came up a bit and face fucked myself on him until he was ready. He let out a moan to signal (but I could also feel his nuts start to rise in my hand) the immenent release - his cock swelled up and then he let go. I felt the first spurt hit my tongue on it's way down my throat and then the second and third. As each volley of jizz came out, I swallowed it just as quickly. After his breathing returned to normal I milked his softening cock and found a few extra drops. Then we both stood up, grabbed our towels and never said a word. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I was feeling a little blue-balled. I haven't unloaded since Friday, and yesterday a couple of guys including the big burly dude who sucked the crap out of me a while back offered to get me off in various ways, all needing to hook up "a little bit later" and then never getting back to me; the anticipation makes my nuts churn out extra cum but then I didn't get my outlet. So today I figured I would dangle out a Craigslist ad to try to maximize the chances I could get my rocks off. I only asked for head, but made sure to specify what kind of head I'm looking for-- a long, slow, epic session with a cum-hungry cocksucker who would not get bored or tired till I was satisfied. I got a decent crop of replies-- Craigslist has been utterly useless lately-- and ended up having a game of Cocksucker Chicken, playing a fairly cute latin guy with a heartbreakingly fine ass against a rather scrawny little nerdling with very nice body hair and an excellent attitude. After a few emails with each I texted them both and figured whoever got back to me first would get the cum-- and I was hoping it was the latino. But it was the scrawny dude, but a matter of something like 10 minutes. A bird in the hand is worth two hot asses in the bush that never come through, so while I kicked myself a little, I stuck with my commitment to him. He was coming from way across Brooklyn, so it took him forever to get here, and while he was traveling I got still more very promising offers from very cute guys who claim they'll take rainchecks. I figured, this little dude better be worth it. When he showed up, I could tell from the video intercom that he was even scrawnier and nerdier than the pix. My heart sank, but I figured, he came all this way, give him a chance. Well. He had me wanting to cum within maybe 90 seconds of sweeping into my apartment, complaining rather whinily about the unseasonable heat, peeling off a sweaty hawaiian shirt or something similarly ugly, washing his hands, and then clomping into the bedroom. I told him I had just bitten the crap out of my inner lip at lunch-- which was true, though it only blistered and didn't bleed-- and apologized for not being able to kiss or otherwise "use my mouth" on him (I was somewhat grateful to have the excuse). He didn't seem to care. He took off his undershirt as well, showing the nice body hair pattern I saw in the photo, just on someone a lot skinnier than I expected, and knelt in front of me, and essentially made my dick feel more like a dick than it has ever felt before. Fucking A+ perfect beautiful head. Later, after about an hour of this intense pleasure, which had my mind reduced to a pink mush that could barely control the movements of my numb, heavy, utterly relaxed limbs, he was lying with his body stretched along mine and I was rubbing my beard along the cartilage of his ear while he stroked my dickhead with a slick hand and I probed the inside of his warm asshole with a slick finger in time to his motions, giving me the thrilling sensation of getting a hand job and fucking him at the same time. My mind was clear of anything except sensual enjoyment of the pleasure, when suddenly I wished desperately that he was one of the beautifully attractive guys I've gotten with over the years who are just lousy and worthless in bed. It is the cruelest trick God plays on us. Why are guys like this one so good, and the beautiful ones so universally clueless? The thought didn't stay around long enough to interfere with my pleasure; he slid back down between my legs and put my dick back in his mouth and whatever he was doing with his tongue left no room in my attention even for thought. And then he ordered me to lay flat on the bed "so I can go at it from the other side." I obeyed, flat on my back in the middle of the bed, and he straddled me and stuck his sweet little ass in my face and sucked the broad wide back of my dickhead, something I don't usually get much out of but something that, of course, this tiny wizard did perfectly-- given how long I'd been on the edge of shooting he knew that kind of oblique pleasure was all I could stand, and he knew that he could lick that fat fleshy part of my unit for as long as he wanted with no danger of making me cum. While he luxuriated orally in the meatiness of my glans I gently twirled his nipples and felt his asshole dilate deliciously around my tongue; I was able to plunge it in him more deeply than any other guy, and this plus licking his weirdly huge balls and little round asscheeks mindlessly, like an animal, for God knows how long, left me feeling like a perfect lustful beast getting exactly what it wanted for as long as it wanted... ...well, except fucking. Repeatedly I tried to get in position to slip my bone in his little body, just for a minute, just to feel it inside him, just to feel that warm slickness, but he was rather vigilant. And it was OK. He wasn't that cute, his body wasn't that great, it was probably better just to focus more on my pleasure, how he could make me feel. So I let him do what he wanted for about an hour and a half. Finally, during one period when my big chunky frame was pressed against his defenseless little hairy slip of a body and hammering my meat against his, I stopped and grinned sheepishly and announce, "I really think I gotta cum." My nuts were so achy it was getting unpleasant. I lay back and told him to cup and fondle my balls and suck me as lightly and slowly as he could stand to, despite the particularly delicious precum that I knew was flowing out of it by now. And he obeyed. "Don't try too hard, you can make me cum easily, just work my dick real nice, just don't stop," I cooed, and he listened and fondled my nuts and I'm sure he felt them rise up to my body when they finally had to release their milky burden. I began shooting with little warning, hot angry jets of very voluminous cum. He started, as if surprised, and almost pulled off, licking only the very end of my dick, which was an excruciating sensation that I couldn't handle, and so I growled, "Take it deeper, lick it right," and he started again, perhaps upset at the aggression in my voice, and tried to take it a little deeper to work my hotspot, but finally he released me completely, looking a lot like he was going to hurl. I jacked my dong hard while it finished spasming, and he dashed off to the bathroom. I laughed and just admired my red, throbbing choad with pure, true love as it oozed its final ooze. My dick is beautiful and makes me feel so good and I love it. He came back to the room and lay down beside me again. "I thought you were a swallower," I chuckled, with only a little admonition in my voice. "SOMEtimes," he said in that schoolmarmy little voice of his. "But... well, when you said you hadn't cum since Friday, you weren't kidding! Why did you wait so long?" I thought about telling him how I only get off with (and preferably IN) other dudes now, but he answered his own question, chiriply: "Just didn't get around to it, I guess!" This peculiar creature just gave me one of the most intense orgasms of my life. What a world. He asked if he could beat off, and I got him some lube, and played with his nipple till he popped. His hairy body, thick bush, giant balls, and actually admirably meaty dick looked like animal parts as he ejaculated. He is so small and his genitals are so big that it is truly obscene. I gave him a dirty t-shirt to clean up with-- I have no idea where all my washcloths have gone-- and we talked about a lot of nothing while he cleaned up and dressed. After he left, he texted me that he had thrown a piece of chewing gum with no wrapper in my bathroom's waste basket. "In case you have a partner, you should go take that out!" he said. Uh, thanks! Maybe I should start a school that teaches beautiful men how to have good sex. This guy could be a professor at that school. I would administer all the final exams, of course. Ah well. This little dude definitely did an amazing job. Too bad he didn't want all my cum! That's the only reward I have to offer... More...