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To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here I stepped into the steam room and saw two familiar faces...and two hard cocks. Not always am I lucky to find a willing cock, and to find two was a huge (pun intended!) pleasant surprise. One of the guys had already shown interest on a previous visit, so when they both saw that I was up for some fun it was just a matter of time before there were three hard cocks being stroked and sucked. So, one of the guys is a young man about my height and built like a fire plug. His cock was beer can thick and long. I could not quite get all of it in my mouth, but you know I tried. He was sitting back and I wanted it, so I got down between his legs and took it into my mouth and opened my throat. At one point we had a three way circle jerk going, and I reached around to feel that tight hole of the young fire plug. Damn, it was tight. After some mutual sucking and stroking, the fire plug wanted me to turn around and see my ass. I stood up, leaned against the opposite wall and let him have it. Instantly he had his tongue out and in my hole - damn!! He rimmed me for almost a minute, and after that I had to return the favor. Our third guy had stepped out to cool off, and I was already on my knees and took another swing on fire plug's thick tool. He seemed to be close, and I told him that I wanted his load all over my face....and he smiled and agreed. There are times when there is nothing hotter than being in a public spot and knowing a load of cum is about to shoot at you. He stroked and I saw his eyes close...then I saw that thick white cum begin to flow. It did not shoot across, but instead it was thick and spurted out of his cock slit and hit my face. Because we were in the steam, the cum felt almost cool on my cheek. And he then let the rest slide onto my beard. After he was drained and had left, the third guy returned. Still hard, and still stroking. I took the advantage and leaned over to take his cock into my mouth again. Bullet shaped and as thick as the fire plug at the base, his cock was another mouth full. After a couple of minutes of stroking and my sucking, he was ready to cum. He shot a massive thick white load into his hand. I told him to stroke my cock with it. He reached over and applied that load of cum to my rock hard cock and gave it a few good strokes. HOT! As he stood up to shower, I used my hand and gave myself another couple of strokes and then squeezed every bit of his load towards the head and brought my hand to my mouth...and smeared his cum onto my tongue and beard...then I walked out of the steam and headed to the showers. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here A group of us saw the young bearded cub across the patio. Amongst the group of us was a friend that routinely sees me cruising the layout and searching for any potential cock. Since my friend had spotted the young man first, I decided to take a look around. When I returned, the young man was talking to my husband and a small group of friends. Eventually the hands began to travel and the talk turned to desires and fetishes. Our new young friend was into facial and body hair, which we all possessed. When he grew a bit more adventurous I told my friend that one of us should get his cock out. He agreed...and out came a tasty morsel of meat. I told my friend that we would block and let him have a taste...and down he went. That was enough to make our new young cub squirm with delight. Then my friend said that I could have a go at it....well, no need to ask me twice. Down I went and took that young cock into my mouth. Just enough sweat to be savored and silky smooth, with a hefty set of hairy balls. Not wanting to draw too much attention, and because my friend met the young man first I was going to bow out of more play... However, we had caught the eye of two hot men nearby. As I went to get a fresh beer, one asked why I stopped. I said that my friend was first on the guy, and that we needed more men to block. When I made my way back, the hot young cub was eager for more...and our two spectators came over to join in the fun. I was told to go back down, and I always obey... While I had the young smooth cock in my mouth, I could hear my friends and husband discussing that it was my natural position. After giving they young cub another demonstration of my cock sucking, I stood up and the talk went to the blog. I happened to have some cards in my wallet, with the address and details. I handed one to the young man and another to our new acquaintances. During the playing and chat, I also found a very hung cock that was straining his pants - and he had been able to see everything I did to the young cub's cock. Due to the location he was not up for taking it out so I suggested that we head to the bathroom and let me see what felt like a baseball bat in his shorts. Well, he pulled out his cock (and it was already rock hard) and I may have let out a gasp...it was that large, thick and rock hard...and dripping pre cum. I was going to let him leave with just a view, but the little devil inside of me said that if he wanted to step into the corner and feed it to me... He nodded and I went straight to the corner, down on my knees and let him feed me that mushroom headed thick slab of pre cum dripping meat. I took it into my mouth, stroked some and used my tongue and lips to give him a nice quick blow. He was edged enough that it was not long before he held my head and I felt the first spurts of cum hitting me. Once I knew he was giving me his load, I opened wide and tilted back. The next blast shot high and landed on my cheek, while another hit my beard. I took what I could on my tongue until he was fully drained. I asked as I stood up whether I should wipe up or just walk out, and we agreed that I could just walk out with a load on my face. As we left the urinal a few guys smiled...they had seen much of the action and approved. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Everything about him screamed "Coach". While not quite fire-hydrant built, he wasn't far from that description. Maybe mid 50s, 5'6", 170, balding under that hat (one would assume), the coaches shirt and shorts, along with athletic shoes. If he had the whistle dangling around his neck, there would have been no doubt. As it was, he took the booth across from me at the bookstore. Since there are no doors, I knew he was there and he knew I was as well. He followed me there, as like almost all other times I've been, we were the only ones under 75 years old and with out assisted oxygen. I'm never sure why I keep going here, except that I'm super horny and it appeals to a sleazy side of me - dirty floors, being watched and always the potential of someone hot stumbling into the arcade. I peer out my door and he is looking at me. This could go two ways basically, he wants to give me his cock or wants to see and take mine. I'm not interested in the latter. Luckily, neither was he. Being about as shy as myself, he just unzips his shorts and hauls out his cock. Maybe 6.5" tops. A good head on it and a thick, but not super thick shaft. I give a nod, he doesn't put it anything away and just walks over. I'm sitting in a plastic chair and just put my head to his crotch. Calculated and sensual, my lips wrap around the head of his dick, around the corona. I take it a little deeper and then a little more. All the while my tongues is making tracks on the head, around it, just under it. He's getting multiple sensations all at once. This is what I want him to feel - overwhelmed with stimuli of a cocksucker's mouth. Everything about his reaction says I'm succeeding. He sighs. He shudders. His eyes close. His lips curl into a slight smile. He's taking it all in, as am I. Him the sensation, me his cock. Coach mutters, even talks, but the sound of the bad porn movie is so loud, I hear him but I can't hear him. This is an old place - there is no volume control, you're at the mercy of the equipment and management. I want him to be at the mercy of my mouth, but I know I'm more at the mercy of his throbbing shaft. He is rock hard. ROCK hard. More than once in the first ten minutes he pushes me off his dick. He's close. He doesn't want to be. Not yet. In a place like this, a guy who doesn't want to be close usually means he's just waiting for someone better. Oddly enough, with him, that's not the vibe. He's wanting to extend the session. He wants to be in control of his orgasm. He doesn't want me to take that control, but he does want me to take the load. Coach was nice enough to ask where I wanted it, I told him it wasn't up to me. He said in the mouth, but only if I wanted it there. I really wanted him to make that decision, or let him think he was making it. But Coach was being too nice about it all, so I had to state, I wanted every drop to go in my mouth so it would slide to my belly. He got the picture then. But don't think he was ready. Oh no. Between his pushing me off and my edging, we mad this session last about 40 minutes. In a bookstore that is eternity. The old farts came and went, poking their heads in. Coach never seemed to notice them - or care. I always sensed their presence and some were so fucking gross, I did shoo them away. I'm all for giving a free show, but sometimes you don't want certain folks to see, let alone try to join in - which a few tried. Early on, I slipped off that chair and onto my knees, where I belonged. Kneeling on that floor that who knows the fuck when it was mopped last. Who knows how many fucking loads were shot and dried there. I didn't notice and fresher, wet deposits, not that it would have stopped me from my rightful place. A few times his hands went to his dick and I firmly pushed them away - he grinned at that each and every time. Once his hand went to his belt, but with his cock and balls just out of his fly, it looked so fucking hot, I again took his hands away. He understood. I gripped his legs for support, starting with the calves. My fucking god, they were the strongest calves I had ever encountered. I could feel every muscle. My hands crept up the back of his thighs and like below the knees, they were like concrete. So much muscle. So tense. So masculine. I was in awe. I liked when he leaned back against the thin wall. I liked when his eyes closed or his head went back, that he was into the moment - whether he was thinking about me or someone else. It didn't really matter, as I was the recipient of his penis and hopefully his load. I know Coach liked my mouth. He said so several times, but his hard cock really said it. I'd see him later and he wasn't erect, so I was fairly certain he was not taking and ED drugs. While it probably wasn't out of nowhere, I wasn't really given an indication that he wanted to finish or that I had gotten him so close that there was no turning back. Firm grip on my head was firm. My grip on his thighs was just as tight. I felt this cock jump around in my mouth as it spurted again and again....and again and again. It was a huge load. Not full of flavor, but not void of it either. He watched me gulp. He saw my throat contract knowing his seed was going to my belly. Coach also wasn't one to just push away. He let me nurse his cock for at least another 5 minutes. I didn't want to let go. But eventually I did. He left, but he left some of him behind - in my mouth, throat and stomach. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here Skinny bareback tops with big dicks that stay hard tick all the boxes for me. Especially when they actually dump a load in my hole. Last night I arranged to hook up with Hiro at the usual place. There were only two other guys there. We left the cubicle door open while we played to see what happened. Both the others came down at different times for a look, jerking themselves inside their jocks while they watched. One was young, crewcut, ordinary looks, average dick, solid body. The other was a 20s guy with long hair, a diamond in one ear and a few rings. When diamond boy - he told me later his name was Inori - came back for another look I was fucking Hiro from behind while working his nipples. I eventually signaled to Inori to take over. I didn't need to ask twice. He had a big hard uncut dick hanging from a skinny torso and legs. Hiro pigged out as we spitroasted him for 20 minutes. I had him gagging on my dick, bitchslapping him, biting the back of his neck, murdering his tits. He loves that shit. Inori stayed hard and kept dicking him, sometimes leaning on Hiro's back and pulling his nipples, other times leaning back to make his dick angle up higher. In between I got behind Inori for a few minutes to stick my tongue in his nasty-tasting hole while he dicked Hiro. He didn't hesitate when I leant over to give him a taste of his own arsehole. Meanwhile crewcut boy had come in to watch. He stood against the wall, pulling on his dick. I asked Inori if he would fuck me. He slid into me while Hiro started sucking crewcut boy. It was a nice fuck. He stayed hard and had enough length to hurt me when he pushed all the way in. I guess we had been at it around 10 minutes when Hiro leant over to me for a kiss. Crewcut boy had shot his load and he had a mouthful of cum. Hot. We made out for a couple of minutes without swallowing, and then leant back for a three-way kiss with Inori. I forget the exact sequence but at some point Inori pulled out of me and went back to dicking Hiro. At several points he would take a big hit of poppers and go into overdrive for a minute or two but then slow again. It was great to watch him in action: the whole time he was sitting on his feet, so all the movement came from his hips, rabbit style. I guess it was another half an hour before he finally went for it, hammering Hiro before unloading. He left the room straightaway. I knew what I wanted. I got Hiro to squat above my face while he pushed a load of cum into my mouth. That got my dick hard so I pushed into his hole. You know that texture that an arsehole gets after a long dicking? He felt like that as I slid in. I tried to fist him after that. He was hungry for it, and I got into him, but after the pounding he had taken from Inori he was too sensitive for me to stay in there. We had a slow, gentle time after that, mix of kissing, fucking, him sliding a long dildo into me. Inori came back for a look at some point but decided not to go a second round. Around midnight, when we were still going strong, the old guy that runs the place threw us out. We both left feeling well fucked even if neither of us had cum. I woke up this morning all horned up. Something made me go to the toilet and check. Sure enough, I pushed out a handful of spooge. It had that clear jelly look that cum gets after a night inside your hole but the taste was unmistakeable. So Inori had stealthed me. That left me crazy horny. I greased up my biggest dildo and pushed all the way down, past the sigmoid. I fucked myself on it for a couple of minutes and blew all over the floor. Hey ho hey ho. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here In Sydney. Looking to get dicked. I ended up at Signal. Not many guys there and no-one really making eye contact. There's a block of five cubicles with gloryholes where I've had some hot times in the past. There was only one free, at the end, connecting through to just one other cubicle. But from what I could see the guy in there had a good body. He was getting his dick sucked through another hole. I stripped right down, left the light on and waited to see what happened. Eventually he pulled out of the other hole, took a peek into my cubicle then fed his dick through. Big piece of meat, uncut, hard, unshaved pubes with a ginger bush. I swallowed him down. He alternated between holding still while I slobbered all over his dick and fucking my face while I tried to hold still. I took a chance, stood up, turned round and rubbed my arse against his dick. He held still so I positioned his head against my hole and slowly backed on. Aaahhh, so good. He started moving in me, then went in harder. I hadn't realized when I chose that cubicle but it was the only one with a big square hole wide enough to fit your whole butt through it. Quite different from the normal glory hole where there's the thickness of the wall between your butt and his groin. So I pushed my butt through, braced myself and took a deep hit of poppers as he started to nail me hard. He was deep inside. He only lasted a few minutes before he stiffened against me. He held it in there for a minute before sliding out. I squatted and felt around my hole. All slimy down there. I took a taste. He had put a load in me. I got a good look at him through the hole. In his 30s, looked fit without being a gym body. I couldn't help myself: "Are you neg or poz, mate?" He looked startled, hesitated for a moment - what kind of idiot takes your load up his arse before asking if you're neg? Then: "I'm poz, undetectable". I told him I was cool with that. As he dressed and left I pushed his load out into my hand and licked it all up. For me a raw glory hole fuck, from a guy with a big dick who stays hard, hammers it into you and actually unloads, is one of the ultimate scenes. This was one to remember. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today, I touched the face of God. Where did I find the face of God, you ask? It was inside the pants of an unassuming-looking, nervous, flitty, but very cute 32 year old. We've talked on line for a good while about him servicing my tool, but I never put much credence in him. He would do hit-and-run approaches, asking to hook up then logging off. And his face pix made him look rather dim, one of those guys who are either feigning hypermasculine boredom out of insecurity, or who are truly hypermasculine and bored and thus boring. But I did put him on my buddy list. I noticed his rather pretty torso pic on there this morning, and checked out his profile real quick, but decided against hitting on him; his profile says safe only and I wanted to fuck today. But I guess he saw my visit, because he soon after asked me if my meat needed servicing. Again I really wanted to fuck, but I decided I need to stop being so precious about the sex I need to have, and he looked pretty good, the posing notwithstanding. So I said sure, expecting a runaround, but he said he'd leave right away. He's in Astoria, which is not far but there's kind of a Can't Get There From Here kinda thing between Brooklyn and Queens on the subway, unless you want to do a lot of walking, so I knew it would be at least 45 minutes for him to get here. He showed up a little late, looking about 1000 times cuter than his pictures, and overflowing with choked, nerdy apologies about being sweaty and late. "I turned the wrong way, well, I actually, I put the wrong, I put X in my phone instead of Y and it said to go that way--" here he pointed into the grimy, warehouse-strewn frontier of my neighborhood-- "and... and it's hot!" His t-shirt was mottled with sweaty spots but fuck, he was cute, a little more readheady than I was expecting, pale skin, beautiful shoulders and arms and hands. I had also noticed his profile didn't mention kissing, and thought, ***** is truly prince of this world if he won't let me make out with him. I leaned in to kiss him anyway. He seemed OK with it, though it was a rather awkward kiss. I figured I could work with it. He was really, really cute. And it was just a blowjob. All I had to do was lay back and relax. I got him some water and put on a fan to try to dry him out quickly, and he seemed grateful. We kissed some more and he groped my groin a bunch while I tried to manhandle his body through the wet shirt. He then twisted away from me and peeled it off to reveal a fantastically perfectly-proportioned small-framed, lightly muscular body, with a sweet, sweet curve to his back, swooping in deliciously just above the muscles of his ass, which were visible through the loose waistband of his rather dorky cargo shorts. His nipples stood up beautifully on a lightly hairy, perhaps recently shaved chest. This body did not show off this well in his pictures. This body was fucking fantastic. I turned him around to admire his ass through the shorts a bit. And he pulled them off, wearing just a black jockstrap underneath. I began exclaiming a rosary of praises to the creamy, fleshy beauty that appeared before my eyes: truly, truly, the radiant face of God. "Oh fuck, bend over," I said, and I knelt down before it and slowly dragged my tongue from the bottom of the crack to the top. Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Plato claimed this world is only crude imitations of a perfect world elsewhere, but this ass is a visitor from that world. The electricity I felt from the sexual energy in his body was sharp and irresistible. And even better, just from the first lick, from that charged first contact, he felt it too! As I kept it up, working verrrry slowly around the terrain of this heavenly body, he moaned, he exclaimed at how good it felt, and he equally slowly crept up onto the bed so that his torso was splayed flat against the bed and his rear was hiked up at an impossibly sexy angle, radiating desire and satisfaction. I think I ate his ass in this position for something like 10 minutes. I only stopped to exclaim how much I wanted it, how perfect it was, how he should not please please not take it away from me, please please let me have it all, and he assured me, breathlessly, that it had never felt this good and I could have all I wanted. So I took. My dick was hard as a rock now, so I presented it to him up on the bed and he groped his way to it like a blind puppy looking for milk, and the whole shape of that perfect white body was displayed before me, and that sex-besotted handsome face looking square at me with his mouth all full of my choad. I can barely remember it all, the pleasure was so intense it rather erased its own memory, like a sun burning out the film that tries to record it. I just remember he eventually was doing a handstand on the edge of the bed with his ass straight up in the air and my tongue fucking its way inside him. I remember a 69 position where his muscles tensed beautifully every time I took his entire dick, which was not that big but delicious and meaty, all the way to the root, and sucked hard on the very base. I remember sliding my finger into his tight hole and massaging his gland while he yelped and made helpless sounds and his musculature was slack and voluptuous with pleasure at being penetrated. And I tried to fuck him. Honestly, I could have just communed with his beautiful backside all day, whimpering and whining and fisting my dick. But what a body, what a conquest. I tried to slip in, just the head, just to feel him, but he was very fearful of this, he didn't want a bare tool inside him, I don't think. So we did more of what we did. But finally, when he was on his belly on the bed and I was on top of him with my dick sliding up under his body, making mock fuck movements against him, and he held my dick in his hand as I trusted, muttering "I want that dick I want that dick I want that dick," I said, "Do you want me to rubber up and fuck you?" He seemed to put the question back at me. I said, "Stay like that," and went to get a box of rubbers. And as soon as he saw them, the nerdy was back, Porky-Piglike, "You don't have to, I mean if you don't want to, I mean, if you didn't, you don't..." Well, obviously I wanted to fuck him! I had a box of rubbers in my hand, I'd just pummeled him into the mattress with my hips in a preview of things to come. Maybe he was saying I didn't have to wear the condom? Excitement flashed inside my chest but I also didn't want to ruin a very good thing. So I tossed the box of condoms aside, smiled indulgently, laid back on the pillows, opened my legs, and said, "Let's just relax, don't worry about it, suck my dick and let's relax." And he positioned back between my legs, with that insanely perfect body on display before me again, mounds of perfect asset shining before me, and he sucked the cum out of me. It wasn't hard, I had been wanting to cum for a long time. He sucked and sucked, then, perhaps somehow crazily not realizing I was unloading my scum into him until his mouth was suddenly too flooded with it to do anything but spit or swallow, his eyes grew big, he choked, and it all came flying out onto my pubes. "Sorry sorry, I'm just, it was, sorry, oh man." And he spat me out, all over my dick! And then, "Sorry, sorry! I'm spitting on you, I can't be spitting right on you!" with a hand to his adorable head. I just laughed and said, "I tried to warn you." I had in fact told him he was going to make me cum, but not remembering whether he swallowed or not, I decided to go with the top's prerogative of ejaculating where he pleases. And I pleased. He needed to rinse out his mouth, so I let him go, feeling a little bad but also rather pleased with myself for defiling this flawless beauty with my filthy manhood. He came make and flitted and was shy again. I told him he didn't have to jump up and run away, but he said he had plans in an hour. So I got him some more water, and we talked very little. When he was ready to go, he tried to shake my hand and kiss me and hug me simultaneously. He was extremely cute. I don't know how someone with such a fantastic body and face can be quite so uncoordinated and awkward. I told him to keep in touch if he wanted. I wasn't sure how sincere he was when he said yes. And I wanted him go off, bald head and wide shoulders and beautiful shape. I vibrated in post-orgasmic bliss for a little while, for a long time unable to think much of anything except, "Wow." Finally, against my better judgment, I texted him, telling him any time he wanted his ass eaten, I would do it. After a half an hour I figured I'd never hear from him again. Then, "Absolutely, you are damn good at eating ass and were driving me wild with your tongue. Hope to have your face down there again." All right! I told him his ass was basically a religious experience for me. It was. I am now religious. My religion is his ass. "Thanks! And my ass thanks you too" he texted back. This god answers prayers! Can't wait to commune again. Maybe next time I can get my dick in him. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... is the title descriptive enough for you for what happened the other night? i got my ass fucked royally by a long line of horny tops...that's what. i was at the local gay bath the other night...the one i've been critical of before for being so empty. i was horny as hell and decided i needed to get fucked...hard. not only getted fucked...but get fucked in a sling, which i haven't done in over about a year or so. i checked in and the place was empty (as usual) for most of the night. i walked around to see who else was there. not many guys. i did make eye contact with a hot latin guy and he seemed interested. i walked up to the maze area and heard him enter so i figured i get warmed up by sucking some hard latin cock. within a minute i found myself on my knees and a hard uncut 6 inch latin cock banging down the back of my throat. he was hard and horny as hell...and he wanted his nutt. i was more than happy to help him with...and i did just that. it wasn't until late, maybe after the bars emptied out, before it got really going. and man did it get going. i got fucked thoroughly alright. face up in the sling (on my back), face down in the sling (with my legs spread over the sides of the sling and my upturned asscheeks hanging over the end...which i love getting fucked that way)....i got fucked! at one point i had a guy standing off the side feeding me cock as i got absolutely reamed out from behind. i turned into a cum-pig cumslut and was loving it. i need to write-up the story of this episode but it may take a few days (i'm super-busy right now). More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... Another day of collecting loads in my cumdump ass as usual. First one of new young hung guy in 20s from bbrt. He has a bf but needed to dump a load. I was blindfolded and ass up in the jock. He unzipped, pumped for 5 min and unloaded while moaning. It is the best feeling when guys walk in and see your cumdump ass greeting them. They meet my ass-that is how guys meet me. It is what I am, what they wanna know about me. It is even better feeling -the best in the world when guy unzips, slides in, pumps until he unloads. Feeling the cock pulsing, the body pulsing on top of you, cum shooting in the hole, and hearing the moaning is just priceless. After he left i was so horny for more loads I decided to travel to collect more. I chatted with a mid-age hung top from bbrt and went to his place. I sripped at the doorway, put my blindfold on, took off my clothes, and went to dark bedroom, got on my fours in my jock. The guy did not wait long, he mounted me from behind, pounded me hard for 10 min, while talking dirty with me. First load was coating his cock and oozing on his bed. He shot a large 5 day load in my cunt. I felt so wet. Cum was leaking on my jock and on his bed. I got up, put my shorts on with my ass wet and walked out. Cum soaked my shorts around butt crack while I was walking to the car. True shameless cumdump whore leaking with cum down on his pants walking from one place to another to collect loads in the cumdumpster ass. I went straight to the nearest bathhouse to collect more loads. I got fucked and bred by few nasty raw older tops by the gloryhole and on the fuckbench, all in the dark room without seeing how they look. I did not care, I just wanted to be used like cumdump. My ass was hungry for more cum. I left home with more cum floating in my rectum and leaking on my shorts. Heaven! More (many of his blog posts have video)...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Hooked up with a new cocksucker yesterday. Nice looking, had a great cock. I know because when he was blowing me, I told him to take it out and play with it. I got to skull fuck him, and ultimately donated a huge load of DNA to his mouth. I'm not sure, but I think he spit it out. Ordinarily, that would be a deal breaker, but he's so good at what he does, I'll let it slide. He told me I was "the whole package" and that, "Next time, I want you lying on the bed." So, it looks as though he's up for a replay. That's fine by me. More...

Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... I've been quiet for a long time on here, basically keeping my hole in shape with my black fuck bud Robert's 8 incher and slowly training myself to deep throat an 8 inch cock (practising on Robert of course, and also with a soft 8 inch medium thick dildo). But I went on a backpacking vacation recently and had an encounter like I've never had before while out hiking. I was with two friends, both jock boys who I met on the trail a couple of years ago. They're 6 feet or 6'1" like me, so we have long strides that let us cover a lot of ground in a short amount of time. We get together at least once a year for a backpacking trip, sometimes with a few other, older guys. But this time it was just us young guns because we wanted to tackle some serious miles in one of the East Coast's premier wilderness playgrounds, the Smokies. We had all been through there before at least once, on the Appalachian Trail. But for this trip, we wanted to explore some of the hundreds of miles of other trails that sometimes crisscross with each other throughout this million-plus acre park. Some trails feed into the A.T. on the ridgeline, but we wanted to avoid the A.T. as much as possible because that's where most people go when they're there. This was going to be just us, away from the herd, and we weren't even that concerned with sticking together as a group, either. If one or two of us shot ahead, or fell behind, so be it. We were all self-sufficient in terms of gear and food, etc., and as long as we all ended up at the pickup spot in a few days' time, we were good to go. Each of us had a cell phone, so we were all set in case this trip turned into three separate solo hikes. On Day 3, we were still basically hiking together when we ran across something very rare on a long-distance trail in the Great Smokies. No, it wasn't a bear. They're everywhere. It wasn't even a park ranger (your chances of seeing a bear are 10 times greater than seeing a ranger, lol). It was a black guy out backpacking, by himself. We stopped and chatted with him for a few minutes, a customary ritual on the trail. You share info about what lis ahead for the other guy, then go on your separate ways. And my buds did just that after hearing about a water source a mile or so up ahead for us. But I lingered a little, going a bit further with the convo the way hikers do, making small talk out of stuff like what's your "trail name," where you're from, where you went to school, etc. I was already horny to begin with from hanging with my jock bros and inhaling their hiker-sweat from 3 days in the backcountry. And now I had this fucking hot black guy to myself, in the middle of nowhere, his shirt off like mine because of the heat wave in the South, his fucking chiseled abs glistening with sweat, the smell of his man odor filling my nostrils, and his gorgeous smile with pearly white teeth flashing as he talked or laughed while we exchanged info, And naturally I was getting bonered up bigtime, which is bad because you can't exactly hide it on the trail when all you're wearing is skimpy hiker shorts. I could swear he was checking me out, too, while we talked, so I'd look behind me now and then to let him have a glimpse, and I was pretty sure he liked what he saw on me. I asked where he was planning to stop for the night, and he asked where my group was planning to camp. I told him our ultimate destination in a few days' time, and he indicated he'd be heading out in a day or so, back in this direction in fact. Finally we said our goodbyes and headed in opposite directions. I fondled my tit a few times while hiking the rest of that afternoon, imagining what his cock looked like. I spent a sleepless night in my tent that night, not daring to jack off because we were tenting so close to each other. Playing with my tits and gently stroking my cock would have to do. Tasting my pre made me nod off with dreams of sucking a sweaty black dick. That next afternoon one of my buds was explaining that he wanted to pound out some serious miles, hiking faster to test his endurance, and we wished him well. He has never run a marathon before, but he's thinking of doing the New York City Marathon this fall. So off he went, not running per se, but hiking double time as it were. I'm sure on good stretches he would try to run a little, but it's hard with a pack on your back. Then I hung back to take a break, and suddenly I was hiking solo for the first time on this trip. It felt great, and I was enjoying it a lot thinking of my first time in the wilderness like this, solo, when all of a sudden up came the black dude. Turns out he didn't go much farther the day before, and in the morning he decided to start doubling back to where he parked his car. I was thrilled. We hiked together the rest of the day, taking numerous breaks wherever you could sit down (in the woods, you take advantage of those spots, especially when it's hot), or wherever there was a water source and we needed to camel up. I was sporting a raging hardon by this point, since my one true weakness is an addiction to black cock. I don't care if I pass a homeless black dude on the street, all I can think of is what his dick is like, and what it would be like bent over doggie while he's plowing it home. It became fairly obvious we weren't going to catch up with my buds, so around 6 or so I suggested we start looking out for a good spot to pitch our tents. About an hour later we found a perfect spot, down off the trail a little ways, alongside a small stream The trees were evergreens and there was a carpet of soft brown needles on the floor. I think we both knew it was going to be perfect for other reasons, too, since by this time I was pretty sure the vibes that were flowing were not all one way. We cooked our dinners, even shared a little of our food with each other, I texted my buds to let them know that I was OK, and then we sat back and continued our ongoing conversation about the one thing that bonds college jock types like nothing else: college football. My newfound bud was from Asheville and had gone to Appalachian State. I knew a lot about the Mountaineers, and he was actually good friends with a few of them from when he was in school. We talked about the famous Michigan game, which we both watched on TV that day a few years back, and then about some bigtime games we have actually seen in person. Turned out we were both SEC fans, and we had both gone to games at LSU, Auburn and Tennessee. We were really connecting on this stuff, and by this time, too, I noticed he was frequently touching himself, quickly rubbing his crotch nonchalantly and almost without thinking about it. Finally, just as I was talking about one of my favorite players from when I was in school -- and describing how hot he was on and off the field -- Slider's hand went down and brushed his crotch, and this time he kept it there. (Slider is his trail name.) I was still talking, but I trailed off forgetting what I was saying, because all of a sudden Slider tilted his head back and laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked. "You," he said, smiling with those fucking hot lips and white teeth from ear to ear. "You can't keep your eyes off my pants." And that was it. I was busted. I laughed nervously, but he assured me it was all alright. He confessed he was getting horned up while I was talking about this hottie football player (it was David Carr, of Fresno State, and if you ever saw him play, you know exactly what I'm talking about), and I guess I was going on a little more than I realized about his chiseled chin, eye-popping biceps (the biggest guns on any quarterback I've ever seen) and his cut pecs and abs. And that was that: Slider was blatantly stroking his cock, and I was staring at him doing it. Suddenly I was bold enough to confess something of my own, and I knew from that point on it would be the game-changer. "You know, I've got a confession to make.... I'm one of those white boys who worships black cock." His smile was now bigger than ever, and it was contagious. "Well get over here boy and worship." And that is how for the next half hour or so, I was on my knees in front of him as he squatted on his sleeping pad, my head bowed in worship amid the aroma of manly sweat, the beautiful bush of a black man's curly pubes, and the rock hard pole of an 8 inch piece of cut chocolate cock that looked, smelled and tasted of pure hotness. The head was lighter skinned than the rest of the shaft, and I proceeded to polish it even brighter with my lips, tongue, and eventually the back of my throat. He was enjoying it so much, he was moaning loud enough for anyone to hear on the main trail above us. He told me had days worth of load and he wanted to give it all to me. As it turned out, I should've kept going down on him, since swallowing a few loads would've been ideal protein replenishment out here on the trail. But the bottom whore in me wanted that cock in my ass. No condoms carried by either one of us. No problem, for either one of us. And we had plenty of lube from the coat of saliva I was slobbering all over his pole. The only problem was, I had no way to clean myself out. And I knew that it might pose a problem. But when you're outdoors with a stranger who's hot, sexy, black and hung and you haven't touched yourself in a few days, nothing else matters except his raw dick and your hole. We each stripped down, fondled each other's hardons, and I even had him raise his arm over his head so I could burrow in his sweaty smooth pits -- a must as anyone who has read my previous blogs knows. To avoid anyone stumbling on us and seeing everything, we retreated to my tent, which is roomy enough for 2 but you can't really sit up in it, so I laid flat on my stomach and held my ass up slightly. He climbed on top, found my hole, and started going in. Slowly, since I was tight, but determined to squish his pubes against my backsides. (I told him I love that feeling.) He got his cock in me all the way finally, and then slowly started to pump it in and out. Suddenly he rammed it, which made me grunt like a pig, and he proceeded to hump it hard and rough. He had one arm wrapped around my neck in a choke hold, which I love, and his head buried in my neck, his tongue licking my ear and his dreds dangling on my face. I could've gone all night long, and so could he have, too. Just then he started ramming it, pulling back a little, and ramming it again, over and over for about 10 times, never leaving my hole but going deeper and deeper with every thrust. When I asked if he was getting ready to shoot, he sighed that he had been shooting his load with every one of those thrusts and had already planted it deep up my cunt. In all, the fucking took less than 10 minutes. He laid still for a while, in that position, his dick in my ass still, when I started raising my ass cheeks and squeezing my inner ass muscles to stroke and milk his bone, which was still rock hard. He moaned like I was sucking him again and whispered his hot breath in my ear asking me not to stop. We did this for a little while, and just as he was recharged enough to give me another fuck with another load, his cock suddenly slipped out of my ass. He looked down, and said "Ooops." I could tell it was all she wrote for our fucking that night. He had literally fucked the shit out of me, and we ended with a rather messy fuck. I apologized, but he was very supportive, acknowledging that we had no way to clean me out beforehand. If I had known I was going to get fucked that night, I might have tried fasting for at least a day, but on the trail, that simply is not possible. So we called it quits, even though we both knew we could've gone all night. We cleaned up thoroughly -- his cock and my ass and then my tent floor -- and we went to bed in our own tents. In the morning, we exchanged phone numbers and email addresses, hit the trail, and in about an hour or so came to the side trail he needed to take back to his car. "This is me," he said, looking down the hill. "Let's do this again sometime. For real." A hot black jock with an 8 inch cock who fucks like that doesn't have to ask me twice. And since getting home from that trip, we have made tentative plans to meet in Pennsylvania in October. I'll fast, I'll be so cleaned out you can store food in there, I'll have plenty of lube, and I'll come home with plenty of cum. Hampton Inn, here we come. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here I headed to the back of the club, where I knew the cock and cum would be. As I walked down the steps, I looked towards the far end and there he was. Tall, 6" 3", lean swimmer's build, dark hair and a light sexy beard. Dressed in a rubber tank and rubber chaps - and bent over being fucked hard. Now, you all know me and how much I love tall men - and even better when they are a bottom... As I made my way through the crowd, I saw that he was also being sucked. I got up next to him and saw that he was extremely hung and thick! Over 9 inches of cut cock, and wrist thick - I had to have a taste. I sat next to him and pulled out my cock. Stroking my cock until I was rock hard, and all the time watching him get slammed hard. The guy sucking on his cock was having a tough time, whether due to the shear size or angle and I just kept watching, and waiting. Finally there was a break and I was able to slide over and take him into my mouth. My mouth was stretched to the limit and I could not let that stop me. His cock has a slight curve down, and that made it a perfect gullet spreader. I did my best to take every inch. Since he was already being fucked, I was up for having a go at his tight bubble ass. He asked if I had a condom, which I did not. A guy next to us produced one and he opened the package and slid it over my cock and turned around. That smooth (a hint of hair between his cheeks) ass slide down on my cock. Tight and lubed up from the guy before me. At that time we were interrupted by a guy telling us to move away from the door. I pulled out and kept the condom on. When I saw how crowded the room had become, I was not sure we could keep fucking and the condom came off. We got to the middle of the room and he turned back to me and noticed the condom was gone. Then he said the he would love to suck me off...and I said yes! There were some guys on the wall that had a great view, and when we pulled out our cocks you could hear the collected gasp at the sight of his hung piece of meat. A few tried to reach in and grab, but we were set on getting off together. He got down on his knees and pulled my cock into his mouth. A guy on the side, and another behind me were playing with my nipples as he took every inch of my cock and the PA into his mouth. Now, you all know that I don't often get blown and cum, but having this tall hot man servicing my cock was getting me closer and closer to the edge. After some time, he stood up and I got down on my knees to service his rock hard cock. A few of the men on the wall were getting into it and one even unzipped and pulled his rock hard cock out. I stood up and my tall rubber friend said that he wanted my load, and I told him that I was close to cumming. He shot me a quick bright smile and went right back down to sucking and swallowing. With his lips around my shaft, and his hand working my balls and cock I was edging closer and closer. When I was ready to cum, I let him know and he turned his face up to catch the load. I shot one spurt up near his eye and then the rest coated the side of his face. He stood up and I recognized the look of a cum pig that was enjoying the feel, smell and heat of a fresh cum load. I led us out of the back and headed to the bar. Once we had some cocktails, it was time to get some fresh cool air. We headed out to the street, where the street fair was in full swing. For the next few hours we hung out. Went to a house party and both had our asses flogged...and then we headed back into the club. As we entered, I went over to the urinals and my new friend asked if he could go along. Sure! Oh, I forgot to mention that he was also flagging yellow. I pulled out my cock and told him that he was welcome to swallow it. He smiled and got down on his knees. I had a fairly large load of piss, and he kept swallowing, and swallowing, and swallowing. After he had drained me, we went back into the main area - and found a hot young man being fucked. A couple of my friends were there, so we stopped and watched. At that time another well hung friend of mine came up and pulled out his cock. My rubber buddy did not need any instructions, he just dropped down and took that into his mouth. Within minutes he was being covered in another thick load of cum - and, oh does his face look good glazed in spooge. Now it was my turn...my rubber friend had his massive cock out and said that he wanted to let me have a load. I did not waste any time, I was on my knees and helping him drain his nuts. As the crowd watched, he stroked a load right onto my mouth and tongue...fuck, it was hot! It was once again time to head out for some fresh air. As we walked around, the conversation turned to xtube, videos and groups. He is as much of a cum pig as I am, and I promised that on his next trip to SF we could arrange one of my group cum dumps and let him be the center of the action... So, let's hope that he gets a chance to come back and share that tight ass, hung cock and talented mouth... More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I had the honor of helping a guy in a relationship of five years cheat for the first time, though I didn't know this until after the fact. He pursued be on Daddyhunt rather aggressively, and I suppose I should have known something was up; his profile only showed a hairy chest picture, and in private chat he would only show the left half of his face. It always amazes me how people think doing things like this, or wearing sunglasses or a hat, will actually keep someone who knows them from recognizing them on a homo fuck site. On the contrary-- anyone who knows you will immediately recognize you in a hat or sunglasses or cut down the middle; only dudes who are contemplating sticking their dicks in you for fun are thwarted by these ruses. But the left half of his face was pretty manly and nice looking, and he also sent a rather nice meaty dick pic and a closeup of his ass which pretty much only served to inform me that there was indeed a crack in his ass. I rather intended to blow him off except that I felt really horny today and wanted to be serviced, and while he didn't seem to talk about sex in a very interesting way, he really seemed to want me, so I figured he'd do. He was coming from New Jersey and would take forever to get here; normally I'm way too high-strung to wait around two hours for someone to come suck my dick, wondering endlessly if they're going to flake and leave me with blueballs, or if they'll not look like their picture and I'll have to send them away heartlessly, or even worse, if THEY won't like ME and let me know just how much of their time they wasted in getting here. But today I figured I didn't have the energy to actively cruise for anything, and was happy to invite a handsome guy like him over. As the time passed I got less and less enthusiastic... and then, he showed up. Even over the crappy monitor of our communication system with the doorman, I could see that he looked much better than I had supposed from his pictures. I am not even sure that chest pic was his. I had gotten the feeling that he was rather meatball-like, but he had a beautiful naturally athletic build, with a narrow waist, broad shoulders, and an ass that was just flirting with ampleness without overdoing it. He showed up in my apartment looking rather nervous and noncommittal, not looking at me straight in the face. This, coupled with him being better looking than I expected, made me feel like a little toad. He was one of those dudes who kiss just with their rigid, protruding tongue. But he looked so stupidly hot in his baseball cap, with that long, thick, bull-like neck and those beautiful meaty curves showing under his t-shirt and shorts, that I didn't care. I just wanted to feel him up and get my dick in him somewhere, somehow. Online I'd told him I wanted to fuck him raw, and he balked at that, but didn't get completely scared away from coming over. So there was a lot of dispirited feeling in my apartment this afternoon, but this kind of male beauty has an almost bewitching hold on me; I'd probably go through just about any hell to rub up against it. I led him back to the bedroom and he kept groping at my nonresponsive dick while I tried to kiss him properly and feel his body. I figured I was going to have to try two things if this was going to succeed: be demanding and eat his ass. So I told him to turn around and let me check him out from behind, then after praising the ass to the skies, told him to take of his pants and let me eat it out. He was awkward and hesitant but, like most dudes in this situation, did what he was told. He pulled off the shorts to reveal tight-fitting black boxer briefs which pretty much made my cerebellum scream and fall on its little fainting couch above my brain stem. I felt his body through the thin jersey fabric, from the taut roundness on back, around the hard musculature of his upper thigh, over his beautiful hipbone, and down to the meaty mass of his genitals, bundled sweetly in his underpants. "Go over to the bed and bend over," I barked, and he said, "What?" as if this command were too complicated to obey, so I pretty much marched him there and pushed him over. He stood very rigidly as I pulled down the underpants to reveal a heartbreakingly beautiful ass sheltering thick round smooth-shaved balls. His back was arched with tension as he leaned over the bed. But once I got my face in there and probed away at his inner sanctum with my tongue, I felt his body slacken with the first hints of un-self-conscious pleasure, and before long he was hunched up on the bed, hiking his rear in my face greedily, while I felt up his thighs, his hips, his flanks, his beautiful meaty rough hairy chest, his arms, and sometimes sucked a nut or his still-flaccid dick down my throat. I became un-self-conscious too, and did pretty much as I liked with this fantastic body. He was quite rough, though, squeezing my nipples like empty tubes of toothpaste and biting my neck. When I spread him out on his back and ground my far inferior body into his, he finally stopped and just wrapped his limbs around me, sighing and stroking the hair on my back, feeling my dick slide up and down along his body. And I wish we could have stayed like this. But he was a rather conventional latin dude, full of the latin fire, and soon we were wrestling and hurting each other again. He only calmed down whenever I had him face down with his ass in my face. There need to be new words introduced into the English language for me to express how fantastic his ass was. I cannot. But I feel it. Oh fuck, do I feel it, still. On his back again, I just admired his body and stuck my finger in his hole. "I gotta fuck this," I finally said. "If you want to," he said, alluding to my earlier statement that if he wouldn't go raw I'd rather just eat his ass and get serviced. I had set my little box of condoms on the nightstand just in case this happened, and so I slicked and rubbered up and began to try to prepare his innards for my onslaught. But immediately he seriously tightened up, almost cutting off the circulation to my index finger as I stroked his prostate and made his eyes roll back in his head. I worked his gland for a long while, occasionally sucking his dick (which had now gotten quite hard and was the cleanest-smelling uncut cock I ever met), waiting for a letup in the pressure. It didn't come. "You are TIGHT," I announced, and he laughed shyly, saying he was nervous. "Let's just relax," I said, sliding the rubber off and tossing it on the bed. "I could sit on it," he suggested; I loathe being ridden, so I just said, "Let's just relax, let me be close to you again." And I laid my dick beside his and slid down on top of him and we humped into each other. My dick was beautifully slippery from the lube. I came. Stupid stupid balls! They just decided, "This man is too attractive, we're tired of you teasing us, we're in charge here, and we're going to squirt." And they did. I was whining "Aw no, no, no," and he looked frightened and said "What's wrong?" and I reared up on my haunches just as I began spattering him with my slimy reproductive fluid. He looked down, saw what was happening, and said, in a rather cute, childlike spanish-inflected voice, "You cum a lot!" "Sorry man!" I cried. "You're just too beautiful." And I admired his body as he fisted himself, hard, and I assumed a topping position again over him, holding his hip with one hand and leaning on his shoulder with the other, and made fucking motions against him as he tried to make himself cum; as I pummeled him harder he seemed to get close, but then lost it. "I don't think I can cum," he said. "I know, the pressure is on now! I already came!" He looked at me sheepishly and I said it was OK, and asked if he wanted me to clean him up. He said he would just as soon take a shower. I got him some water while he was in there, and when he came out, he told me he had a partner. And that they don't have enough sex any more. And that this is only the second time he met anyone to "do this", he said, looking at the rumpled bed. "And the first time..." "Didn't work out?" I suggested. He nodded. "I mean, we met, but he didn't look like... I said, 'You don't look like yourself.'" I stupidly said, "Well... I'm honored! Unless you just finally got so frustrated you did it with me anyway." He didn't respond to this pitiful self-deprecation negatively, but instead said, "Oh no, you're my type of guy, I like guys who are..." and he made shapes in the air with his hands between us as he tried to figure out a way to say schlubby hairy dudes without sounding insulting. Then he finally said, "...You know, older. Not that you're much older than me. But you know..." and I stroked my salt-and-pepper beard, and he laughed, relieved, and said, "Yeah, like the beard." I told him I had a partner too, and he said, "You didn't tell me that!" I'm pretty sure it says so on my profile. But then he said, "Does he know?" and I told him we were open, and he said, "Well, mine doesn't." We talked a bit about it and I was trying to be helpful but it seemed to be making him a little anxious. He told me he worries about catching something out there doing this. I suddenly felt like a cad asking him to take my slutty raw dick inside his temple of a body. He got dressed, and I kept groping his body. His accent was a little thick, and he was rather soft-spoken, so I wasn't sure exactly what he was saying at the end, whether he wanted to get together again, really not sure at all. But he left. And in my mind, I'm still having sex with him. But... MY way. In my mind, he is sensual, responsive, open, not anxious, not rough, not trying too hard. He shows me his body and lets me luxuriate in it and watches with satisfaction. He kisses me languidly and we get lost in each other's savor. He takes my fat raw dick inside him without resistance and we fuck all afternoon and I cum so deep inside him it will never be found. I feel energized from the exertion of wrestling with his body, and I had fun even though it was short-lived. But I can't stop these fantasies from unspooling in the hours afterward. His body is fantastic, but it's trapped in a web of formative forces that keep it just beyond my grasp. I wonder what he thinks about me? More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I was in the West Village watching a movie with a friend and having some lunch and drinks after. When we finished up I felt like I wanted to get off somehow before going home, but didn't really have a lot of time. But lo and behold, as soon as I logged on to Scruff, a little dude hit me up asking "What are you up to yadda yadda." I quickly progressed things to "Do you give good head and swallow?" territory, and he asserted that he did but wanted a facial, yadda yadda. Turned out he was like 382 feet away from me and just had to "wait till a friend leaves" (who are these people who do Scruff while their friends are right there in their apartments, and yet can't tell said friends, "I have someone coming over now, can we get together again later"??). It took about fifteen minutes of loitering on my part, but finally the friend was gone and the coast was clear for me to head to his place and get my dick sucked. Easy! Except that, perhaps predictably, he gave about the worst head ever, seemed reluctant to kiss, and was all around completely inept in bed. It would have been a disaster, were I not a COMPLETE ASS FIEND and were he not in possession of THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, MEATY, ROUND ASS I'D SEEN ALL MONTH! And this time the ass was enough! When I got to his place he had to meet me downstairs because his buzzer was broken. In person he looked rather less Magically Delicious than his Scruff photo, which was downright elfin magic with the reddish hair and the sprightly face. He had a fairly meaty-looking body as well, in tight tennis-ish shorts and a tight polo. A little doughy, a little bit too much to grab on to, but all in all nicely shaped. When he turned to lean me up four flights of stairs, I went to pat his ass and ask him if he was ready to suck some dick-- I like to get the engines fired right away-- the contact of my hand on his ass, the light slap that revealed just how firm and taut this ass was, immediately had me thinking maybe I should fuck this dude. We hadn't discussed it at all. But maybe I'd be deep dickin him soon! We got to his place and it was nice and cool and clean, a tiny but cute studio. I had just finished a big Thai lunch and a huge, fruity, very boozy cocktail, so when I lunched in to kiss and he was less than enthusiastic, I thought maybe I could imagine my breath was not quite minty fresh. (Note to self: always carry Tic Tacs in case you find yourself in the position where you will be randomly thrusting your tongue and dick down someone's throat.) Instead I massaged his buttocks, told him how much I approved of them, and asked if he'd just like to get to work. He said something lame like, "Whatever you like," and I told him to get on his knees. He seemed awkward there and when I revealed my swollen-but-not-hard dong he grabbed it and jacked it some, seeming disappointed that I did not have an instant boner after trudging up four flights of windy stairs on a muggy day. A good cocksucker sees the potential of my dork and sucks it till it's hard and enjoys the sensation of knowing his power over me as a cocksucker. A bad one grabs my unit like a Mr Microphone, sticks the verrrrry tip of it in his mouth, and makes random up and down motions unconnected to any conceivable mental model of manly pleasure that I can construct from my own personal experience as the owner of a penis. He was a bad one, and did the latter. Realizing this was going to go nowhere and I could have just gone home and read a comic book or something, I said, "Maybe I will have to eat that ass, man." He looked up at me with disbelief in his eyes, like I had either offered him a million free dollars or had offered to fart on his grandma; I could not tell which. I decided to go with the million dollars interpretation and peeled his clothes off and told him to bend over the bed. He did as he was told, and while I eventually knew he was truly happy to be receiving such attention, it's amazing how you can tell just from how someone moves his body, in such a simple way as bending over, how comfortable he is in that body. This guy was not comfortable. He had an ass that would make Attila the Hun weep tender tears, but did not seem to know it or how to use it, didn't know how to open his legs juuuuust so, how to hold his back, how to present it to an appreciative top. He looked like I was about to examine his prostate. Which, I suppose, I tried mightily to do, with my tongue. The ass had my dick hard and oozing in seconds. It enveloped my face in its generous, celestial curves. It was smooth as could be but hid a rough, fuzzy taint and the biggest, hairiest, lowest-hanging balls I've seen this century, like ripe plums in a gunnysack. His thighs were rather hairless and swelled with powerful muscles. I lapped away happily at him from his extremely tense position bent over but standing like that, and then when my dick was hard as steel and I knew this was all I was going to get, I directed him to get on the bed and hike his ass in my face. He did as told and I leaned in for serious ass eating. He definitely enjoyed it, moaning especially loud when I ran my hands along the sides of his body with my face firmly pressed in his crack and his huge fat nuts both stuffed in my mouth. His dick was small, oddly shaped, and down-pointing, but it had a nice head on it and I was happy to suck that a bit, too. I actually give pretty decent head. You'd think he would learn. But no. I hopped up on the bed, presently my now impressively tumescent member to him, and he grabbed it greedily and stuffed it back in his mouth, but again all he seemed able to manage was the very very head of it; again with the hand-condom. This was useless. I had to get back to the ass. So I went back to the ass. I heaped it with croaking praise between bouts of loud, lusty licks and sucks and bites-- he really liked having the rounds of his buttocks chewed a little, and I love it when they love that. I didn't want him to get tired of it. I wanted to eat and eat and eat. But then there it was. "You want to cum on my ass?" I think he was ready for it to be done. Again, I'm amazed at how little satisfaction some dudes need in their sex life. I'd been at it maybe 12 minutes. A few times I flipped him on his back and humped his doughy but also muscular body; the first time he said, "Oh wow," and made meaningless flailing motions with his hands around my back, hitching his legs to mine. I can't imagine what his sex life is like. But the tryst was not really progressing in any way I could appreciate, and now he was asking for my cum. It may have been a way for him to avoid me running him through with my bare cock, as well. Several times I left my spot on the floor to kneel behind him and slide the slippery head of my choad up and down between those cheeks, lingering with a delicately insistent pleasure at his hole, a few times even fucking in and out between the meaty globes and juuuuuust barely penetrating him. Maybe he had my number. Or maybe he just needs 12 minutes of the best ass eating I can deliver to be happy. Whatever. I propped myself up and said "You want me to cum?" and he nodded and I popped instantly. We were face to face at this point-- I didn't have time to flip him back over-- so I didn't give him the ass-glazing he asked for. Instead I gave him three long jets of genetic goo stretching along the length of his fish-belly white body, one off to the right, one straight up along the line of his navel, and one arcing off to the left. The rest puddled in short jagged streaks around in his pubes. "That's hot," he said, like Paris Hilton's little brother. He gazed at my handiwork and my body a bit while I gasped and finished stroking the pleasure out of my tool. I looked at his face; he was smiling at least, and I patted my clean hand along side the left of his face and said, "Not bad eh?" and he said "No! Nice!" I told him I needed to clean up-- I'd gotten rather sweaty just from the excitement of eating him out, and needed to clean up a bit. We chatted idly about plans for the evening and so on but he was extremely awkward. It never has to be this way. But so often is. He thanked me for coming by and I called out goodbyes as I went out the door and hopped down all those stairs. I'd been there barely 15 minutes, and knew of his existence for barely 30. Could have been better, but I admit it was a pretty awesome snack. Fuck, I love ass. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here Hooked up with Hiro last night for the first time in a few weeks. He said he wanted to get fisted, hadn't had any for a while. Input him oh his knees, hoping to get in a bit deeper. He's as tight as ever, makes it really intense for both of us once I get in him. But I still can't get much beyond my wrist. We played for a couple of hours, mix of fisting and kissing and fucking and some rough play. He really gets off on getting worked over. We had left the cubicle door part open. At one point I looked up to see another guy standing there watching, stroking himself. Eventually he came in and squatted down with us. It was immediately clear it was Hiro he was into. He let me play with his arse hole but pulled back with a smile when I tried to suck his dick. Eventually we decided to carry on with just the two of us. Hiro is not that into threesomes. We played for a bit. I wanted to put a load into him to finish off but couldn't stay hard. I told him to see if any of the other guys were interested in putting a load in him instead. He wasn't too keen but said he'd try. He ended up in another cubicle with the guy from earlier. I waited for nearly an hour while they played. When he came out he had a big smile. He came over, turned round and pushed his arse into my face. Aaahh yes! His hole was oozing spunk. I said I wanted him to sit on my face so I could eat him out. We went back into a cubicle. He said the other guy had bred him twice although he had lost a lot of the first load the second time the guy pushed into him. There was still enough to send me to cumpig heaven as he pushed the load out. I lapped it up then pushed my tongue into him to savor the mix of cum and arse juices. Surprise surprise, my dick was suddenly full of life again. I pushed into him, pulled him back onto me as I fucked him. I unloaded in him within five minutes. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He was less than a mile away from me for a quite a long time - that meant one of two things: he was at a hospital or in a hotel. "Erik" was from the Netherlands, or so said his profile, so he could be an international patient at the hospital or here for business in that hotel. He was bulky but solid, not fat. His profile pic was him in the first stage of throwing a shot-put. I don't know if it was for fun or he did it professionally. I mean, I don't know anyone who does track and field events at the age of 40 for "fun" - but he seemed too old to be making a name in sports. Anyway - some back and forth and he told me about how his dick was dripping. How it was dripping when he saw my profile. But he told of how it drips all the time. I told him I should see him about that to offer advice. I got invited to his hotel room. 6'2", 209, married, in a foreign land and horny Perfect confluence. He let me in immediately - and like I said, the man was solid. Huge chest. thick neck, tree trunk legs. No foreplay was in the plan. I didn't even get to pull down his shorts, he did it immediately. Actually, it was the only thing that he took off. I'm a fan of some clothes, it's a fucking blowjob, I don't need you to get naked. I don't need to get naked. I went to my knees. I will be honest, I was a little worried he might be coming up short. His pics he sent were nice, but the dick in front of me was a wee bit....wee. But I know from experience, not to judge a cock by its flaccid state - I've been wrong more than once on how things grow. While it took a few minutes, things grew. And grew. But not as much length-wise. Sure he made it to 6", but I'm guessing the base of his pud was at least 6" around. I'm not sure I've ever swallowed anything so thick - and I've had a cock or two in my mouth. I worked that man's prick over for a good 30 minutes. You know when you get to that point (if you're a cocksucker) where the spit just drip out of your mouth, off your lips, onto your shirt or floor? You tops may have looked down to see this. That is a sign of a true cocksucker. Not worrying about anything but taking care of the cock, keeping it wet, keeping it happy. It is just that crossover to pigdom status. Overall the man was quiet, but I would always get a nice fucking moan when I was all the way to his blonde pubes and would use my tongue simultaneously on the underside of the shaft. That drove him wild and you could feel him tense up, in upper body and in his loins. I tried not to overdo that so as to make it a special moment that didn't wear itself out. Now and again, his hands would go to my head - those fucking big man-hands. If they know how to grip a shot put, they can certainly grasp a cocksuckers skull. It was a slow but deliberate feed. For the second time in as many weeks, I was feeling the pressure to gag. Unlike that last guy, Erik I don't think was trying to gag me, but this was like having a red bull can shoved into your throat.....I'm assuming. He let go and told me to scoot back with my head against the bureau.....or whatever he tried to call it as he translated his version to English. Now here I was pinned between his massive thighs and the furniture. ...and then there were those hands again. I was his. He knew it. I knew it. There was no getting away - not that I was planning on it. The man was tough but fair. He'd fuck my face, gag me, but then slow down and then start the cycle all over again. This went on for a little while, his wireless speakers giving enough noise playing music that anyone walking down the hall wouldn't really hear the steady thump of his thighs to my face or my head to the cabinet. Like I cared. He did announce he had been holding off cumming for a while. I told him if he wanted to hold off, that was good. If he wanted to cum, that was good. I was there as a U.S. cocksucking ambassador - it was totally his call. He opted to ejaculate. At this point he pulled out of my mouth, as I knew he would. As we chatted before I got the invite, he asked me where I liked a guy to cum - and I told him, in my mouth so I could swallow it. He liked giving facials. I told him it was totally his call - he was the top. He then said he'd like to see it dripping on my tongue and on my chin. In a way it was a compromise - and this folks is how international relationships are built. But he wanted to control his orgasm and direction, which meant I couldn't just finish him off with my mouth and him aim at the last second. So I knew he would pull out. And he did. With about 15 seconds of stroking, he hit my mouth, then my cheek and then my chin, mouth, chin and chest. It was a big load. As I always attempt, I nursed the cock afterward. He had no issue with this - no sensitivity, no post-orgasm guilt. He just looked down and watch me not only clean off his head and shaft, but tenderly put it in my mouth and take care of it orally. He had a slight smirk, albeit a nice one, as I fussed over his peen. It was then I saw the cum on my chest and abs. Erik looked on, kind of in amazement, kind of in pride, as I scooped it up, and ate it, then looked right at him. I wasn't wasting it and he knew it. No worries, I got what was on my cheek too. He thanked me. I thanked him. I stood up, straightened my own dick in my shorts and took the elevators to the lobby, but not before wishing him a safe trip home. I'm a good cocksucking ambassador to the Netherlands! More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here I was across town today leaving a physical therapy appointment when I got a text message from a young friend. He needed a good blowjob on his way to work... Of course, I said that I could do that. Little did I know that he was not only a block away, but about to get on the same bus as me. We saw each other and kept up the dialog online. As we got closer to downtown I told him of a nearby tearoom I knew. He agreed and we arranged to meet in the stall. I was confused and gave him the wrong floor for the bathroom - but we figured it out and I found him. Now this young man and I have tried to hook up for awhile now...in bars, at play parties but never had a chance to finish. His cock is a good 7 inches, sitting on top of two plum sized furry balls. Big ole mushroom head. And an ass to die for - that I have not tasted...yet. As I walked into the stall, his pants were hanging down and I caught a glimpse of that cute little bubble butt since he was wearing a jock under his work pants. I went over to the toilet and got down to business. Now, you all know how silky smooth and hard a young cock can be...and it was ready for a great blowjob, already hard and smelling first morning fresh with a hint of sweat. I was enjoying the feel of his balls in my hand, and his mushroom head filling my mouth when we heard the door open. Not wanting to have our encounter ended abruptly, I pulled my legs up and kept sucking. The guys left, and I got back into position and took his cock back in my mouth....and then the door opened again. We were both chuckling since it was so dead while I was on my way to find him. Oh, well...not to be put off, I just scooted myself into position and kept sucking while we heard the men finishing their business. Finally the guys left, and by this time I could tell that my young friend was not only edging closer, but he really wanted to cum. I took his rock hard cock back into my mouth and started using my tongue, lips and throat as I love to. Well, that put him into overdrive as well, and he took over. Holding my head against his flat stomach, he started to piston skull fuck my face. I just opened, and let him pounded away as I used my tongue on the shaft and head. That did it. He started breathing heavier, and I felt his shaft begin to swell. His nuts pulled up and suddenly my mouth was filling with his cum. And when I say filling, I mean gushing out of his cock slit and pouring onto my tongue. Those young kids can really pack a load in their balls. As the cum pump slowed down, I swallowed what was in my mouth - sweet and thick...HOT. Then I stroked his shaft a few times to be sure I had every last drop. When I looked up, he had a smile on his face along with that "oh, I needed that draining" look in his eyes. Next time we agreed that he needs to shoot on my face so that he can see every ounce of thick white cum. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I slipped my raw bone into the beautifully round, meaty hindquarters of the Little Orange Cub I plowed a few weeks ago. I wanted new meat, of course, but have been pretty busy with work since coming back from San Francisco, and he saw me back in the area on Scruff and was all over me. He *really* likes me. So I decided it was best to go with a sure thing and get off fairly early in the day so I could concentrate for the rest of the afternoon. He works just a couple blocks from me some days. So I invited him over and he gave me his sweet little body for a long, deep, intense, connected fuck! As it turned out my boss called me the instant Little Orange Cub texted me to say he was in the neighborhood and forgot my apartment number. I had a tingly dick all morning in anticipation of getting it nicely serviced by a cute, enthusiastic guy, but his inane questions and inability to process a simple instruction just at the moment I was about to get laid took the wind out of my sails. He was still yammering when the doorman was buzzing me, and I left to let Little Orange Cub in, and had to go back into the office and spell things out for him letter by letter. But not before getting a couple of quick kisses in with Little Orange Cub, who pretty much wins the Best Kisser of 2013 Award. When I finally got my boss to go away, I was feeling rather unsexy. Making out wasn't getting the sexy back, but I feel really comfortable with this guy, so I just got in bed, took off all my clothes, and asked him to slowly lick my nuts for a while. That doesn't really excite me or make me get hard really fast, but I just like the idea of a guy licking my nuts lately. Who knows why these things happen. He licked my nuts for a long while from a crouching position beside me, as I slowly ran a couple of fingers up and down his hairy ass-cleft. And slowly he began to lick my dick and suck the head into his mouth and work it. I directed him between my legs so I could admire his ass, and that was pretty much the ticket-- he's a little chunky from an injury he had that made him gain a lot of weight, but he's losing it nicely and from behind he looks perfect. His ass and extremely meaty thighs would make any top weep with gratitude that God creates such things, and fills them with desired for hairy dick. He wiggled as he felt my shaft stiffen and harden in his mouth. He's a real short little guy, 5'6 or so, perfect for fucking, but has a very wiry, hairy asshole that almost serves as a kind of gatekeeper. I ate him voraciously for a long time, alternating rimming with poking my oozing dickhead against his very tight little hole in an attempt to loosen him up, but when I pushed in at first all the way, he basically scoured my tool with his hair. But he is one of those bottoms who lubricates magically inside as I plow him, and so I was able to successfully deep-dick him with nothing but spit and delight between us. For the first half I mounted him from behind and drilled into him with my body propped up on my extended arms, so I could admire my beautiful fat tool sliding wetly in and out between those incredibly shaped mounds of fuckflesh on his rear. And when I pulled out and continued to eat him and fuck him and eat him and fuck him, he went into orbit. Dudes like that. They do. I flipped him over and fucked him slowly face to face for a long time, just feeling our closeness, kissing those kisses, breathing each other's breath, stroking our faces together. Admirably, his dick was hard as a rock the entire time. After a while the coarse hair was getting to be too much, so I lubed up and slid into him even deeper than before... he was in heaven and so was I. I built up speed as I felt the constant need to squirt huge jets of cum inside him subsided, and was able to plow him more aggressively with every inch of my meat. His face, which had been playful and smiley at first, was now a mask of concentration on the sensation of being impaled and pummeled into the bed. When a bottom is getting seriously fucked, there is no mistaking the look of submission and need on his face. He was getting the shit fucked out of him and he wanted it. "I want you to cum first," he said, as he did last time. I nodded and kept up my exertions, sweating profusely now, dripping all over him and oozing clear precum inside him. And suddenly I had to cum, there was no escaping it, no tricks to play. I had to shoot. I pulled out, aimed in his face, and shot one thick jet right into his mouth, but he kept pushing me closer until his lips closed around my dickhead. And I fired the rest right inside him as he swallowed silently and reverently. And he beat off to the taste of my orgasm and came all over himself. We cuddled a bit in the bed and chatted about nothing until he realized with a start that he had to be at work in 20 minutes. We'd fucked for about an hour, but it seemed like mere minutes. When I was inside him, running him through with all my inches, he'd sighed, "Fits like a glove," luxuriating in one of my in-strokes. And there is nothing like that perfect compatibility between a top and a bottom. We've sent some sexy texts on Scruff this afternoon and I will fuck him many more times, I think, before we're done. I love to spread my seed far and wide... but I love to fit perfectly inside another dude even more. I wonder if he will ever let me shoot my semen inside his body? God, that would be beautiful. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He returned. The gnarly dicked married man. He said he would. He would message me if he could, and said it would be with 2-3 others, and he'd let them all use my mouth. Granted, that is a hot as fuck scenario, on paper, let alone in real life. One hears about these things, but I'm not quite sure how that conversation goes between a married "straight" dad and other men, some straight, some not. I want to hear the intro, see the expressions - is it lust, disbelief, amazement? I want to hear the trash talk about such a person (me) and hope to fuck that there is some. Is that so wrong? As it turns out, the person he brought with him - yes only one this time - was someone I have already sucked off before. I suppose, given my track record and the finite number of men in town, this shouldn't come a a huge surprise - and it really didn't. To me or to the feeder. I wasn't sure (until later) if the Gnarly Dicked Dad (GDD) knew at this point. Both showed up at the exact time, making me think they met somewhere and followed one another. GDD went to use the rest room. Immediately, I started to remove the belt and unbuckle the other married man's pants. By the time GDD returned, I was on my knees, mouthing the mound of black briefs in front of me. GDD looked on - supervising. "Pull his briefs down....all the way down..." I did. with my teeth. "Suck him. Take him all." I did. Without teeth. I did a good job sucking my repeat married man. But I was pulled off, as I was expected to be at some point. When GDD walked back into the room, he never refastened his pants, so his big, fat 8"er was out. "Just the head", I was instructed. It's all I put in my mouth. I did nothing else. It seemed he liked to direct, so I didn't take liberties on what I wanted to do with my lips and tongue - let alone mouth and throat. "That looks good", said the other guy. "Yeah, he's a fucking dirty cocksucker", came the reply. "Suck it". Then there was the hip shove and I was orally impaled on his cock. There was chatter back and forth between the two, but nothing I remember of significance. The married guy sat in a chair and I was told to go back to sucking his dick. I did. I went at it with gusto, as this didn't appear to be, nor told to be, an edging session. After a few minutes, married guy pushed me off as he got too close too soon. I can dig that. I went back to GDD. I worked that big shaft and big head. He had me go to his balls - which are a really nice size. Apparently he likes it nice and light - surprisingly for a such a big butch man, but I respected his wishes and backed off a bit. He fucked my face. I took it. "Oh that's good. That looks good". "Yeah, this cocksucker knows what he's doing"....was the back and forth. I know I've said it before, but I love when guys talk about me like I'm not even there. I feel like such a thing and not a person. This works though. I got pushed off GDD and pushed back onto the married guy. I went to work. This time there was no stopping me....or him. In a matter of minutes he began giving the verbals that he was close. No one told me to stop, so I kept on going. The release was slow but consistent. At first I wasn't even sure he was going to cum, as the flow didn't match his moans. But it came....and came....and came. The slow flood that filled my mouth. "SWALLOW his load". I get that some guys might not, so I get the directive. But while I like to be fucking told this, I don't need to be. I'm going to to swallow the seed. And I did. For good measure - and I always do this too - I stayed on the cock and cleaned it off. I cleaned it longer and more than I should, but that was mostly for show, to both of them. Married guy sat back, catching his breath, and I made a show of swallowing too. GDD sat in the other chair and pointed to his cock. Down I went. Married dude sat and watched, commenting on how big GDD's cock was and how far down on it I was. I made a show of that too. Hey, a guy's gotta sell himself. GDD leaned back in the chair, his head went back too and his eye closed. Lord knows who or what he was thinking of, but most likely it wasn't me. I was told to 'make it wetter' and I did with natural mouth lubrication. It got to the point that there was spit on his shaft, in his pubes and on my beard. It might sound unappealing to some, but it was a wet hot blowjob. There was some talk about my skills during between the two but I paid little mind, though his one comment to the married guy was, "it feels just like my wife's pussy". That made me bone hard. I took it as a compliment, knowing that big cock had been in his wife and produced enough kids to fill that Ford Flex he drove up. "Tighten up your fucking mouth". I did. I tried. But after 30 minutes of sucking or so and on two nice dicks, the elasticity in the lips has given out some. I sucked more and more. I got my face fucked more and more by a man sitting in a chair pushing my head onto his penis. I could hear the guy behind start to dress while still remaining seated. But he watched and ooh'd and ahhh'd . The GDD stood up and pushed me over. "Get on your fucking back". I did. He decided to finish off the last 20 seconds with his hand - maybe to control his orgasm better, or maybe because I wasn't doing a good enough job. Fuck, I hope it was the former. "Please come in my mouth". I really didn't want it to go over my chest or the carpet. He was a good 18-24" away from me and with pretty good aim, squirted 3-4 strong shots directly into my awaiting mouth. The next 2-4 went on my lips and in my beard. "OHHHHH my god" said the married dude. "That is awesome". More cum came from the dick. But married dude stayed until that and excused himself and fled. GDD looked down on me with disdain. I like that. As he exited the room to straighten up, I grabbed my phone and took a few pics. If that much went on the face, more went in my mouth. Well ALL of it eventually went in my mouth. GDD came back to see me licking it clean, "I assumed you would" was his comment to me as he watched. "So, you've sucked that guy before. With as many as you do - do you even remember him?". I remember almost all my feeders, but why tell him that. It was a statement to humiliate me and I let him have it. He left me there telling me he'd be back again, this time with 2-3 guys, if I behaved. The married guy contacted me later almost apologizing for GDD - thinking he was rude and arrogant to me. I didn't know how to tell married guy that I got off on that - assuming it might freak him out a little, since he was not pleased with GDD's behavior. So until next time......and I am hoping there is a next time. ....and 2-3 additional guys. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight is the last day in San Francisco with my nephew; we fly out separately tomorrow. He had a great time and was open to everything, which was very gratifying for me. We went up and down the coast a bit and saw a lot of giant trees, giant rocks, and waves, and climbed a lot of hills and drank a lot of coffee in the city. Today he was a little on the mellow side, wanting to just hang out some in the insane hipster Mission apartment I booked on AirBnB, which is full of taxidermy and skulls and terrariums and so on, but also features a rather preciously curated vinyl record collection (Richard Hell! Wanda Jackson! Flying Lizards! Stevie Nicks! Martha and the Muffins!). My nephew just wanted to hang out in the apartment most of the day listening to the records and staring at the taxidermy and fantasizing about just living in a city like this, so I went off to look at some stores that would bore him out of his mind. And also, to ejaculate in a dude, if I could find one willing to host me in the middle of the day. As I've mentioned, I've never been too lucky in San Francisco, and the requirement to travel in the middle of a work day made it seem impossible. I was carrying a full week's load after my twofer on my first night here. I just wanted someone to suck it outta me. But I got more than I bargained for. I had no fewer than 33 messages waiting for me on BBRTS, which I guess I left myself logged into on Tuesday. That site is definitely more popular here than in NYC. And there were quite a few dudes on various apps who claimed to be interested. I did my best to prime the pump in the morning, before heading out on my own, but the most promising guy, from Growlr, had gone in to work for an hour or so, he said. He was extremely handsome, quite built though not like bodybuilder perfect, and very interested in getting me off. I wandered around the Mission for an hour, waiting to hear that he was on his way back home, but didn't hear anything. When I finally asked if he was close to being done, he was vague and so I decided he was stringing me along. But not before he'd sent me a bunch of dirty messages, and beautiful ass and thick-meat cock shots to make my balls even bluer than they already were. So I was frantically cycling through all the sites on a bus to Hayes Valley, hoping to fill the void this dude left. I had a pastry and some coffee and strolled in and out of the stores, and by the time I'd gone up and down Hayes St, and only had about 90 minutes left before I promised my nephew I'd be back to have dinner with him, two guys were suddenly interested. One was a 5'5 latin meatball, extremely muscular but nicely proportioned, with a very cute, round but manly face. He wanted me to fuck my load into his sweet little body. The other was a big hairy guy who was enthralled by the size of my ejaculate and wanted to service me. The latin guy seemed the most appealing, so I sent him my number and asked for his address. I told the hairy dude that I thought I was making plans but to send me his number in case Little Albondiga was going to play me. Hairy dude said he'd rather I looked for him there on BBRTS. That didn't sound promising. Most guys who are serious will send you their number. So all the chips seemed to be on Little Albondiga. Who said he'd text me the address right away and would be ready for me in a half an hour. So I waited. And waited. And waited. I went in a few more stores and stood on the sidewalk, staring at my phone, whose battery was suddenly quite low. Then I got a phone call which turned out to be from the rental car company I'd just returned the car to. I shouted the lady off the phone and cursed under my breath. Albondiga was playing me. So I wrote the hairy dude and gave HIM my number, and asked for HIS address. I figured, whoever texts me first gets my cum. And I waited. And suddenly, Albondiga texts his address! And immediately thereafter, the hairy dude texts HIS! My battery is about to die, I have barely more than an hour to get to one of them, pump my load into them, and get back to my nephew. I want Albondiga BAD. But I think, I'm so full of cum, I can't fuck him right anyway. And I look up directions; Albondiga is a bit further from where we're staying than the hairy dude. So I decide to go with hairy dude. I apologize to Albondiga, saying it took a while for him to reply and I didn't think I'd hear back. I realized at that point that "a while" was like MAYBE five minutes. But when your nuts are roiling, your phone is dying, your nephew is starving, and Enterprise is maybe calling to tell you something weird about your recent rental, time has a way of dilating. Luckily, Albondiga was cool about it, saying his mom had called him suddenly, and that he'd still want to fuck with me whenever I was game. So I went to hairy dude's place, which was a short walk from where we're staying, so it would be easy to get home after I'd finally unburdened myself of my load. He opened the door in just a pair of jeans. He had a fantastic muscular body, and RIDICULOUSLY oversized fleshy nipples on his wiry, hairy chest, looking like big thumbs sticking out of his pecs. He smiled broadly at me, even though I didn't feel very cute today. I took one look at his chest and said, "Whoa, let me feel these," and went right for the nips. His body jolted and he sighed. "You like that then?" I asked, and he nodded helplessly. "Verrrry nice," I said, as I stroked them in my fingers. I've milked a cow before, and these were cow-milkin tits, for sure. His eyes were pale blue; the hair on his head was short but rather wiry; and he had very rough five o'clock shadow. He looked like a grown up, more Jewish, and more sleazy Greg Brady. He wanted me to kiss him and we kissed, but he was one of those guys who, despite having perfectly serviceable lips, kisses rather rigidly, with simple open-close motions of his mouth, making me feel a little like I was having sex with the creature from the Captain Beefheart album cover. Frustrating. He was all about his nips, which he wanted abused. He occasionally made beautiful tongue swipes at my dickhead, just how I like, but would then instantly stop and instead do something else that didn't feel as good. Whenever he hit the spot right, I would make histrionic, exaggerated pleasure noises, hoping he'd get the picture, but he had a rather scattershot head-giving strategy and totally ignored my cues. But he got the job done. I humped him and that felt awesome and he said something brilliant like, "You're humping me!" and then I fucked his face and he said "mmmmmph you're fucking my face" and I ejaculated copiously down his throat and he said "grglgrglgrgl ahhhhhh!" I lay beside him after my dick finished squirting out its jets of goo, and panted a bit. He wanted more nip punishment-- I was never clear on exactly what he wanted, so I guess I was no better at pleasuring him than he was at me, but eventually I did something to him and he tensed up beside me and forced out two very viscous wads of splooge into his thick black body hair. He praised me for the size of my ejaculate, buried his head in my lap, inhaled luxuriantly at my pubic hair, and begged me to come back and give him more in between bouts of slurping down my still-thich tool. I told him I was just visiting from Brooklyn, and we ended up talking for over a half a hour about the differences between San Francisco and New York City, where he lived for 16 years in the 80s and 90s. It was a fun, lively conversation; whatever nipplemonster had possessed his body for the preceding 30 minutes or so left to inhabit some other body and he was completely normal and articulate. I liked talking to him and had to pry myself away so I wouldn't be too late for dinner. My nephew was pretty pissy at dinner, for some reason-- he's a moody teenager and could not explain the mood-- and I found it rather trying and disappointing here at the end of the visit. I thought forlornly of the really handsome guy in the afternoon who also let me down, who I imagined having sex with languidly all afternoon and flooding with beautiful, gushing, grateful semen. I was getting cranky, too. But the nephew perked up as we lingered at the table on the sidewalk, me drinking a big girly glass of Moscato and him staring surly at the passing crowds, and suddenly a big brass jazz band with a hooting tuba and farting trombone rounded the corner, parked itself directly across the street from us, and began playing "You Gotta Believe In Something, Why Not Believe In Me." It was hilarious and they were very entertaining, if not technically brilliant, and stood there on that corner for about 15 minutes, playing various jazzy versions of fun tunes. Then then disappeared up the street to play elsewhere. We walked around the neighborhood some chatting in the cool night air, the spell broken. I was really enjoying the night. At dinner I had thought about how Greg Brady had not really satisfied me, and well, I fucked two guys last week, I could do it again tonight! But I didn't want to just ditch my nephew again after he'd cheered up. It was getting later and later but the bars and restaurants were still festive and there were still people on the streets. But then my nephew declared that he was tired and would go to bed early. I asked if he cared if I went out for a while on my own again. He didn't care. So I texted Albondiga, and also a beautiful stacked dude on Growlr who inexplicably wanted me to cum in him. I figured, let's try this again-- whoever gives me their address first gets the second fuck! Beautiful Stacked didn't get back to me at all. Albondiga replied instantly, saying he was just on his way home and would be there in 10 minutes. He didn't care how late it was. I made sure my nephew was ready for bed, then ran over. Albondiga lived in an awesome huge apartment just up from the Castro. He was even cuter in person than in his pictures. He had left the front door open and was naked in his room, fussing about with candles and lighting and music as I entered. I love a nice sensual scene for fucking. I pulled him into my arms and ran my hands over his very smooth body, which only had bristles of hair here and there, on his chest, on his calves, on his forearms. He kissed beautifully. His face was rough with scruff-- a very nice contrast to that body that felt like butter. His lips were extremely seductive and liquid. But he, too, gave frustratingly inconsistent head. But he too was happy burying his face in my pubes, wiggling his ass in the air, and pawing at my hairy belly. I submitted to this a while, enjoying the view of his taut, shapely body from this position, then I ate his ass to get really hard. Licking his balls or his thighs made him flinch, as if he were ticklish. But I found the magic combination-- pulling his dick down, and doing a circuit from sucking it to licking and sucking down the balls to flicking at the taint to poking my tongue in his hole to biting his thigh and back to the dick. That turned up the heat in the room considerably, and made my poor tired overworked dick get hard as a rock while he moaned with pleasure and quit flinching. I flipped him on his back and made out with him but he was already hiking his legs back, slicking up my dickhead with his hand, and guiding it to his innards. So I complied, stuck it in him, and fucked away. He was slick and warm and lovely inside. He stuck his feet in my mouth rather aggressively as I sawed away at him. I decided, he is so cute, and so beautifully built, and so wonderfully slippery inside, I'll go with this-- I sucked his toes and licked his instep and bit his heel, and he moaned and I thought I saw all his chakras open to me or something. Now we were really fucking. I whaled away at his meaty bottom body and his asshole pulsed intensely all around my meat, and though I could have fucked him for an hour, it felt so good, I couldn't last in that vortex of pleasure very long. Just like last week, I found that the sensation of being close to cumming the second time around was electric and soul-shaking. I told him not to make me cum fast, to let me fuck him more, and he relaxed for a bit, but then was back at it, and I pounded my dick into him while it spurted out my manly essence. He stared devilishly into my eyes while I unloaded, and kept milking away at me, guiding my head to his nipple with his hands and squeezing my dick inside with unseen muscles. I think the succubus inside Greg Brady had made it down the hill to Albondiga at this point-- I flicked at his nip with my tongue and lips while he clamped hard around my dickhead, sucking it into him over and over, not letting it go soft, and moaning about how good I was making his nips feel. I grappled his hard round shoulders and laid my hand alongside his face while I chewed away at his nip and felt him having his way with my rubbery dick in this most amusing way. Finally he said, "I'm not going to cum, but I want to keep playing with you." So we lay down together and wrapped ourselves around each other and kissed and touched and listened to the silence and watched the candles flicker. After a while he too asked if I would come fuck him again, and I told him I was leaving town. He was more playful than Greg Brady, and eventually, as I stroked his body all over, asked me if I lived with my boyfriend in Brooklyn. He was disappointed when I said yes; there are so many men out there starved for affection and I think he is one of them. We joked around gently and let the silence envelop us a little more, and I felt like I could fall asleep with him in my arms. But after a while he jokingly kicked me out. We chatted a little about nothing while I took a little sponge bath, and I walked back to the apartment for about 20 minutes or so in the eerie, silent, empty streets. Just before Mission Dolores Park a straight couple curled into each other under a street lamp, making out and looking into each other's face. In an alley a homeless person ambled away in the distance, laughing suddenly about nothing. The air was very cool and still. I'm going to sleep well tonight in the room with the ouija board and the bleached steer skull and the 48-star American flag. I don't think I have it in me to fuck again tomorrow, though it's possible-- I don't fly out till 4. But suddenly San Francisco has turned into Sextown for me. Albondiga did not buy that I am "not San Francisco's flavor," when I'd put it to him that way. "Oh yes you are," he said, pointing out that they love "bears" (I hate being absorbed into that borg) and there are never enough tops. I'm definitely popular this go-round, though Albondiga was the only really cute guy I bagged this time. I've cum in four guys in a week here. Not bad at all. I've spread enough seed in California. Time to go back home. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here As I am sitting here typing this for you, I can feel the cum slowly drying on near my right lip and the aroma of fresh cum is strong in my nose... Awhile back I met up with a young guy near my apartment. I blew him and told him that we could repeat anytime...so today he hit me up and needed to cum. I grabbed my video camera and headed over! His profile only had a face pic, but then he sent me a cock shot. Uncut with the foreskin that just covers the head while leaving room for the slit to peak out...just the way I like it. After our first encounter he mentioned that he wanted to have a video, and I was just as hot to get it. He asked if I had poppers and I said yes, and grabbed them as I ran out the door. Once I arrived we headed for the bedroom, I handed him the poppers and camera and whipped my hat around to get on my knees. He was semi firm, but within seconds he was fully hard and raring to go. This young guy's cock is the perfect length and width to slide down a willing throat...slight curve down and a pair of balls you can just rest in your hand. I started out tasting the foreskin and savoring that fresh musky smell an uncut dick has - you know, that sweaty and sweet taste. After that first nibble, I had to swallow and get it all. Once his shaft was down my gullet, I could taste and smell his crotch right there in my face - damn it was delicious. Just like a young athlete smells when he has worked out and left some sweat right at the balls. Well, that got the ball rolling and we both went to town. I was doing my best to get every inch, which can be tough - he swells thicker each time he gets past my tonsils. Using my hand to work the shaft and stroke his balls, I was edging him along - and then he decided to take control. Placing his hand on my head, he shoved that uncut meat down my throat and was not letting me up until his balls were ready to go in my open mouth - HOT! That did push my gag reflex, and that pushed his buttons! He swelled up harder and thicker with each thrust down my throat. As I came up for a quick breath, his throat spit slimed cock was glistening in front of me, and damn if I did not have to dive right back down on it! Deep throat, and let him skull fuck me again, followed by some shaft stroking. Repeat. And repeat...and holy shit he was a rock hard cock oozing precum. I paused for a moment and he reached down to stroke his shaft... His balls had churned and the cum began to blow. The first two shot landed on my tongue, and the next went up over my lips and landed by my nose - and oh that was cum pig heaven. Tasting it on my tongue, and smelling it on my upper lip...double intensity! He squeezed out a couple more drops and I let them rest on my tongue just long enough to hit the taste buds, then swallowed. As I stood up we were both smiling and he asked if I wanted a tissue to clean up...nope. I just licked what I could reach with my tongue and headed home. Along the way I was still tasting and smelling his hot young spunk, and savoring it every with every step. Now off to the local bars and see what trouble I can find with his load drying in my stache... More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here I happened upon a dvd called 'Men for Sale' (Breaking Glass productions) which turned out to be about a batch of dopers in Montreal resorting to gay prostitution to pay for their drug habits. They were all morally ambiguous, slovenly, unkempt street types in their 20's and desperately in need of dental care, and they were all straight...except for one. This one hustler was a bit older and more experienced, and actually had a goal, a plan for living. He looked familiar when interviewed, a guy in his 40's, who had retained all his hair and showed early signs of middle age, but still attractive and with a clarity in his eyes that suggested he had practiced some restraint in his vices. It was none other than Danny Brown, a real porn star of dozens of videos from the late 80's to the present, notably in work for Jean Daniel Cadinot, Grapik Art Productions and Falcon Studios. Danny Brown did a couple of videos for Cadinot, including 'Hand in the Fire' where he traveled the wilds of Morocco (or maybe Algeria) getting fucked by Arabs all along the way. He had a run at Falcon Studios during their Golden Age, performing in 'Deep: In Hot Water,' 'Do It for Daddy' and in the Rex Chandler vehicle, 'Made for You,' one of the best porn videos of all time. Needless to say, these appearances occurred in the pre-Condom era, but Danny Brown has worked steadily to the present for dozens of minor studios and not so minor ones like Stallions Studios where he was featured prominently in the Hunk Hunt series. He also found a place for himself in the niche of fetish, toys and bondage and worked for Grapik Arts in the Tom Ropes McGurk videos. As far as I know, these are not available on dvd, but you can find VHS versions in specialty shops like The Magazine or Autoerotica, both in San Francisco. My understanding from 'Men for Sale' is that Danny Brown has found some success working this fetish niche in Montreal, although his clientele can be unseemly, such as the one he refers to as 'My Sicko.' So what's Danny Brown's plan? Well, according to his 'Men for Sale' interview, he wants to return to California...to San Francisco this time, not Los Angeles...shape himself up to his new specifications with include some gymn time, some facial hair, generally a physical re-invention, and work the fetish market for a better class of client. Should there be any potential benefactor out there who is reading this, you can reach Danny Brown directly at dannybrownxxxstar@yahoo.com and help this talent get back to San Francisco where he belongs. More...

Click here to see original blog post on Diary of a Cumslut... I've been sucking loads out of strange men's cocks all night long. I've got another cumming over right now. I love standing on the street corner like a prostitute, late at night, waiting for men to pick me up, drive me around the corner and let me suck and drain their loads. I'm the neighborhood whore. It's funny, I've sucked hundreds of strange men in a variety of public places but my heart still pounds like it's my first cock every time a car pulls up. I never know who's going to be behind the wheel and honestly, most of the time I get in the car I never look at the guy's face. I'm there for cock. I just sucked my 6th stranger cock. I'm tired and going to bed. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I like to think of myself as an accomplished cocksucker. It's fair to say I've had a really really large sampling size when it comes to shaft-in-mouth scenarios. And while I'd never go on record to boast that I'm super great cocksucker (that's for the feeder to always decide), I have a skill set that seems to do the job for most guys. Over the years....or decades....one of those skills is how to take a cock in my mouth, and into my throat, without gagging. The guy was on-line before breakfast and about a half mile away. Walkable, considering I wasn't at home and had no car. He was in a resort with friends across the hall - I'd have to be quiet coming down the hall and into his room. The door would be ajar. 5'9", 160, 7" curved upward slightly. The curved part would be important. All he wanted was to be sucked. Good thing - all I wanted was to suck. I found the place and got to his door - it was opened maybe 2". I pushed through and there he stood - naked, like his picture. There was no foreplay, no word exchange. I was down on my knees and putting his cock in my mouth. I knew there'd be little to no noise, since his friends could be coming by to snag him for breakfast at any time, though we never left the common area - leaving us closest to the hallway door and more potential to be heard. Not that I cared, I didn't have to live with these folks after the fact. While it was never discussed, it turns out he is a forceful feeder. Not that I mind. Usually, even guys who say they're forceful let the sucker take over and do his job. Not this guy. Hands went to my head and it seemed his one goal was to get me to gag. Again, not that it was said, but a few minutes into the blowjob, it became clear, and something he confirmed after we were all done. He wanted to gag. With the curve, how he shoved that shaft into my mouth, then into my throat made it easier to do than I had anticipated. I gagged. I hate gagging. I totally get that feeders like to feel powerful and that they have great dicks and / or loads to make a cocksucker choke on their prick. But to me, I feel like a cocksucking failure if I don't take in every inch with relative ease. I know - it's illogical, but it is the way I feel. However, this guy was getting off on it. Clearly. The more I gagged, the harder he held my head, the harder he fucked my face, the more powerful the thrust into my throat. And the harder his cock became. We moved from me being on my knees to him laying back on the couch and me kneeling beside it taking his dick back into my gullet, literally going down on him. As it turns out, while it seemed at first easier for me to swallow flesh, it also became easier for him to choke me with that rod. He wins. But something told me he picked that position on purpose. As much as I might have sucked dick all my life, he's probably gotten his serviced. For another 7-8 minutes I stayed down there, taking his dick to the root. Taking his shaft in my throat. Feeling those ever present hands on my head, guiding me, but more like TELLING me how I was going to please him, how I was going to get him off. Not getting his release wasn't an option - for either of us. Soon enough, his entire body just stiffened. He throbbed. Most of his seed went right down my throat; most of it never tasted. I did get a few of the remaining drops as I pulled back and they dripped onto the roof of my mouth and down onto my tongue, before joining their brothers in my belly. The cum was bitter. I didn't care. I got what I wanted. He got what he needed - release and the ability to remain in control. I snuck down the back steps and he deleted his Scruff profile before I made it back to where I was staying. More...

Click here to see original blog post on Diary of a Cumslut... As I laid in my living room, naked, face down ass up, blindfolded, waiting for stranger #6 to come into my house, bareback my ass, cum in me, and leave me there, dripping loads like a piece of fuck meat, I wondered to myself.... What happened? How did I become a cumdump? I went from a "straight" boy from a conservative, Republican household, to a no-load-refused fag that posts his address online and waits blindfolded for strangers to breed him. It didn't happen overnight, it was definitely a slow progression. Early Years - When I was very young I discovered it felt good to put things into my asshole. - When I was a teenager I had an older guy come over and fuck me on my parent's bed. I loved the feeling so much of my ass filled up and the warmth of the man's cock as he slid into me. I noticed the way he touched me and groaned as he fucked my young hole. It turned me on so much to know I was making him feel so good. I remember asking him during and after if I was "doing it right". I wanted so much to please him and to make him feel as good as he was making my ass feel. I felt like he was doing me a favor by fucking me. - A few years later I met a pervy daddy. He would arrange for men to come over and fuck me. He would constantly tell me that I was gay, not bi-, and to just give in to my desires. He was old and I loved servicing him and his friends. I felt a sense of accomplishment whenever I made him or his friends cum. Like I was a good boy. He constantly would encourage me to take raw dick but I was scared. - Bathhouses I started going to bathhouses when I was 18. i distinctly remember being naked in a gloryhole booth, servicing a big cock with disco blasting through the speakers and at that moment I said to myself, "I'm a fag and love cock". I continued going to bathhouses for many years. I'd get a room and lie face down ass up and let men fuck me. I guess that's where I fell in love with anon pump and dumps. - Gloryholes I started going to gloryholes when I was 16rs. Sometimes I would go 5x's a week. I was hooked and nothing was and is hotter to me. Often guys would bring me home and fuck me. Many times I left with multiple men and they all fucked me. I loved the idea that I could service so many cocks in a day and they were all anonymous. It was almost like a job. I treated the cocks as clients and always did my best to milk their loads. I'd come home from sucking cocks all night long, walk past my parents in the living room, and go into my room and fuck myself with a dildo all night long. - Online I was constantly cruising for cocks online and got fucked by tons of men and had many regulars that would have me over. I loved getting naked with old men ad pleasing them. I started a website and began trying to keep track of all the cocks I was servicing. - Public Restrooms I spent every lunch break sucking cocks in a busy downtown public restroom. I swallowed my very first load here and my addiction to cun started on that day. I remember it like it was yesterday. His cock was in my mouth and he started cumming. Instead of pulling away I said tro myself, "swallow it", and I did. And I loved it! - Raw cock on cam I met a dude in Vegas at a bookstore and we took a cab back to his hotel. He loaded his laptop and turned on his cam and proceeded to fuck me, bare, on camera. The idea that men were watching me really turned me on. - First Load Up Ass I specifically sought out a NEG bareback top that would give me a load. I went to his house and he had hardcore BB porn playing. I sucked him then he fucked my ass and asked "where do you want the load?", "In my ass!" i begged. He filled me up and I pushed it out onto my hand and ate it. It was the first bare load I ever took. I didn't take any loads for many years after that but I thought about it every time I jerked off. My 20's I basically continued sucking and getting fucked, but always safe, but almost always anon. - Website I actively maintained my website and loved getting mail from horny men who enjoyed reading about my slutty adventures. - Cars I did a lot of cruising and sucked a lot of dick in cars. I had a spot around the corner from my house where I'd blow countless men over the years. - Black Cock I got really into black cock. i LOVE big, fat black dicks. For awhile I tried to go black only but realized I loved cock too much and needed cock way more frequently than I could get from just black guys. - Photos and Video I got really into being photographed and video taped. I loved showing off for the camera and absolutely loved watching myself in action. Laye 20's to Now - First Anon Gloryhole Load I'll never forget my first load. I planned it all day, douched my hole, lubed up and went to the gloryholes on a mission. Read all about it here. This is the day I went from a closeted bi- guy to a real cumdump whore. I remember when he came inside me I immediately started cumming uncontrollably. - First Anon Black Load I took my first black load through the gloryhole and I fell in love. From that point on I told myself I was always going to offer my raw ass to black men. From that point on, wherever I was, if I encountered a black cock, I'd bend over for it. - Porn Theaters I fell in love with the porn theater. I got fucked by so many men in that dirty, sleazy theater as horny men watched, encouraged, and waited their turn. The idea that I could get naked in a public place and horny men would fuck and seed my ass while people watched was a huge turn on. I love going to the dark theater and pleasing men. Read about my first time here. I eventually started bending over the couch in the back and taking on all cummers without ever turning around. - My First Anon Pump 'n Dump Since I already took anonymous loads at the gloryhole I figured the next step was to post my address online and have men come over and breed my ass. Read about my first Pump 'n Dump here. There's someting about waiting, face down ass up for a stranger who you have never met or even seen to enter your house and fuck your ass without a condom. It's a rush. Hearing the door creek open, the footsteps, and the belt unbuckle is almost addicting. You never know what you're going to get nor do you have any say. When you've invited strange men to your house and they're greeted by your naked asshole filled with sperm, you give up the right to call the shots. - Parks I started heavily cruising parks in search of cock. I eventually started wearing pants with the ass cut out of them so men could have easier access to my hole. These days I go to the park on average once a day, sometimes twice. All the men know me there and I'm known as the boy who lets anyone fuck him. - No Load Refused Today I'm a "no load refused" cumdump whore. I've taken hundreds upon hundreds of loads down my throat and up my butt. I've been fucked by homeless, old guys, trannys, fathers, sons, grandfathers, gays, straights, and bi-'s. I'll fuck anyone and let anyone cum inside me. More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... After being used as cumdumpster for another anonymous guy who has bf but wanted to deposit in the cumdump. More (many of his blog posts have video)...