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Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... and with those words....he walked out of my hotel room...leaving me dazed, panting, and...dripping from my well-fucked boi-pussy. More...

Click here to see Defiant HIV+ Bareback Fucker's original blog post... How are things? They just are... A couple weeks ago I went back to Seattle where my partner and I lived for close to a year and a half while he was being treated for leukemia. I wanted to see if I could return to that city and overcome some of the anxiety I have about the place of his death. Generally the trip was a success although a lot of memories, both good and bad, came to the surface. Can I live there again? Probably. Seattle is much cleaner than here in San Francisco and for some reason I get an awful lot more attention from cute younger guys up there than here. Trouble is, trying to identify how I would live. I am not finding work like what I do here, so who knows how that could work? *** Those hot cute younger guys in Seattle... Hrmmm... While I was there I, of course, had to hit the Steamworks. It was a Saturday night and the monthly Cumunion event was taking place. I went hoping to break my meager record of four loads taken in one night. I did get fucked by like ten different guys (none of them wanted to use condoms and I never saw anyone use one that night) but I only got one load before deciding that I had to cum myself and head back to my hotel (at 5AM). Ten guys! All of them hot! All of them with really nice sized cocks! All of them! The only load I got was on the fuck bench in one of the dark public areas. This one guy came up and wanted me to suck his cock, so I did. After a bit he started playing with my ass which made his cock harden. It did not take him long before he had to get inside of me. He got back behind me and slid right in, as he was the fifth cock I had in my hole that night. He fucked standing like that for a few minutes before getting his feet up off the floor and on the leg benches aside my legs, giving him a better fuck down angle compared with my ass. He took both of his hands and pressed his upper body weight into my upper back and started pounding away at his speed, something I had no control over at all in this position. He did not fuck a long time and was not verbal at all when he came. I just knew because his fucking got erratic and he slowed down with obvious breathing changes that said he was pumping me with his load. He then pulled out, patted my ass as if to say thanks, and I did not see him again. There were three other guys that I came close to getting loads from after him, but they were holding back so they could play longer. One almost ejaculated inside of me before 'coming to his senses'. He even said, "that was close man, but I want to play some more tonight". After the tenth cock and little hope of getting more bottom time or loads, I hunted down a guy that was face down on the public bed, also in the dark areas of the club. He sucked me a bit, I climbed into the bed and got on and fucked non-stop til I blasted inside. Half a dozen guys watched as I performed. After I came I climbed out of the bed and saw as I left another guy (pretty hot to!) get in behind me, almost eager to use my load as his lube. I took note for next time. I must get my ass in this bed face down if I want loads! In fact, it was in this same bed that I set my four load record back in November. All four in the space of 15 minutes! Will I visit Seattle again? You know it! Will I move back there? Good chance! I think I need to give it more time and perhaps get myself on a career path more compatible with the place, but I really like the idea of living there again... More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I got to stick my dick in my ideal kinda bottom-- 5'8, tight little body, beautiful hair pattern on his chest and arms and legs, very manly face with a big nose and full lips and dark eyebrows-- but a little queeny/swishy, which is kinda fun in this package-- buzzed head, heartbreakingly sweet little round ass with very slick, accepting hole. Dudes like this are rarely enough bottoms-- they're almost 90% tops in fact, as best I can tell-- and when they *are* bottoms, they have no interest in me. So when this guy, who lives maybe three blocks away in fact, hit me up and fairly persistently chased me, I felt incredibly lucky! His profile said safe only, but I decided to roll with it; he was very attractive to me and said "I like to serve" and I figured even if he just sucked me off and let me eat his ass and hump his hairy little body into the mattress, I'd be thrilled. But God is perverse. God is a miserable being who giveth and taketh away. In fact he doesn't even giveth; he promiseth, he teaseth, he suggesteth and leadeth to believe. He creates the beauties and fills you with desire for them and doesn't let you have him, and the one he does give you is a GODDAMN LOUSY LAY. He was scrupulous about times, confirmations, and keeping me in the loop-- we talked about hooking up yesterday but he decided we'd have more time today. And that was great, boded well, he wasn't a flake. When he showed up, he seemed a little wary-- who knows, maybe he wasn't that into me in person. He needed to slip away to the bathroom to do some long complicated thing that involved a lot of water but no towel. When he came out he was again awkward and weird. I suggested we go to the bedroom and we did, and we made out a bit and groped each other a bit but he either didn't know how to kiss or wasn't into it or who knows what. So I put out my dick and he sucked it some on his knees but he couldn't get comfy and seemed annoyed that my shorts were around my ankles and I'm like wtf please PLEASE know how to have sex PLEASE CAN WE JUST DO THIS I LOVE YOU. I hopped back in the bed and he scrambled up between my legs and sucked me, trying too hard to deep throat me (despite me clearly indicating I liked what he was doing to my dickhead better), gagging on his inability to do so with my fat tool, and occasionally doing a very weird thing where it seemed like he was scraping the whole length of my bone with all his teeth ON PURPOSE. When he actually was sucking my dick and not doing all these weird oral calisthenics, his mouth felt awesome! But he kept popping me out, licking the tip with little dabs, letting me loll all around in front of his face half-stiff, and then the teeth thing again. Egad. I hopped on top of him and ground into him but he flailed around meaninglessly and flitted his limbs around. He would also grab my body, so at least on some level I realized he had to be enjoying this, but it was really like trying to fuck an alien. At this point he wanted his dumb little bottle of poppers, so I let him have it, and he came back to suck me and I was pretty hard from the contact with his awesome but inept little body. He seemed to enjoy sucking a rock hard dick better, which I suppose I don't begrudge, but again with the teeth. I asked if he liked getting his ass eaten and he said, in a very nonsexual tone of voice, "Sure," as if I'd asked him if we could stop off at the 7-11 for some kitty litter before going to the laundromat. But hey, he said yes. So I flipped him and got my face in that beauty. Things shifted a bit here. He was very fun to rim, despite being much more hairy down there than I like-- the hair was long and abundant but soft, and his hole, as I mentioned, was a liquid center I longed to dive into with my fleshstick. His dick was hard as a hammer and I held it, feeling its smooth shaft and ridged head, while I lapped away at his hindquarters, and he moaned a little, just a little. I suppose that was him giving in to wanton abandon? In any even the sexual chemistry suddenly congealed in the room; I don't know what sexual chemistry is: a vapor, a ray, a subaudible sound, but it's some kind of physical phenomenon that links your body to the body of another in an immediate, objective way. He hiked his ass way up in the air in the universal bottom's semaphore for MORE PLEASE and I really, really had to get my dick in that. I mounted his haunches and aimed my dick at the hole, but just kept sliding the helmet over the sensitive skin there, so he could feel me and my desire, and then would let it slide up under his balls and along his torso so he could imagine how truly lovely it would be to be impaled by all my inches inside. He really began to whimper now. And I took that as a good sign, and so after a few more passes teasing the hole, I clearly aimed right at his guts, and he wiggled back on me and half my dick sank in. I told him it was awesome. He was quiet. I pulled out, so as not to spook him, and ate some more. Beautiful. And then I mounted again and sank in again and he greedily took all my inches, again wiggling back onto me. I thought shit, I can work with this! And I fucked him for two beautiful, lovely, thrilling zinging strokes. And he said, "Wait, do you have a condom?" This in itself is fine; I don't begrudge a bottom not wanting me in him raw or changing his mind about how far he wants to go. I pulled out and said I did, but just wanted to eat his ass some more. And I did, wondering if maybe I could work him into enough of a frenzy to let me plow him skin on skin. Then his phone rang, and he felt compelled to answer it-- I assumed he was working from home like me. He read the text, and came back saying he couldn't stay too long. I said, well, you gotta do what you gotta do. And he looked at my dick, and he beat his own dick a bunch, and I was laying there, like, uh, ok, so, uh, what? And he sat astride me facing away, with his ass on my dick... literally, just sat there. I made appreciative noises about the view, but it was not clear what was going on. Was he gonna ride me raw? Just rub against me till he got off? Just SIT there, mulling over how the eternal problem of how bugs get into sealed light fixtures? So far, it was the latter. So I pushed my dick up against him harder and stroked his ass, his thighs. And then I forcibly pulled his ass up to my face so I could eat it. It was a little contorted, but he seemed appreciative, and let me eat him more from this rather object-like position. And he really liked it, cuz he slicked up my tool with his spit, sat atop in, and let it sink all the way into him. "You're negative, right?" he asked without turning around, with my filthy fat oozing bone buried in him up to the balls. "I tested negative back in February," I croaked, dying to fuck the hell out of him. "And you have a condom?" he asked. I said "Yes... but if you have to leave, maybe it's not worth going down that road." He didn't say anything. "How long do you have?" I asked directly. "Uh... twenty?" he said. OK, I'd fuck him wrapped, I decided, and I ran to the bathroom to blow the dust off the unopened pack of Skyn condoms I bought during the Carter administration. I ate his ass some more while I slicked up my very hard tool with lube, and managed to get the rubber on, and get that slicked up, all without taking my face out of his rear. And then I fucked him from behind, hard. The condom wasn't that bad-- I'd only ever used this brand once before, and they really do transmit sensation pretty well. But wearing any condom while fucking is like wearing shoes that are two sizes too big to run a foot race. It tripped me up. I simultaneously needed a little more sensation and a little harder fuck, and a little slower fuck to keep from popping. It was very frustrating. He was frustrating. This could be going so much better. But I got what I could from it, and when the cum started to rise in my ducts I plowed it into him as hard as I could to just enjoy as much sensation as I could, and he really seemed to like that, probably not realizing I was cumming. I rammed into him all through the orgasm and a little after it was over. God, I love my dick, I love how my dick feels when I'm fucking a dude. As I slowed he asked, "Did you cum?" and I said I had and slowly pulled out; the end of the condom that was full of my emission stretched inside him and then sprang out like some kind of child's toy. He turned to look at it. "Was it a lot of cum?" he asked with a kind of delight and wonder in his voice, but he didn't seem to allow himself to examine closely the blob-filled rubber I was displaying proudly on my palm. And he laid on his back and closed his eyes and began to jerk off. I had no clue what, if anything, he wanted me to do, so I sat there watching and touching his body. He groped around for my dick and held it, running his fingers through the film of slime that my orgasm left around the opening; it was almost too much but I let him do it and endured the screaming sensitive sensation, and his hand slid in my slime and immediately he squirted all over himself. I let him dry off with a dirty t-shirt, which made him laugh for some reason. He needed a shower after this rather lame exertion, so I got him a fresh towel. We talked a bit about working from home as he got dressed. I have no idea if he had a good time or not. I just wanted to ram his hairy little body into the wall and MAKE him have sex with me properly. How incredibly frustrating. I want I want. He trotted away and I closed the door and sat down to write this. I feel kinda good-- I didn't expect to fuck today, and I did, after all, get to feel his milky sweet insides on my naked prick for a little while, and God, I love that. But why can't I have more? I appreciate it so much. It is so little to ask. But the owners of these bodies, they just don't know what to do with them. Why? More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Once upon a time, there was a cocksucker named BikeGuy..... and he wandered into the mystical curious land of craigslist personal ads and got lost in the Woods of Possibility - so he placed one himself. It was written so not to confuse even the dimmest of men. No Strings. No Reciprocation. Completion. While many a mere mortal responded, few were able to actually commit to any type of arrangement. This is a story as old as the hills. One of rare, medium and well done. Or bad, better, best. You get the idea. They are in order, though it possibly breaks the climatic nature of the story. One 5'10", 200lbs, but he says, ruggedly handsome and in shape 7.5" with a mushroom head. I went for it. Silly me. He came as advertised. Has a girlfriend who gives him awesome head and always swallows, which made me wonder why he needed the likes of me. He also claimed this to be his first time with a guy - a charge I never believe. If you're getting great head at home, you don't come to a cocksucker's house in broad daylight for your first time. You just don't. Honestly, I don't think my lips were all the way down his shaft before he started talking about sucking my dick. For a "first timer" he seemed pretty sure of what he wanted and pretty lousy at reading an ad. He'd veer off the subject, but like clockwork, every 45 seconds he'd ask about my dick, wanting to suck it and wanting to feel a load shoot into his mouth. This made it hard for me to concentrate at my task. Not only did I have to pull off any number of times to tell him it wasn't going to happen, but he could never quite get his cock hard. This isn't a surprise. He said it's because of first time nerves, but it's really because he's a cocksucking shit. He jacked off a bit, never getting it hard, but getting it off. It was a very unremarkable load in every fucking way. I couldn't wait to show him the door. He was the porridge that was too cold. He was the bed that was too soft. Two The best of the bunch by far. 46, 5'11", 185, good looking, bi, 7" uncut, shaved head and nuts. When he emailed asking my name, I told him, but also added - "but you can call me 'cocksucker'". I thought that could backfire on me as too aggressive, to demeaning and not his scene. Three minutes later I got an email: "I'll see you in 10". He walked in, filling out the pouch in his designer jeans. I rubbed the front of them and he went for the belt. I pushed his hand away, saying, I would take care of that. I wasn't taking time to feel him up per se, but I undid the belt and buttons and zipper. He had a nice lump in his briefs. Skimpy briefs - something I haven't really seen on a guy in a while. I pulled those down to his thighs too, and then got on my knees. There was no hesitation in his action: his hands, both of them, went right to my head. It was there he held me steady and immediately started to move his hips. I was blowing him, but he was, for the moment, controlling the situation. It was heaven. He'd push his hips forward, all the way in, and hold me. He'd tell me to stay still and keep his cock deep in me. The man didn't know me, so he couldn't be sure I wasn't one of these sucker's who just wanted to play in the mouth and get him off. No, I wanted it exactly the way he was giving it to me. That's the selfish side of me. Mind you, I will take it almost anyway a feeder wants to provide it, but his way, this time, right then, was the best way. That is not to say he didn't let me perform on my own He stood there, than sat down, while I did the heavy lifting and he could kick back and enjoy the warm mouth on his hot cock. And it was a hot cock. Thick. He never mentioned that. Nice amount of skin, but tight, too tight to get easily get my tongue worked between the foreskin and head. Damn. I should have tried when he was softer. Unlike the last guy, he never asked to see, touch or taste my dick. I worked on him, or he used his strong hands and well trained hips to take what he wanted. I was happy to give it. When kneeling in front of him, it was fucking hot to hear: "you look good down there....where you should be." He was in the moment the entire time. He wasn't shy or nervous. He never called me "cocksucker", but I think that email exchange at least told him where my head was and where he could go - and I think that helped in the encounter. The only issue, was the size of his load. It wasn't large and didn't taste like much. At first, I didn't know he was shooting, just a heavy precum and there was no verbal acknowledgement of the ejaculation. But it's all good. His porridge was too hot. His bed was too hard. In the Three Bears world, this is a bad thing. In the cocksucker's works, it is just fucking fine. Three Definitely the most timid of the trio. Paler than pale. 49 (looked way younger), 5'11", 155, short blond hair. Wanted kissing, body contact, 69, massage. I sent a message back what I was only looking for. He acquiesced. He showed up on time. He volunteered he was a CPA and you could totally see that. Starched shirt - literally and figuratively. I thought he'd be way too nervous for anything. It turns out he is married with kids, though he didn't tell me until afterwards. Nothing about him read straight. He seemed a super Type A homo that was so tightly wound that his partner would be driven to the threshold on a daily basis. So what do I know? I know he hasn't had head quite like mine. I'm not bragging. Ok, maybe a little. I have never ever had anyone's legs start to quiver before I made it to the root on my initial oral impale. He was probably more finger-on-the-trigger kind of guy than me being orally excellent, though let's face it, I do have some skills and experience. "Back off.....back off......" That is a scenario we'd play maybe 5-6 times. I could edge him and I could tell by how much his legs shook to how soon I was to get him over the edge. His balls were nice. His dick was nice, though one that - and I hate to say it - had a little bump somewhere on the shaft that no matter how you sucked you couldn't avoid it. It didn't hurt him. It didn't taste bad. It's just a raised mole or something, but it was always noticeable to me, the sucker. He asked when I wanted the load. I was quick to point out, "that's not up to me. I'm here as long as you want to hold off". I think that was the beginning of the end. With the next go-round, there was no "back off.....". So I went for it. And I got it. Or he did. However you want to figure that. It was by far the biggest load of the day. Bigger than the other two combined. Out of character, he wasn't guilty or weird afterwards. With guys like that, I expect them to bolt or start down some weird path, but there wasn't. He emailed me later hoping for more - but wanting those things I already told him 'no' to. I said due to his marital status, I wouldn't be contacting him, but if he needed me, he knew how to get a hold of me. His porridge and bed were just right. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Well, Blogger TOS has changed. And blogs have until the end of the month to remove material and links regarding adult businesses... as I cannot possibly go back 700+ posts and do all of that, I have decided that this will be my final post on this blog. In the future I may choose to continue my adventures on another hosting site, or make a website of my own. I am not sure yet. But my posts became less frequent as I became more involved in my own life. My career, and my relationship. Seriously, blogging about stuff with Jake was so hard for me, because of the strong emotional attachment that I feel, I found myself, not wanting to share it, as hot as being with him is. Some of you have reach out to me over the years, be it just to say hello. To say thanks for the wank. Some of you have become very dear friends to me, and I thank you for that chance, and I marvel at the people that this blog have brought into my life. Some of you have reached out, offering your bodies for my pleasure, and I hope my cum in your ass made you know that I was grateful. But, all things must come to an end, I guess. And this is no different. I also really enjoy the instant gratification of Twitter. That being said, If/when I open a blog again, I will announce it on twitter. Anyway, goodbye, goodnight, goodluck. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today may have been my last assignation with Ultra Meat. Hang your head in remembrance. It's common for guys on hookup sites who want to signal their desire for bareback sex without going so far as to say STICK YOUR DIRTY DICK IN ME WITHOUT A CONDOM by instead saying they are "uninhibited." I never thought much of that word, and never used it myself-- while my profiles are often rather pithy and just omit any "Safe Only" choice, I don't otherwise refer to raw sex in them, but when I hit guys up I almost always lead with a direct question about it. Most profile-speak euphemisms and idioms rather annoy me (let's have PIG PLAY! masc/musc/laid back, go to the front of the line! I won't bite well not right away TEE HEE HEE!). But I think after today "uninhibited" speaks to me a bit more. Ultra Meat loves to fantasize about me "breeding" him (another word I'm not fond of), and often texts me asking to fuck him raw next time and not pull out, yadda yadda. I know he's genuinely uncomfortable with the idea and I don't push it. He's incredibly beautifully built and a very sweet guy so in a way I wish he'd just knock it off and not get me riled up about the idea. But at the same time, I realize, the thing I do love about raw sex IS how uninhibited it is. I pull off my clothes, I pull off yours, I touch you and lick you all over, I stick my dick wherever I want it to go, wherever we like it best, and I cum whenever and wherever I feel like cumming. And you love it and want more because it's perfect for you, too. And that's good sex. He "woofed" me on Scruff and we exchanged a couple of messages there throughout the morning, and when I went to take a leak after one particularly dirty one, I pulled my meat out of my fly and it was thick and swollen and beautiful-looking, and I just wanted to put it in him. I'd just told him I wanted to dick him raw again and he said "when?" and I said, "Maybe after my next check up? You know how I want to fuck you... raw." He said, "But I want it now." And though I knew it was a bluff, my dick looked so nice and thick, it made me want him to suck it right then. So I went back to my phone after I was done and texted him, "Come get me off." It was a busy intense day of work and I didn't have any attention for cruising but suddenly really wanted someone to make me cum. He usually instantly trots over to do my bidding. Uninhibited! Even if it was just a blowjob... instant gratification from a guy built like a god! But today he seemed to dally a bit. Maybe I took him off guard, maybe he is increasingly nervous I'll essentially rape him or something-- the last time we got together he somehow seemed very guarded. I thought well, maybe I missed my opportunity. But my dick was still nice and thick. I texted again, asking, "No good now?" and rather quickly he replied that he'd only just now seen it (not according to iChat!) and needed a shower and would then come over. Fair enough. But then work intervened, and by the time he got there, I was startled to hear the doorman ringing, and my love affair with my own swollen penis was over and my proto-erection had left for the hinterlands. But he was here. So I let him in. He lunged in to kiss me when he got into my apartment; I saw his own meat swinging in his sweatpants like he was not wearing underwear, and his ass swelled out the back to an insane degree. I had to finish an email and take a leak again, so I left him in the bedroom. When I returned, he was naked on the bed, spread out in all his glory, stroking his hard dick. For a while I just straddled him and stroked his muscles, admiring his incredibly physique with my clothes on, enjoying his nudity under neath my fully clothed body. But he was tugging off my shirt and grabbing at my dick. So I took everything off and dangled my meat into his gaping mouth, and he sucked me beautifully. And we tussled a bit and I ate his huge, round ass out, and probed his hole with my tongue, which made him flinch and jerk. He had clearly just showered; what was the big deal? And when he was again on his back, and my dick was fully rigid in one had, I stroked his ass with the other and told him how much I wanted to fuck him as I worked the forefinger of the other slowly, slowly into his hole, lubricated with his own freely-flowing precum. I told him he was beautiful and I wanted every inch of my dick in him. And he told me he wanted me to breed him. And my finger went in him past the second knuckle, and again the flinching, the jerking, the pushing me away. Something inside me really clicked. He's very conflicted, he doesn't want to go too far, doesn't want me to do things to him to make his desire get away from him. I understand. But the roadblocks have somehow hardened my heart a bit. It is undoubtedly frustrating for both of us. Sliding my dick in his precum which spread all over his belly, feeling it slide along the length of his dick, with his limbs clamped around me, the old pleasures were there. But it wasn't enough for me. I reared up and clambered up to his head and stuck my prong in his mouth and fucked away at his face, strokes getting longer and deeper and harder until I was very close to cumming and growling. Always so exquisitely tuned to my body, he sensed how close I was, and again pushed me off him so I wouldn't cum in his mouth. And I shot hot thick gobs of spooge all over his dark, beautiful chest. It kept coming and he kept saying "Oh my god, oh my god," and then he added a few blobs of his own to his belly. I kept drizzling him with small dabs of cum as my orgasm subsided. He looked good covered with all our cum. I admired it for a while. And after he was very reserved. I eventually had to give him a dirty t-shirt to clean up with; in my long absence my partner has rearranged everything and I can't find the hand towels any more. I lay back beside him and we panted in the darkened, cool room a bit, not speaking. The we talked a little about the time I was away, but not too much. I was feeling distant, and I never know what he is feeling. I offered him some water but he laughed and said no, for some reason. He dressed and I slapped his ass and thanked him for coming. He noticed that I had smeared jizz all over his shoulder. "It's drying," he said, as if that satisfied him, then looked me in the eye and smiled. It was a hard smile to read. He trotted away. I've had sex with him many more times than I have with anyone else, really, except boyfriends I've had. He seems to deeply distrust me-- which may be a good thing; obviously, from all these entries, what I want is to ejaculate inside him after running my naked bone in and out of that incredible body for as long as I can stand it. If he'd let me cum in his mouth, I would have. If he'd let me stick my dick in him, I would have. I can't be trusted, no. So maybe it's best to let it go. It's a little sad. Maybe he'll beg me so much that I'll let him suck me some more, hump his body and let him fantasize some more that I'm "breeding" him without really doing it. But I don't think so. I am so inhibited in real life. When the clothes come off... I want to do what I want to do. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here I was exiting the showers when I saw a young bearded guy walking to the lockers. He was dressed in street clothes, but I saw a huge bulge in his pants. As I stood at the sink, he began to strip down... and I was treated to a spectacular ass view. He leaned over to pull off his pants, and that gave me an unobstructed view of his low hanging balls, thick cock and tight puckered hairy hole. FUCK. Young, shaved head, and bearded lean swimmer build. Just enough hair on his chest to be sexy, and that lovely trail of hair that surrounds the ass crack. He put on a towel and went into the steam. During this time of day it can be rather slow at the gym, especially in bad weather. I had time, so I grabbed a new towel and went in. He was seated on the bench, towel open and a good thick six inches of cock laying between his legs. Now, I have seen him before but never had an opportunity to be alone, so I played it cool and just sat on my towel...dropped open, of course. After a couple of minutes I saw him stroking his cock. Damn, that grew! He was now pulling on at least 8, maybe 9 cut inches and thick - at least 5 inches around, if not closer to 6. I scooted over, reach out my hand and gave it a few strokes. Then, I could not help myself...I had to swallow it. He did not object, and when I actually had about 7 inches down my throat he was letting out a low moan. Knowing the locker room was empty, I shifted around to let my throat open more and shoved another inch down. Now he was really moaning and let me take over. My hand could barely fit around the shaft, so I was in my element and just used my mouth and throat to coax and slide all of him into my mouth. At one point I had all that would fit, and there was still an inch left...he was that rock hard and thick. No matter, I just took it and kept swallowing. Now that I felt his shaft twitching and his moaning was louder, I got right down on my knees between his legs and slid his entire cock into my waiting throat. He shuddered a bit, and when I pull back and used my hand that was all it took.... and I knew the load about to boil up. I slid the swollen head and shaft back in my mouth, and he let loose. His balls slid up towards his body, and I could feel spurt after spurt leaving his nuts and blasting out of the head onto my tongue. After about 4 or 5 thick cum shots, he sighed and I let his cock slide off my tongue. I used my fist and milked the shaft, to be rewarded with a few extra drops of his nectar. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here "You fucking love this, don't you?" Well, yes. Yes, I do. I was on my knees in front of him for less than two minutes when he uttered those words. His hardening cock continued to expand in my mouth. Billed as 47, 6'0", average build with 8"x5.5" cut, I wasn't really sure what else to expect. I didn't ask for more pictures, I wasn't sure I cared. He was a married white male looking for someone to suck him. No ask of reciprocation, though that means little. He was a little late, and I had no way to check to see if he was coming, but he pulled up in what is clearly a family vehicle - one suited for multiple kids and all their associated activities. He exited the vehicle and while he wasn't fat, he was big and solid. "Average build" wasn't exactly an accurate descriptor. This pic is NOT him, but a representation of what he looked like, with not as large biceps. He seemed taller than 6', but maybe that was the broad chest. He was pleasant, but as soon as we were where I was to blow him, he was exactly what I wanted in a married feeder: direct. a little distant. self-centered. While those things might seem contradictory, they were not, especially when he knows when and how to emphasize each one. From the word go, he called me a "cocksucker" - but the difference with him was that he meant it. Most guys can say it, but it packs no punch when it leaves their mouth. He knew I was a cocksucker - but he wanted to make sure I knew he knew it. I got hard instantly. The cock was nice. Like him, it was thick and solid - and he wasn't even hard yet. When he was erect, like his height, he seemed bigger than advertised. And thicker. It wasn't a pretty shaft. Gnarly is the word that came to mind, but it fit the man. It was thick, rough, big and masculine. There was nothing refined about the man (even in a dress shirt, pants and shoes) or his cock. "You fucking cocksucker", were his actual first words after we got to the room I was blowing him. I wasn't even on my knees yet. His voice, his words, his delivery made me bone up. After I was sucking him is when he asked, but not really asked, if I loved this. It was a rhetorical question and yet I felt the need to validate who and what I was. As I was working his cock with my mouth, I did have a chance to ask if he has a regular cocksucker - hoping he didn't so I could be it. I knew early enough on, I wanted more of this. He casually told me he already had one, but maybe he could fit me in here and there.............depending on how I perform. Unlike so many feeders, he made no attempt to provide contact. No hand on me, no touching my chest, thankfully no reaching for my dick. The only place his hands went were to my head in a firm, masculine grip that left me now doubt on who was in charge. "Make your tongue move under my shaft", he said as the head of his cock popped into my throat and he was not letting me move an inch. Nor did I want to. Of course there were the short, forceful jabs even though he was as far in as he could really be. Not that it stopped him from his dominance and putting me in my place. Yeah, I went up and down. I licked all over the shaft. I licked his balls, I sucked his balls. His big balls. I went back to the cock and worked it fast and slow trying to figure out what would truly get him going. His head went back, but not in pleasure. It wasn't with displeasure either. For some guys - and true cocksuckers know this - they close their eyes to mentally get to a place where they can get off. Coming off his cock for a few seconds, I uttered, "I could suck this dick all day long!". Without raising his head, he told me "No, I have to get back to work". Yeah, I knew that. It was just my way of telling him I really really liked his meat. That is when he told me to do something I don't particularly care for: using my hand. I get that some guys need that - or want it. I feel it diminishes my oral capabilities. That it makes me less of a cocksucker than I think I am. What's lower than a cocksucker? One who can't get a guy off with only his mouth. Now, I know this isn't always true. It's just where my head space was. But I used my hand. I used it for a long time. Medium grip, but he wanted tighter. Small strokes while still using my mouth mainly, but he wanted longer. Mostly my mouth remained on his dick but now and again I took it off to concentrate on the jacking. It was then when he announced he was ready. He told me to get on it. I did. At that point, he picked up his head to look down at me. I looked up at his eyes as his cock spasmed in my mouth. The eyes were intense as throb after throb unloaded into my mouth. He attempted to go nowhere, which was good. He kept having mini-convulsions of the dick as less and less semen came out, but it kept coming and I'll take it at whatever rate it is delivered. "Swallow". It's not like I wasn't going to. But I lifted myself off his shaft, milked what I could, and added to all he shot into my mouth a few moments prior. I knelt higher, in front of him, took his hand and places it around my throat - he got the idea. He gripped. He felt my throat muscles contract and take his seed down into my belly. Then he got up to get ready to leave. Being the needy eater I am, I had to ask, "is there place for me in your cocksucker rotation??" "We'll see....." was the response. And then he walked out the door. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here I've been a fan of pornstar Ray Dalton from the first time I saw him in a Treasure Island Media video quite a while back. He has a raw and edgy look about him, enhanced by prison tattoos and the occasional Mohawk, not to mention a well-muscled and defined body, and I detect...a sly sense of humor. His exploits captured on video, for the past five years or so, are well-known. What is not so well-known is that Ray Dalton is a big time exhibitionist, driving the streets of Los Angeles, butt ass nekkid, and ready for anything that turns up, such as getting plowed in the dark corners of a public parking garage. He'll also whip it out and jack himself off under certain circumstances, like, maybe, at an unusually long traffic light. It's all on xtube for you to enjoy so start with his profile which is 'nakedbuff.' Most of the postings are rather short, less than a minute, but his latest...the garage fuck...is longer than 3 minutes, and an indication, we hope, of longer sequences to come. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Yesterday I squirted all my cum up the ass of a rather nerdly little fellow in Hell's Kitchen. He hit me up on BBRTS and was *extremely* into me, then put off by the fact that I had a partner, then finally willing to fuck with me. He was OK looking to me, but more importantly (1) was 5'8, a size I absolutely adore plowing, and (2) hung like a fucking donkey in his pics. Although he was hairless and blond and not really my type at all, I love little guys with big dicks who are super into me, so I told him I'd go fuck him Saturday morning. He sent a constant stream little notes about it every day, and it was nice to know I had a little guy waiting so eagerly for my dick at the end of the week, so it was a pleasure to bring my tool over to him and dick him down right.On the way, while I was in the subway, he sent me the dispiriting "Chit chat is awkward, so how about I buzz you in, leave the door unlatched, and you walk in to find me naked in the bed blablabla." I honestly don't think it's all that awkward to say "Hey, how ya doin"-- the usual extent of chit-chat that I require before I grab your body and stick my tongue down your throat. And I honestly just hate the walk-in-the-door-and-I'm-naked thing. I like to look a guy in the face, and see him in his clothes, and slowly unwrap him. I don't just walk in with a big boner ready to shove up your ass. It's just not erotic to me. But I didn't have much choice, seemed like, as he'd clearly sent it long before and it would be silly to ask him to get dressed again for me. So when I got off the train and read it, I replied, "Whatever you wanna do, are you ready now?" I was a little early and knew he'd had to run an errand. I waited on the corner for a reply, but didn't hear anything, so decided to just go buzz him. He immediately unlocked, and I went up four flights of stairs, to hear the door unlatching at the back of the building, and see the little nerd standing there, still fully dressed. "Did I get here too quick?" I asked as I got to the landing, and he smiled sheepishly and said it was not a problem. I smiled back, hoping to disarm him, and pushed my way into his (very very nice) apartment, wrapped my arm around his waist, stuck my bearded mouth in his ear, and cooed, "It doesn't have to be awkward." He seemed very very shy about kissing and kept pulling away from me, pushing his face into my neck instead. This was not going to work. But I had three inches and probably 80 pounds on him, so I just grabbed the back of his skull with one hand, turned his head up to face me, put the other hand on his neck just under his jaw, and kissed him forcefully without letting him turn away. And amazingly, this unlocked something in him and he decided kissing was just peachy from then on. I let his head out of my sudden death-grip and groped his little body instead, and he began to breathe very quickly and press his body against mine, hard. I grabbed his meaty little ass with both hands, then let them slide up to his hip-bones, which I pulled up against me so he could feel my swelling tool in my pants against his body, and I bucked my own hips into him forcefully so he could know what he was in for. This really got him going; he turned to rubber and he was wrapping his legs and arms around me in a kind of frenzy. Clearly, he liked it a little rough. I am an affectionate and sensual guy but little dudes do kinda bring something out in me. I never feel rough or aggressive, even when guys tell me I am. But I was clearly tickling some need in him and I dug that. My meat was getting hard and he was stroking it nicely through my shorts, so I pulled them off and barked, "Get on your knees and suck my dick." He complied, kissing it gently on the head first like it was some kind of tame rattlesnake that would turn ugly any minute. Then he slowly put it in his mouth, with no real pressure, so I told him exactly what to do with his tongue. Eventually he worked it out-- how do dudes give head when I'm not there to tell them what to do?? What a fuckin mystery-- and he was hitting my hot buttons very nicely, getting me quite rigid indeed, and we were still basically in his doorway. I held either side of his head and drilled my prong into his skull a bit, while he whimpered and cried with delight, and then pulled him up by his armpits, kissed him some more, and ordered, "Go get in your bed and take your clothes off." He practically trotted back there and complied, setting his own monster schlong free. It was like 8 inches which looked obscenely immense on his tiny little nerdy body. Nice. I pushed him on his back and laid my big hairy body on his little hairless one and ground my fat dick into his long one a while. He was thrashing in the bed like he was overwhelmed with excitement. I didn't want to get too excited, thinking maybe this could be a really nice epic fuck, so I sat up, flipped him over, and slid off the side of the bed to eat his ass out good. Honestly he'd looked a lot better in his pictures, but I loved how he was responding to the sex. So I ate his little fuckin ass like it was a buffet. He had nice big balls and practically vibrated when I bit into his inner thigh. His hole felt way too tight. I'd have to spend some time on this. And so I did, pulling his dick down from its position wedged between his belly and the bed, so I could suck his dickhead, feel all his inches slide past my lips, and then sucked his balls and licked all the lovely clefts and valleys between his legs, and little by little, each time my tongue probed his little hole, it seemed more and more eager for a shaft of thick flesh to invade it. So I put my dick against it, and pressed, and felt it give a little, then ate and sucked, then more probing with my oozing tool, and back and forth, while he sighed from the middle of the bed, "Tease... tease." Eventually probing turned into an elastic engulfment of every erect inch I possess. My nuts were resting against his taint and it felt nice. I mounted his legs, hooking my knees up against the back of his and laying my big fleshy thighs against his, and my dick pointed almost straight down against his prostate, and in that position I plowed the living holy hell out of him. And I really mean it. Something about his milquetoast manner just made me want to pummel him. I was pounding my fuckstick into his little assmounds with all the weight of my thick, hairy body, slapping against him obscenely. I watched my slick shaft slide in and out, from angry red knob to dark hairy bush and back out again. He was gripping the edge of the mattress with a grip so clenched it was like he was hanging from the edge of a cliff. He just kept saying, "Anything you want... anything you want... oh my god it feels so good... anything you want." My own sex patter was not up to usual snuff this time; I'm pretty sure at some point I said "You need dick, dontcha? Well, I'm gonna GIVE it to ya!" Or something. But he just kept saying "I need YOUR dick. I need YOUR cum. Oh, I had no idea... I had no idea... anything you want." After about 15 minutes of this assault, with only occasional rests to eat his hole and suck his startled dick some more, I barked, "Get on your back." "There's more??" he asked, opening his legs to me rather tenderly. I pushed them all the way back, admired his no-longer tight hole, and rammed into him some more. My sweat was flying all over him, all over the bed, and all over the wall a few inches beyond our heads. This was a really intense fuck. To cool down some, I pulled out of him, laid my fuckstick against his meat, and told him, "Wrap your legs around me." He did, and his arms too, and I just humped against him slowly. But this was rather foolish; feeling a bottom wrapped around me like that always is very exciting to me, even after extremely vigorous fucking. And suddenly, I felt like I was going to cum, and even though I pulled away from him immediately, it was clear my nuts were not going to take no for an answer. More nimbly than I thought I'd be able to manage in those few instances a dude has between when he knows he has to cum and when the nuts are pumping out the load, I somehow pushed him back again with open legs exposing his hole, grabbed my fuckstick and guided it in, and got it sunk in up to the nuts, and only then did the first beautiful shot of hot, thick, salty scum thunder down the length of my tubesteak and force its way into his gut. And I didn't plow into him any more, but just slooooowly let my dickhead slide in my own cum inside him, rubbing against the back wall of his innards, hitting those perfectly sensitive spots that want to be rubbed when I'm just letting my pent-up sexual fluids spew. I throbbed and throbbed into him, and told him I was still cumming, still cumming, still unloading my nuts in him, and he just said "Oh yeah, oh yeah, I need it, I need it, oh yeah." I was soaked with sweat. He repeated, "I just had *no* *idea*." "I told you I fuck good," I said, patting his now cum-fulled little body. "But everyone says that!" he protested, a little starry-eyed. "Well, I tell the truth," I said, and then gesturing to my soaked skin, pleaded, "I *really* gotta rinse off." The room was not nearly cool enough on this summer day for that kind of exertion, and he sensed it and apologized. I told him it was fine but strode over to the bathroom, and rinsed off, while he talked to me from the bathroom door. He works in a similar field to mine, so we talked shop a little bit. Once I'd dried off-- I had to use a multitude of little hand towels, because he hadn't had time to dry off full-size ones for me, which he also profusely apologized for, like everything else. And then he gave me some water. He was sort of talking to me like a teenaged girl might talk to a rock star. He repeated the "I had no idea" thing a few more times while I gulped down the water, and said I could come fuck him any time I wanted. Nice to hear, even though I doubt I'll do him again. I dashed out and ran to the subway, needing to go alllll the way to Coney Island to meet some friends out there for the Mermaid Parade and only having an hour at this point. Rushing up to Columbus Circle, I got stuck behind a knot of clueless, slow tourists, taking up the whole sidewalk. As I was crankily trying to get past them, I looked up, and who did I see but All American Bottom, walking his dog. He looked at me a little warily, and I wasn't sure he recognized me without my boner planted in his ass. I smiled very openly and broadly-- I think that dude is just great-- and realized I had on a stupid, unflattering hat and my beard is extremely bushy right now as I've lost the attachment to my beard trimmer somewhere along the way from my mom's house to Gotham. He looked at me warily again, but then smiled back at me rather tentatively. Some guys are also just weird about acknowledging random fucks on the street, especially when they appear in the midst of a bunch of midwestern biddies. I hoped I didn't look too blowzy and sweaty after that exertion with the little nerd. I decided not to fret about it; the weather was nice, I felt great after cumming in a very grateful little dude, and I didn't want to wonder or worry about anything. So I just let it be, trotted on by, and went into the subway without looking back. On the train I thought of all the guys out there that have my cum in them. All the dudes I've made feel good with my dick, all the dudes who took my sex inside them, who keep me inside them still. I thought about how awesome it is that I can just go to someone's house, and pull out my dick, and fuck my cum into them for as long as I want to feel their bodies, for as long as I can stand the pleasure, and zip up and go. I love putting my cum in other dudes, I love the variety, I love my dick, I love sex. More please. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I'd like to say this is a sex post, but it is not. Not really. It's more of an post to talk about and maybe figure out, how to lure and reel in prospects when using craigslit. I'm providing some observations, but also wouldn't turn away good advice. Now, I know that CL is a hit and miss arena - and more miss than you'll ever hit. Even the ones who do respond are flakes, or many of them. And maybe there is no way to get around the wrong responders or worse (?) - the no responders. First off, I don't understand the cocksucker or the bottoms who insist on posting pics of their dick. Or the tops posting pictures of their ass. It's confusing at best, misleading at worst. Or maybe just stupid at worst. Mind you, I take pride in my grammar, so you'll never see 'boi' or ''sup' or too many abbreviations. I will also use the correct punctuation - which, believe it or not, matters in these ads. 'Want Cock Sucked' is far different than 'Want Cock Sucked?' But the headline is the former and you have to go into the ad to find some 22 yo fuckboy who can't be bothered with the question mark and all he wants to do is lick dick. Yet these types of ads are all around - and usually a combination of the punctuation missing and the incorrect type of pics. Has the American education system failed us that badly? One thing I am finding is not working for me: Having a well-written ad, being clever or smart in your ad. Don't write above a 5th grade reading level. Yes, you're smiling but you know it's true. Here's one example: Responses: zero. I thought it would get me more notice than: 'need head now - and looking for younger only' kind of ad. Though in those ads they fail to put their age in - so what is younger? And even if they put in their age of, say, 48, do they really consider 47 younger? Technically it is, but a 40+ yo would be rejected since the poster didn't specify. This was another ad of mine: A few responses, no follow-throughs, except for guys wanting to suck me. What part of that ad said I wanted to be sucked? And just because I can be a total prick - and I can - I had to reply to this guy's ManHunt ad. Yes, I know he was specific, but I think there is a way to write things without just rubbing someone the wrong way - and he did: me. I'm not 35, nor do I want to be again. Ok, I'm not a total prick, because I cropped out his user name and city. But I did reply that I was in my 40s and REALLY wanting to get with him - even though I had no interest. I can't wait till that douche is 36. So I don't think there are any clear cut answers. I don't know that my direct approach on ad writing works much better than my creative writing skills. I was just hoping someone would see education and a little bit of humor and maybe want something a little more cerebral - even if it is just a mouth or ass fuck. I guess I am wrong. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Got blown by a new guy today. Didn't stay long as I had to be to dinner in less than an hour. I'd been wanting to dump a load all day, so when he HMU, I immediately agreed. He's good at what he does, so I'll prolly be back for more. Went to a party last night. Awesomely fun. Lots of guys, lots of action. I fucked a few guys, but bred the guest of honor, who was here visiting. Kinda short, (5'5") but buff, scruffy, and tatted. Totally hot. Glad he got my load. Earlier in the week, went to a hotel pump and dump. When I got there, the bottom was getting fucked. I put my cock in his mouth, got hard, then began to fuck the bottom. Great cunt. Lost my load inside. When I pulled out, the other top dove in and added his DNA to the mix. We walked out together. Last Sat, got a hot blowjob from a regular suck buddy. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here This morning I answered a CL ad from a guy advertising NSA pump and dumps at his house tonight and for the next three nights. Great set up, you walk in, he's ass up, blindfolded, waiting for your load. Here's my response: "This sounds awesome. I'm always looking for a hot hole to dump my load in. I'm a 52 year old, 5 ft 9in, 175lb white guy with 6 hard inches that's always horny to load a hot cunt. It's even better if someone else has left a deposit there before me." Pretty straightforward, and reasonable, or so I thought. Here's his response: "If you like to load a hot cunt, then fuck a woman! Yuck. You really need to work on your delivery. I can't imagine that anyone would respond favorably to such nonsense. Men don't have cunts, you idiot." Was I out of line? More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Just unloaded down a bud's throat. He edged me for 30 min before letting me unload. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Went to a J/O party yesterday. While there were some alright looking guys there, I was one of the better looking, more in shape guests. I really don't like it when I'm one of the better looking people in the room. I played with about 5 of the guys there, and had an ok time. I did get to shoot a four day load while being stroked by one of the attendees. It was pretty hot to watch four guys shoot at about the same time, especially when one shot all over someone else's cock. Not sure if I'll go back, but I did meet a cute guy there. He's got a boyfriend, but wants to come over and play with me this week. I'll probably let him. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here My last three loads have been dumped down the same dude's throat. He's close by, and gives AMAZING head. And that's all he wants to do. It's fantastic. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I got some pretty awesome head from someone I was completely not attracted to, but who showed an uncommon need for my sex. His pictures online were actually not bad, showing a hairy, darkly bearded guy, burly but not out of control build. He hit me up for the first time sometime last year, and sounded genuinely desperate to get my cum inside him-- he wanted me to fuck him, but he did seem too burly for that, so I told him he could suck me off if he had the stamina to edge me really good. He said he did, and was very accommodating of when, despite living way uptown. We made some plans for him to come get me off during lunch one day, and I saved up a bit of surplus semen in my testicles in anticipation-- and then he texted me saying he had to cancel. He set up another time, and then cancelled that at the last minute too. A few months went by and I forgot he existed. Then I get another text out of nowhere, with more begging for forgiveness, begging for my dick. I am an indulgent man-- perhaps too indulgent-- so I let him try again. And again he cancelled. This was always because of work issues coming up at the last minute. I can understand that, but decided he was just too far away for this to be practicable; he'd have to be closer so he could easily pop out, suckle on my meat for a nice long interval, and pop back. He'd be on the subway almost an hour if he ever came. So I let him fade away. But he wouldn't let it go and was constantly texting me, whimpering about how my cum was the ONLY CUM that would satisfy him, my dick was the BEST DICK IN NYC and he HAD TO TASTE IT. But eventually he said, "OK, I'm sorry, this is just never going to work, I never get what I want, I'll delete you from my contacts."And a few more months went by, till a couple months ago, when I was staying with my mother, and he was back, saying he just can't believe he never got to suck me, he still keeps thinking about my dick, blablabla. Clearly, he never deleted my contact at all! But I decided, in my enfeebled state down there, to be generous and give him another chance when I got back home. Today was the day. I had a nice three-day load saved up. I'd been prick-teased by a couple of guys on Grindr who are totally my type and were willing to flash me dirty pictures but not actually meet up to fuck, so there was some tension in my nuts. Perfect day to lay back and be brought to orgasm by someone who desperately needed to get me off. Well, this time he showed up right when he said he would, but he was pretty dang fat. His dark beard was pretty overgrown with shaggy bits on his cheek above his jaw which probably should be shaved. His hair was a mess. I thought, egad, what have I done. It took him an hour to get to me, and I didn't have the heart to send him home. So I decided to just let him do his thing and go into that abstracted state I've learned to go in sometimes, where really everything is all about my own dick and balls and nothing else. And I admit there is something imperious in me that gets off on knowing someone who maybe doesn't quite feel worthy of me-- who can tell I'm not that into him-- nonetheless is inexplicably getting the prize he wants the most. I admit also that I enjoy the sight of my thick stalk of meat sliding in and out of a very dark, bushy beard. I started by commanding him to his knees and pulling out my shrunken, flaccid, uninspired dick, telling him to start slow. He managed to get some length and girth out of it in very quick order, though it wasn't hard as a rock. I let him toil away on the floor between my legs for a bit longer than I normally would, since really I just wasn't interested in kissing him, or getting his clothes off, or any of that. I just stood there with my arms at my sides, watching my meat get some genuinely fantastic service from a needy little cocksucker with no pride. I was feeling pretty good, but my legs were getting a little weak, so I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back and propping myself up with my elbows, watching him grope his way on all fours towards my groin and the now respectably stiff slab of meat that he came all this way for. And he sucked and sucked and sucked and it was nice. Nice enough that I really wanted to settle into this and see just how much cocksucking he had in him. I pulled off my shirt and hopped up on the bed, leaning back on a pile of pillows, as he lumbered up between my legs and stuck his face right back down in my crotch. He'd asked if he could do poppers before he came, but seemed to completely forget about even having them-- the bottle never came out and all the focused on was my sex organs. I told him to suck my nuts some and he is one of the few guys who has been able to do this enjoyably; mine are extremely sensitive and get that electric twang of sickening pain very easily from even a minor punch, so this was a testament to his skill. He sucked at them and let them drop against my body, making me feel oddly like a paddle-ball game as they elastically pulled away from me in his mouth and then sprang back to me. I never enjoyed my nuts so much. "That's where all the cum is," I cooed at him. "And that's what you came for, isn't it?" He moaned and whimpered and looked up at me from below my bush with a desire in his eyes that looked pretty close to agony. "Keep working on my tool and those nuts will shoot out a big reward for you." The eyes closed, almost in pain, and he nuzzled and rooted around in my groin for several minutes, blissfully high on my sex. "You're so fucking hot," he groaned between licks and grunts. Nah! But this was pretty fun. And then he said, "You taste so good," and my spit-shiny dickhead bobbed against his beard, angry and red from all the sucking. We both admired it for a while and he slipped it back in. "Wait till you taste my cum. That's a different taste. But you'll like it." He sucked hard at my dickhead, a little too intensely. "All the way down," I barked, and his head slid down till his nose was in my bush. "Ahhhhh.... nice and warm. Now all the way up," I ordered, and he slid back up my shaft. "All the way," I said, and I saw my fat dickhead with its pronounced ridge appear outside his mouth. "Feel all my inches," I said, "suck the whole dick, every inch," and he groaned and complied, and my dick felt a mile long, the way he was treating it. Eventually we settled into the ideal position, with my ankles hitched over his massive calves, his giant meaty paws planted on the bed at either side of my hips, my bone rigidly pointing straight up into his mouth hidden by its black whiskers, and his tongue perfectly hitting the hot spot on the base of my dickhead with just the perfect pressure and slipperiness to get me to the edge and keep me there. I checked the clock and he'd already been at me for almost a half an hour. I wondered how long I could last in this haze of pleasure. "You're not going to get tired, are you?" I threatened gently. Again he looked at me with eyes filled with a desperate, painful satisfaction, and held my gaze, and shook his head with my prong still planted firmly in his mouth, still at just that right spot. "You want me to cum hard, right?" I asked. He kept staring at me, his eyebrows knitted in a private, intense emotion, and nodded again. "Then work for it. I only cum in guys who make me feel really good. You gotta work for my cum, man. Prove you love my dick and deserve my cum." He eyelids slid down like I'd given him verbal morphine and he went back to work. His gentle moans were inhuman. He had learned exactly what I wanted on my dick and he just kept delivering it over and over; my body began to tense up involuntarily but I held my hips rock-still so the perfect angle would not be disturbed. My dick reached a level of hardness it rarely surpasses. I could tell he felt it too. "It just got super-hard, didn't it," I cooed at him, "You feel it, don't you?" More nodding, more grimaces of need on his face. "You're making it hard like that, man. You're gonna make me cum. The dick doesn't lie. Now it's just you..." I exhaled loudy, feeling extremely, extremely good, "...and my dick." I felt my dickhead swell almost beyond its limits. I was completely immobile and my orgasm was his to create. It was just a matter of time. He kept up what he was doing and suddenly there it was, at the point when my dick could not get any more engorged with blood, could not get longer or thicker, my nuts took over and squirted a dozen ropes of semen into his fantastically grateful mouth. After about six or eight of them, he seemed to go slack, expecting it to be over, but I said, "It's still cumming, don't stop, keep at it man, keep hitting that spot, keep making me cum," and his whole body tensed again when he realized I was right, that more cum was spurting out of my bone across his tongue. He lapped and lapped at me expertly and I felt like I was cumming twice in a row with no break. My pipes were getting a thorough blowout. It was like riding rapids. My dick and balls had a mind of their own. He kept up a gentle suckling even after I was done pulsing and leaking. He just wanted more and more dick. I let him play with me until it became a little painful. "Not bad!" I said, always a fan of understatement. He sat up, and reached for his clothes, and told me about nine times that I was the hottest guy ever. I could only smirk. I offered him something to drink, but he didn't want anything, and we chatted idly about work. He seemed to be drifting down from a cloud and having trouble getting his clothes on. I felt like I'd escaped from some kind of chrysalis I never knew I was in. It was the most intensely cleansing blowjob I've ever received. He left pretty quickly and then texted me about three minutes later, "fuckin hot man... hope you liked it." I replied, "You did an excellent job, yes. And you didn't even need the poppers!" "cuz your fuckin hot as hell," he said. "Keep in touch... if you want." I thanked him, not really wanting to lead him on... his skills are primo but there's a whole city of men out there to fuck and inseminate. Onward! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I don't mind role playing every now and again. With the right guy, and the right scenario, it can be seamless and natural. There is nothing worse than pseudo-scripted or forced role playing. It doesn't work. The other shit that doesn't work in one person role-playing and trying to make the other participants it is the real deal. I'm an educated man. I've been around the block a few thousand times - it takes a lot to fucking fool me and for fuck's sake, don't play me for a fool. Take a trip I was on out west. A decent looking dude hit me up on some iPhone app and wanted to play at his hotel. Worked for me. He claimed to be married. No worries there. Him cheating is his issue. As with many internet possibilities, he disappeared at the moment of puling the trigger. When I started other plans, he pops back in with a proposition: he has another guy coming over and do I want to join? I hemmed. I hawed. I finally said yes figuring I could just leave, as we weren't doing it at my hotel. The third guy seemed more interesting, at least by his pics and profile. A little huskier but more masculine. As it turns out, they were already together, watching me as I stood outside the hotel, making their assessment of me - if I was worthy, if I was not. On one hand I was offended, but on the other, you know - who cares. I'd love to be gutsier and send people away, instead of settling sometimes and just finishing them off to get rid of them. But I was invited in. Both men were above average, though the huskier guy was even huskier in person than in his pics. Why am I always surprised? The husky guy brought lube, poppers, a dildo, condoms, black gloves and a mask. Clearly there were discussions I was not part of, but that's ok. But it was the original guy who immediately started to get on my nerves. As soon as we were in the door, he goes, "in a little while I'll have to call my wife so you'll have to step out in the hall while I do it.". ...but then it got more annoying. For someone who told me he liked to play on the side, he clearly told the other guy "I've never done this before" - but you have to say it in that almost sing-songy pitched voice that immediately sounds unbelievable and lying. You know the one. First off, he sucked the husky guy's cock too well to have 'never done this before', he did the same with licking my ass. Actually, he had a move I don't think I've been able to replicate that is great. The just inside tickle - but "ohhhhh....noooooo......should I do THAT? I've never done anything like THIS before......" Then goes onto expertly munch my hole. Give up the ghost, you stupid faggot who probably doesn't have a wife at all. Of course, when Mr. Husky pulls out the poppers and offers them to him, the same response: "oh, what are these.......? I feel SOOOOOOO weird............what's going onnnnnnnnnnn?". Just shut the fuck up - no one is buying this. True to form, 30 minutes in, he has to make his call. He finally says we can go into bathroom while he makes his call, because if I put on my pants and shoes, I was just leaving. But I also didn't trust the fucker at all. When going to the bathroom, I took my keys, wallet and phone. While in there, Mr. Husky and I played. He sucked me real good. Actually, in the entire scenario, I never sucked a cock, kissed a guy, ate an ass or anything. When we were let out, the host had no problems just taking Mr. Husky's dick up his ass - after he had easily (too easily) taken the dildo up his fuck chute. Never done this before, my ass. Again, if you're gonna commit to the bit, make it realistic - or at least a storyline you can fake act to....not act fake. The host sucked my dick while he took it up the ass. He might have done an ok job, but all I could think of was my exit strategy. It's been a few weeks since this encounter, so my recollection is a little fuzzy on details, but at some point, Mr. Husky went back to sucking me - as I knew he'd take my load. I didn't trust the host to do that. I wasn't having it wasted. Not at that point. More poppers for the host. More statements of feeling weird by doing poppers (though he knew exactly how to snort them). I shot in the other guest's mouth and he swallowed as predicted. While I got myself together, they went to the bed and looked like they might end up fucking. That was fine - but it was better for me to leave. I stole the bottle of poppers on my way out the door. I was getting something out of this deal. I figured I earned them. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here There are days when all I want is to give a hot guy a fast, quick no string blow and go. This was a great day for it. Who can pass up two loads? I logged into a cruising app and saw that someone was headed to a local tearoom. It was close enough that I figured our timing my work out. When I walked in the last stall was already occupied, and I took the next one. Because the floor is marble and polished, you can check out the other guys without much difficulty. I saw that the other guy was hot, young and bearded. After seeing him checking me out, I reached my fingers under the stall wall to let him know I was there for the same thing. He stood up and started stroking. I got on my knees and motioned for him to come to the wall. I slid my head under enough, and he slid his cock into my waiting mouth. Easily an 8 incher, hot bulbous mushroom head and rock hard. DAMN. Using my hand to stroke him a bit, I also angled my head to let his natural curve slide into my throat. This also let me see and cup his hairy ball sac. I went back and forth between sliding every inch possible, and just using my hand to edge him. Once I heard his breathing begin to get heavier, I knew it was not going to be long. Suddenly his cock throbbed, grew and he let out a moan...and his load blew out of his piss slit right into my mouth. I could feel the volume, and the I was able to taste the nectar. Sweet, thick and milky. Awesome. Wham, bam, done. Perfect. As we exited, I asked if he had been on the app and he said yes. I told him my online name, and he has seen the videos...so, there may be another meet up soon. Now onto the second load.... You know how it can be when you have a taste of cum, and it just makes you crave more. With that first fast load still lingering on my tongue I walked a block over and thought I would check out the other tearooms before hopping on the bus. I saw a cute young bearded cub checking me out, and decided to see if I could get his cock. There was too much foot traffic going on, so I decided to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. Leading the way, I headed out onto the street and took him a block away to a bathroom that has been perfect in the past. We walked in to an empty bathroom. Perfect. I checked the only closed stall door and it was vacant. At that point I just pulled out my cock at the urinal and he followed suit. He could not be over 25, about my height and he was packing a hefty 7 inch cock, mushroom head and some heavy balls hanging down low. HOT! Not wasting time, I pulled his head into my mouth and worked my tongue around the shaft. Once I had a taste of his cock, I was ready to pull a load out of him. Holding his balls, and using my hand to stroke him I milked him for a few seconds and then had to deep throat. Damn, it was silky smooth shaft of hot cock and his head filled my throat. It was not long before he told me that he was close. I took that as my cue to go right back down and take it. Seconds later I was rewarded with a large hot volley of spunk being shot onto my tongue and down my throat. Being young, he was definitely full of cum and it seemed to keep spilling out. I swallowed every drop, and let his spent cock slide off of my tongue. As we were putting out cocks back in our jeans, he asked if I had been there before and I told him that I found that bathroom a few years earlier and it was a scene for a video. He mentioned that I looked familiar from my videos, so I told him that if he wanted to meet up again just send me a note and we could make one.... Stay tuned.... More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I deeply and copiously inseminated Stinky and Remote-- a guy whose face is so beautiful to me that it utterly melts me, but who I never hook up with because (1) he's popular and buys, and (2) very hard to get to by subway even though he's directly across the river, because of his extreme Lower East Side location, and (3) I'm a filthy promiscuous whore who insists on always ejaculating in someone new, despite the fact that there are beauties like this one out there wanting my dick in them pretty much whenever they can get it. Looking through my blog to find the entry to link to above, I see I haven't been with him since March of last year. And ironically, the thing I expressed worry about there *did* sort of happen... a few months after that last hookup, he vanished from all the hookup sites. A little later, he improbably showed up as a possible friend on Facebook, so I eagerly added him, asking what happened to him. He told me he was kind of out of the random sex game, looking for a real boyfriend. I hope he wasn't checking to see who was looking at him on facebook, because I combed through all his pictures and looked at him all the time-- he's wearing all these twee, hipstery clothes in his pictures, despite being an extremely meaty, hairy, rather brute-faced lunk of a guy, which is actually one of my favorite combinations in a way. In one he has on a dandy bowler and suspenders, and together with his miles-deep, soulful brown eyes and thick, porny mustache, the combination of all my recent fetishes on one guy makes my heart wring itself to bits in my chest and then essentially melt into my nutsack. He'd talked about selling the remote-but-close place and moving to Brooklyn, which I eagerly awaited. We never did hook up again, though, despite sending occasional dirty drive-by messages on Facebook. Sometime last fall, he reappeared on some of the sex sites, but we never connected. This morning I was carrying the load I've built up since Tuesday dealing with the knuckleheads in DC. I cruised a bit after my partner left for a day on his own, but honestly didn't have the heart to look very strenuously. When I saw Stinky and Remote's appear on line, I asked him if he wanted to suck the load out of me. He did. There was no muss and no fuss and I decided he would be an awesome welcome back to Gotham. And he was. I only got back to NYC last night, after a week in DC enjoying my friends but going out of my mind trying to hook up with the very tantalizing guys there, none of whom could ever host, or would expect me to wait around till 1:15 in the morning, or fuck them in a sex club, and on and on. One guy with an incredible, tight, muscular body was so insistent that I decided, against all scruple and without permission, to tell him he could come over on Saturday, after my friend left town but while I still had access to his apartment. He was impatient and wanted to blow me sooner, somewhere in his car. This should have been a red flag, but his hotness and my gigantic load fogged my thinking. I told him just to wait, that I wanted to fuck the load into him properly, not get sucked off real quick in a car. He asked if he could just come see me, just come meet me, just for a minute! I thought, geesh, what a goer. And so I told him ok, I'd be working in a coffee shop a few blocks away, come meet me outside there. He drove over, showing up not much later and we did talk as he idled out front; he wore goofy bro-ey shades the whole time, and was rather queeny, but his tight little body looked mighty fine in his clothes, and I got a real charge out of having a normal conversation leaning in his window on a crowded street outside the coffee shop, thinking about how I'd be ramming my oozing unit into his rear the next morning and filling him with cream like an éclair. Before he left I patted him on the belly and told him I'd text him the next morning when the coast was clear. He seemed a little shocked, and I couldn't tell if it was good or bad shock. So for good measure I reached up and held his scruffy little chin in my hands, stared into his eyes, and told him I looked forward to fucking him. And he drove off. And I thought, hm, I dunno if I'm gonna hear from him again. He seemed awfully "pretty" and gay-sceney to be attracted to someone like me. Surprisingly, he texted at 8 the next morning, eager to get my cum in him. We exchanged a couple of flirty texts as I waited for my friend to get ready and leave, and I mentioned that if he wanted the maximum load he'd have to let me have at his hot little body for a good while. "So let me have my way with that ass as much as I like, man." He balked, saying he had to work, had to go to the gym, yadda yadda. I thought this was ridiculous, after all the talking and meeting. Clearly he was just a load collector. "I only cum for dudes who are willing to make me feel really good," I sniffed stiffly, adding, "Sorry." He just said OK and then vanished for a good while. I was deeply annoyed, but figured it was par for the course. An hour later he whined about how disappointing it was because he wanted my cum so bad, and wistfully added that he was sure someone else would be getting it good. I didn't bother to reply, and just left town. So I was pretty frustrated when I got here. Luckily, Stinky but Remote never disappoints, even though he's well-plowed ground. I showed up at his building and he was already outside, talking on the phone and smoking a cigarette. On facebook I'd seen some pix that made me worry he'd gained weight and lost muscle, but except for more of a gut than I remembered, and maybe less thick arms, he looked awesome. His head, neck, beard, nose, and eyebrows are like caveman-sexy. He was listening intently with a nice smile on his thick lips to whoever was on the phone, and only gestured to me to follow him into his building silently, and I followed. He listened for a long time, and then with that clear, strikingly soft but undeniably attractive voice, said into the phone, "Wow, I would not have expected anything like that. Hey, I'm about to get into the elevator now, can I call you back in a little bit?" And waited a little and said goodbye and hung up. The elevator doors opened and I chided, "A *little* bit?" slapping his ass to punctuate the word. Then, with more smacks, I said, "Don't you mean, 'After I give this guy a two *smack* hour *smack* epic *smack* blow job? *smack*'" He smiled and said, "Maybe." When we got to his apartment-- which looked a lot nicer than it ever did, since he'd fixed it up to sell it-- He peeled off his clothes instantly and went for mine. His gigantic fat tool was pointing straight out. His fleshy nipples were at attention in his forest of chest hair. His body was apelike and incredibly sexy to me. God. He pulled off all my clothes and palmed my rubbery dick while he fisted his own fat truncheon, and we brushed our lips together. He was as usual extremely shy when I looked, apparently too nakedly, into his eyes, which are basically just fuckpools of fuckdesire to me. Whenever I see him in the flesh, I want to blurt out, "ILOVEYOUILOVEYOU OHMYGOD IFUCKINGLOVEYOU." Of course I don't love him; I barely know him. But fuck, I love him. I couldn't stand the anticipation any more so I just said, "Get on your knees and suck me," pushing on his shoulders, and he said "Yes sir" and gulped away at my instantly hardening meat with a hungry, feral tongue, and grunts of animal pleasure. It was a bit of a put-on but it was real, too. He clearly loves my dick. After several minutes of tender admiration of his beautiful atavistic male form and ramming my tool into his skull, he hopped up and said, "Let's go to the MIRRORED AREA," which is over by his bathroom and had been recently painted all black. He always takes me to this area at the point where he's getting hot and heavy and I always kinda hate it, because I look like such a pasty slob next to his robust, swarthy hirsuiteness. But this time I sat back and just admired the unbelievable beauty of my tool slithering in and out of his thick lips. My nuts were aching and we just stared at ourselves in the mirror as he worked my tool expertly. He is so incredibly hot. His ass was sticking out in an extremely inviting way, so I eventually had to pry his head out of my lap and fall to the floor to worship it. It was fresh, clean, and tasty, unlike his extremely ripe pits. After just a minute of licking all the curves and clefts of his hindquarters, despite my insistent urgent load boiling in my nuts and threatening to pop any minute, I knew I had to fuck him. He had some Gun Oil so I lubed up with it and slowly sunk my inches into him, deep as I could go, straining the muscles between my legs to lengthen my bone and make the dickhead swell deep in his guts on the extreme end of the in-stroke, and his wail and groan let me know he felt it. And then I pulled it all the way out till it left his warm, humid depths, and hung throbbing in the air outside his hole, glistening with his juices. I would admire his beautiful round hairy buttocks and my angry red wet erection. And then slide it right back in, all the way, strained and flaring and throbbing up to the hilt in him again, and more groaning and wailing and head lolling. I kept it up over and over, till I felt like I would cum. And then I mounted him high and just held it in, hard, all muscles clenched, waiting for the urge to squirt everything I had subsided. "Just let me get past it, just let me get past it, just let me get past..." I pleaded into his ear, and he pushed his body back into mind and held still. And then I plowed him hard and he wailed and moaned and told me how good my dick felt inside him. That beautiful, beautiful face reflected in the mirror, eyes closed, dripping with sweat from the pleasure of being drilled just how he likes it. I let my hands slowly spread over his buttocks, slowly wrap around his hip-bones, slowly slide down the inside of his flexed thighs, slow exploration of his skin in contrast to the firm drilling my hips were transmitting into his guts. All I could think was, God, I fucking love you. My body fucking loves your body. My cum fucking loves to shoot into you. Sweet fucking god, you're sexy. And then I couldn't hold back, and I came in him hard, and he said over and over, "Oh yeah, I feel it, oh yeah," and he clenched around my tool as the pulsing slowed down. "Milk all the cum out of me, man," I barked, and he did. I felt drops of thick slime being worked out of my cum tube and slipping into his dark inner reaches. I kept running my hands lightly over his curves as he kept mumbling about my cum. I pulled out and stood up, laughing at the pleasure of release and my stupid good luck in having this lunk of sex be inexplicably attracted to me. He instantly turned around, dropped to his knees again, and sucked and sucked at my dick, making it lengthen to its full extent again, making me feel like I could cum in him again. I pulled at his thick, bubblegum-like nips and he groaned and rolled his head around with delight. In one set of mirrors I saw the incredible sight of his beautiful muscular body propping up his bobbing bald head, right in the middle of my groin. Living porn sucking me off. I really wanted to cum, to make him happy. But I can't cum over and over like that. I thought he might beat himself off, but he didn't. He just didn't want it to end. He popped my dick out of his mouth and instead rubbed his face in the mat of fuzz on my stomach while I cradled the back of his head with one hand and flicked his nip with the other. "Your dick feels so good in my ass," he cooed into my belly-button, while he made long slow milking tugs at my thick, hard, but blank-loaded tool. Many people say they want to worship my dick, but this guy really worships it. I honestly feel like a god with him. Who knows what I've done to deserve this. Finally it was over. I rinsed off and when I came out he was dressing again, and we chatted amiably about his inability to find anything affordable to buy in Brooklyn-- it was so expensive he decided to stay in Manhattan and just get a bigger place there! I expressed disappointment that we wouldn't have him on our side of the river. I longed to just hear him talk endlessly; seeing this animalistic body and that brutal face producing that sweet, gentle voice was basically yanking all the nerves out of my cerebellum, stretching them like taffy, and throwing them on the floor in a happy jumble. I just wanted to push him to the floor and ram the fuck out of him again. But then he would not be talking again. He does not email much, does not chat on facebook, is often cagey when we talk in person. He doles himself out to me as slowly as I dole my ejaculate out to the bottoms of the world. He makes me work for it. And I want it so bad. And I can't have it. He walked me to the elevator and I gave him the brief form of my story with my mother and trip down south. He made genuine sympathetic noises but I could not tell what he was really thinking, and he grew even quieter. Then he turned around and rammed his ass up against me, as the elevator went down, asking, "Did you fuck any bottoms down there?" He makes my head spin. When we got to the ground floor I stuck my face in his neck and said, "I love putting my dick in you." And he said, "Welcome back to New York." And we went our separate ways. After walking a half a block, I turned back, half-hoping he would turn back too. But he was already somewhere else, ambling along with his head tilted down to look at the phone in his meaty palm. I don't even know what I want from him-- I have a husband, I barely know him, all we do is fuck and talk a little. But fuck, I want it, whatever it is. I don't even know what I'd do with it. But his body's not enough. Maybe he'll dole a little more out to me, somehow. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here A few months ago I was on my way to breed a hot ass in the financial district. On my way, I had an online message from a young guy that know my xtube work. Early 20's, tall swimmer's build, uncut and hung. We went back and forth a few times trying to connect...and then this weekend it clicked. By chance we met face to face, and later that day I had a quick sample of his uncut cock. He and his boyfriend told me that he can take awhile to cum, and we arranged to meet up so I could take care of both. Last night they arrived and within minutes I was on my knees with his uncut dick in my mouth and his low hanging balls in my hand. After a few minutes, I had him rock hard and we had some hot face fuck action. Then we switched positionis - he wanted me to service his hot young cub (also our cameraman). We all got onto the bed and I slid between the cub's legs and took his cut cock into my mouth. While on my knees, our fellow top asked if he could rim my ass - oh, hell yes! He went behind me and I felt his tongue slowly flicking on my hairy ass and then into my hole. Damn! Before meeting, he had asked if I only suck cock. I said that I top or bottom, and he asked if a condom would be ok. I have no problem with a rubber, and I told him that I could be tight...as he was about to find out. While going to town on the young cub, the uncut top worked over my hole - and that just got my juices flowing and I started to get hungry for cock and cum. The young cub was trying to keep filming while watching his man attack my ass - and he had a perfect view over my back. After a couple of minutes rimming my hole, he started to venture further in with fingers and the uncut head of his cock. Fuck, that was hot to feel it sliding in with spit. Once he had me opened up enough to piston his cock in, he reached over and grabbed the rubber. Sure enough, once he had it on my ass was tight but ready. He pushed forward and I pushed back when I felt that first inch enter. BAM, he slid in to the hilt. Now he was ready to use my ass. With him fucking me slow, and then fast I was still going down on the young cub...and he was beginning to moan and twitch with the anticipation of his orgasm. Once in awhile I would come up for air while the uncut cock was buried and the cub and I would look at each other and just smile...before I had to feel his hard cock buried to the base. With all of the visual action he saw, it was not long before he was at the edge and shouted out that his load was going to blow. I took the first spurts in my mouth, then I pulled off to let him spray his cum. The next few shots hit his stomach and then it flowed down over my hand. I could still taste the first mouthful of cum he shot, and I licked up a bit off of my hand. Now that he had drained his nuts, the cub was ready to take some video of his guy pounding my hole. I kept my ass up in the air and let him use my ass for all he wanted. And damn, there were times when he was close to fucking my load right of me. Hard, intense pounding followed by a slow steady deep fuck...and then all over again. During some of the full deep thrusts he would lean forward and we could kiss for a few moments before he leaned back up and slammed in to the hilt. Once I reached under and grabbed his cum filled balls - as they were bouncing hard and fast against my ass. FUCK it was amazing to feel those heavy nuts banging away, while at the same time feeling his uncut cock abusing my hole. As he was getting closer to cumming, he was impaling my ass and I was leaking precum like a sieve. I told him to just cum when he wanted to. He pulled out and said the wanted to fuck a load out of me and THEN cum all over my face. OK! I flipped onto my back, legs pulled up and he slid back in. It was not long before my own sperm was flying out of my cock. After my nuts were fully drained, he helped me onto my knees and began to stroke his cock. I could see the head getting more pink and swelling...damn, I love to see an uncut man about to lose his load. Then it was time. With just a quick shout out that he was about to blow, the first volley flew out. And the next, and the next.... Holy shit, there were thick ropes of cum hitting my beard and cheeks. So much cum, that the scent was more intense - on top of my own spunk scent and the young cub's - FUCK, a hot as hell cum pig scene! And yes, there will be a repeat. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I glazed with thick gooey cum the long, sweet body of a quasi-hipster here in Washington, DC. I'm slowly making my way home from down south and have stopped off for the week to visit friends and, admittedly, sample from a pool of men I haven't fucked in much for a few years. Sadly there are a *lot* of guys here who are still on, still using the exact same pictures they had when I lived here four years ago. And some of them have even hit me up! But there does look to be a good bit of new meat. The guys here are much more whitebread than they are in NYC, but the conservative, well-groomed look does still have a pretty good hold on me. (When I first moved here, in my 20s, I just adored the Republican-with-the-sharp-part-in-the-hair look. I still kinda do sometimes, though I much prefer the typical Brooklyn scruffy/ethnic look.) A few of these guys hit me up but wouldn't host or ran away when I asked them to let me stick my filthy bare bone inside their pristine, muscular bodies. But this one guy hit me up seeming quite nice and together, being precise about when he'd be free to hook up and where he was and so on and so forth. He was 6'2, well over my height limit for fucking (which I really wanted to do today), but he had a handsome bearded face and buzzed head, just perfect for cocksucking. Overall he was the ottery type that I love but who is never into me back. He did warn me that he was working from home so I'd have to endure him occasionally stopping to check his work email. "But we can have sex for as long as you want otherwise," he said. Bingo! He was only about 6 blocks from the coffee shop where I was working (and eye-fucking a very cute, meaty other scruffy dude with beautiful thick thighs!) so I packed up and sauntered over for what I hoped would be a nice servicing session. I was totally not disappointed. When I showed up he looked pretty good, not as built as in his pictures (which, come to think of it, I think might have been faked or old; he was really just average built, though nice and tight enough; he didn't have the tits of furry steel I saw in the pictures). We kissed and there was like zero chemistry. I was like eesh. I really don't respond to tall guys, which is silly but true, and his kisses were rather wooden, without much lip action, leaving me feeling rather like I was sucking on the rigid felt mouth of a Muppet. But I did like his beard and his eyes were rather soulful and smoldering in a way. I thought, well, let's try. We went to his sty of a bedroom-- clothes all over the place in heaps-- and I climbed up on his bed, pushed the gigantic ball of bedclothes onto the floor so we had a flat, unencumbered surface to work on, and asked him to get to work between my legs. "Start out nice and slow," I said, so he would not be spooked by my lack of an erection but take the cue to bring me to life in a bit of a production (which all but the worst lays actually rather enjoy, if you act like it is normal.) And he did, very slowly working his fuzzy mouth up my thighs and over my balls to the bottom of my slowly lengthening shaft. When my dickhead finally slipped into that bearded mouth, a jolt of intense pleasure ran over my body. This was one of those guys who just gave incredibly velvety, perfect head. Once I was in his mouth I was hard as a rock in a few throbbing seconds, and when he felt my dickhead expanding on his tongue he made genuinely appreciative grunts of approval and sucked at it harder-- but not too hard. He made every millimeter of my dick feel like a dick should feel. Man, he made me glad I have a dick. He ran his big, vascular, long-fingered hands all over my hairy body, stroking lightly against my hair. After a while I planted my feet on his hairy meaty thighs and slowly fucked my dick up into his mouth. Everything I did, he responded to perfectly. When he felt me bucking my hips he perfectly matched my rhythm, pushing his silky mouth down when I fucked up; slowly sliding that beautiful tongue back from shaft to head as I lowered my hips and pulled my tool out of him. FUCK that was good head. After a long interval of staring transfixedly at his white round asscheeks raised in the air as he worked on me, I had to get down and taste. I told him to lay still, and slithered off the side of the bed and went around to lower my face into that deep, inviting cleft. But just before my nose brushed against the skin, he twisted his body aside with a start, and said, "You may not want to do that.... I didn't really have to time, uh, prepare." He'd told me he took a shower before I got there, so I assumed it was fine, but I figured he knew best what state his ass-crack was in. So I slapped it and kneaded it wistfully, and said, "Well, just let me look at it, then." He lowered himself flat again, with one leg hitched out to the side a bit, and his rear seemed to recede into an unreachable distance while I stroked it all over with my hands and lovingly brushed a fingertip along the center. I seriously wanted to sample this. But what can you do? Instead I went around side of him, stuck my dick in his mouth, and held the back of his buzzed head with one hand, and gripped one beautiful protruding chunk of butt-muscle with the other, and drilled my tool into his grateful, accepting mouth. When I flipped him on his back to grind my tool against his, it swung away from his body trailing a long, viscous sting of clear, glistening precum. I squeezed his very fat dickhead between my fingers and a gob of it appeared at his cumhole like a drop of nectar from the throat of a honeysuckle, and I put it in my mouth. Not as sweet as my own, a little cummier, but beautifully slick and sexual on my tongue. We had an hour of extremely sensual sex, and he kept his eyes open whenever I was on top of him, staring into my face. He was not very demonstrative or noisy, but I could see in his eyes, and feel in the slickness of his constantly oozing meat, that he was in a zone of real pleasure. A nonstop indie soundtrack was playing from his computer in the other room. I must say I have found these indie/hipstery types to be awesomely attuned to me in bed. It's a shame more of them are not attracted to me... cuz they aren't. I grabbed his hand and we interlaced fingers and he sort of propped me up like that, as I pounded my body against his, with our dicks sliding together in our mutual slime. "That," he said, looking straight into my eyes, fixing me with his gaze the way his legs were fixed to mine and my hands fixed to his as well, "is awesome." And it was. He had told me online pretty quickly that he doesn't swallow. And sticking my dick in him was a non-starter. I fingered his asshole while I ground into him, fucking his pubes, and wanted to penetrate him with an intense longing. He could feel my dick wanting to cum, I think, and he looked straight at me and asked where I wanted to unload. I reiterated my desire to cum in him, and he looked pleased, as if he just wanted to hear me beg for it again. "You can cum anywhere else you want," he said. I considered a facial, but then I decided I really just wanted to fuck the cum out of myself against his beautiful silky skin while he wrapped his thighs around my waist. So I told him, and he did, and I did, rearing up just at the last minute to allow the ropes of sexual fluid to jet out all over his torso. I wasn't cumming as hard as I often do, so the jets were not the long straight jets hitting neck, face, and wall that I really like to see myself produce. But he loved being plastered by my orgasm. "That feels GREAT," he said. "I'm GLAZED!" "Like a donut," I said, slapping his shoulder a bit, and kissing his handsome face. He lay there a while deeply satisfied with the feeling, and I stroked his gooey dick a while, but I don't think he cared much about getting off. He just wanted to look at my spooge. "Do you always cum like that??" he asked. I told him I did when I was excited. He just kept looking down at himself. "I won't lie," he said, "I really wanted you to fuck me." God, did I ever want inside him, too. But I was happy with what we did. Felt great. I rinsed in the shower and we talked for a good while about music, and how DC has changed-- he's lived here even longer than I did. He was happy that I recognized some of his music and asked to friend me on facebook. We talked about playing the piano and being completely unable to comprehend the guitar, in exactly the same way. It was nice. But after a while, as I was yammering and yammering, he suddenly said, "I think I have to stop you there, and get back to work." I felt dumb but understood, and collected my keys and phone and things. As I was about to leave, he looked me right in the face, and said, "Basically, I need to tell you that you have, like, the PERFECT dick. It went down my throat to the base, but if it was even half an inch longer I'd be gagging on it." I love being appreciated for my dick and testicular secretions, so this was icing on the cake. We hugged and kissed one last time and I trotted out into the sunshine, feeling very fine. I'm sure all the bums in Logan Circle could tell I'd just had an awesome blowjob by a fawning admirer. Isn't it always obvious? I love my dick! I love sex! I love good cocksuckers! Ah! More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I’d spent the better part of my work day yesterday procrastinating with a pig buddy of mine. We texted each other naught things— enough to get me all riled up. I needed sex last night— no, CRAVED it. Especially after not getting any all weekend. So I jumped on all the usual online spots. Nothing panned out until I answered a guy’s CL ad. Married, he needed some ass on the DL. I hit him up and he responded quickly. He said he really enjoyed fucking me earlier this year and was game for a rematch. Whaaaaaa? I hook up a lot. I mean a LOT. And get a few from Craigslist. But without a pic and with precious little description, I was damned I I could figure out who it was. But I was so fucking horned up, I told him to cum over. When I opened the door, it was instantly one of those “Oh… yeah. You.” Moments. Decent enough guy. Late 40’s. married. Decent 7” cock with a big knob. But not a good fuck. In fact, last time he fucked me (poorly) for 45 minutes and never came. Greaaaaaaaaaaat. But we hit my bedroom and I sucked him and got him nice and hard. He even sucked me a little— and my suck I mean he licked at my head a little and maybe put the tip in his mouth. So I got on the bed and he wanted me to ride him— So I did. That was probably the best part as I could get him deep and control where his mushroom head massaged inside me. But he was never gonna cum that way. So he had me pull off and get on my stomach. Flat on my stomach is probably my least favorite position unless the guy is well hung and a dirty, furry chested Dom top daddy type. Then it’s sorta hot feeling the other guys weight on top and his hips thrusting into me. But from a pleasure standpoint, it is NOT my favorite position. Especially when the top forces my legs together and wants me to clench my ass. I have a meaty, muscular ass, see? And when a top has my cheeks together, that cuts down a good couple inches of potential depth of thrust. Which is no fun. It becomes very… utilitarian. Basically the only reason I let tops fuck me in this position is to get them to cum in my ass. Period. This guy was sawing away at me in this position and I just repeatedly begged for him to put his swimmers inside me. It took 5 mores minutes of huffing and puffing but it happened. He told me he was getting close, then he launched his load. He paused after, then fucked me some more. I could tell he came a lot by the wet, sloppy feel inside me when he started fucking his babies into my guts. He pulled out and had me jack off while he fingered his load remnants into my hole. Not the best sex— but I did end with his jizz in my ass. Right before bed, I squatted and purged out a few thick gobbets of semen. I thought was his entire load. So I went to bed. The next morning when I was getting ready for work (still naked), it felt like I needed to fart. So I let it rip— only it wasn’t a fart. It was a HUGE wet blob of cum! It spattered all over my tile floor, it it’s clear, gooey goodness. It took a full size bounty towel to clean that mess up! More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... There is a fuck buddy that lives down the street from me, the other night I went over to his place. We got naked, and I picked him up and threw him on the bed, face down. I spread his cheeks and licked his hole. Sticking my tongue deep in his hole and making him squeal. I slid my dick into his wet muscled hole, pulled him up to his hands and knees and began to fuck his ass. He turned and we made out as I fucked him, and i fucked him in various positions. At one point I pulled out, and was rubbing his butt, sliding my fingers in and out of his hole, four of my fingers were in him rather easily, I told him to get on his back, and I put some SPUNK LUBE on my hands and some on his hole, i worked my fingers in, and while his ass gave some resistance at my knuckles, soon it gave way, and my fist was soon inside of his ass and stretching his walls. I worked my fist in and out of his hole, slowly... feeling the warmth of his insides, he moaned loudly as my hand worked inside of him, and my kisses quieted the moans into a burning whimper. I twisted my hand inside of him, round and round, in and out... Slowly, i kissed him as i picked up the pace with my hand. Soon, I was punching his open hole, the pre-cum was leaking, coating his abs. Deeper... harder... his body began to shake, as cum began to ooze out of his cock. I kissed him again, and once his orgasm had subsided, i pulled out my hand, and put in my dick. I fucked him until i shot two loads of cum in his ass. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Yesterday I had my final assignation (no pun intended) with the little hardbody here in my hometown. My partner flew in right after and I've been busy in a trip to the mountains with him and my nephews, tubing and eating and relaxing, and just have a few moments to jot down a few recollections of this awesome, intimate, intense, deep, naturally bare fuck with this unusually responsive bottom. When I got to his place and ran the bell, the door flew open instantly as if he'd been standing right inside waiting. We stood making out in his foyer for ages. We barely made it from there to the kitchen, where I unzipped his fly and stuck my already turgid member in his underpants, sending him into proxysms of pleasure. He undid my shorts and let them fall to the floor and sucked my dick like I was the only man on earth. I remember stepping out of the shorts so I could open my legs a bit and give him better access to my nuts, which he caressed lovingly while gulping my meat down. I watched myself get pleasures in nothing but a white polo and a pair of yellow chucks and thought, fuck I love being a man. My thighs and meat looked huge next to this horny little guy. And we went to the bedroom and he pressed his hard body into me with a desire that is impossible to fake. He worshiped me and made me feel like a king and tolde "I wish you lived here I love being with you" and he took my ramrod into him over and over as I pounded the bed audibly against the wall and he obeyed when I commanded "Look at me when I cum in you" and his pupils were dilated with naked hungry pleasure as I unloaded all my sexual fluids into his little body. It was good. So fucking good. We cooled off together in the shower and he asked me to Facebook him and I left. It was a fantastic goodbye. I only have one question. Why does everyone's towels *smell* like that?? More...