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To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He clips his chest hair. It's not a deal breaker, but it is disheartening. I'd almost understand it if he had this super chest. He has a nice one, a very fine one, but not overly defined. Like me, his nipples are his weakness. He likes them played with lightly (like me) and continuously (like me). 38, 6'0, 170, top, pushing 8" in the dick department and a nice sized thickness to it - as you can start to tell from the penis ensconced in the briefs. A nice head on it too. The man is distant, even when he's standing right in front of you. It's one of those things you sense he is like even with close friends - and trust me, I'm not one of those. I suck his dick - that's it. Kind of. The first time, he wanted his cock sucked. That's what I do. He liked seeing my thick dick, but it was to be my lips on his prick. Though he also wanted to see me bent over, which naturally I complied. He spoke briefly of fucking me, but we hadn't discussed, there was no prep, but in reality, he asked if I had a condom. So I sucked. He liked his nipples fondled the entire time I blew him. Both. So I was on my knees with both my arms reached overhead to stimulate his chest. That's what he liked. Now and again, I'd stand and he'd turn around so I could run my tongue up his neck and along his short-haired head....sometimes to his ear. This stimulated him as well, as it did me for some reason. But it was always back to cocksucking. I'm a cocksucker. I pride myself, and my skills, of using my mouth to get men off. That is cocksucking. I'm a cocksucker. But I totally get some men need other means to take them over that edge. Sometimes it is just a hand (mine or theirs) or a combination of hand and mouth. I won't necessarily say it makes me feel successful to make them ejaculate this way, but busting a nut is busting a nut - any way possible. But as I got this man close with my mouth, he took over. Keeping me a little at arm's length, he vigorously stroked his rod, leaving the head of his dick just past my lips. See? The problem with this, with most guys, is that that they can't control their orgasm. Cum flies everywhere because their head is in a different space than their balls, their hand or their shaft. It's a fucking waste or sperm. They have little technique and lesser aim. Why are they wasting the load??? This guy could not take his cock being in my mouth at the point of ejaculation. He couldn't even stand having it finish getting his rocks off before pulling away by a good 1-2'. What's that about? Once, perhaps. Twice? Of course, it's a really really nice cock to suck - so it might to be hard to say 'no' to a third try. But I don't see the ending scenario changing. Though - what I did get was a nice part of a load - just not the whole thing. I don't understand guys at all. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... for those of you keeping score on my load count for this year you will note a sudden surge in loads over the past few weeks. that's because i've hosted a number of hot cock-sucking sessions at my hotel room as i've been traveling a lot on business lately. i'm averaging about 4 - 6 loads per session and have done 4 sessions now...how quickly the loads add up! i'll blog details on one of the particularly hotter sessions soon. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here "The door will be unlocked, shut it, lock it and come find me". I know he has a sling in the basement, not that I've ever been to the basement, but this is knowledge he has dropped on me before. This horny bottom was hoping and waiting. Before even trying downstairs, I looked on the main level and lo and behold there he was - in his bedroom. Worst player of Hide n Seek ever! ....and I told him so. There was to be no sling that day, just what we had been doing for the last month - a little foreplay with him sitting in his Nasty Pig jock and his arms behind his head as he remained propped up on his pillows. Oh yes, I went to his pits and licked them. I think there was more than his man funk in them. I'm not sure if it was old deodorant or not, but I'm not a fan of that, not that it stopped me. Not that he stopped me. I tongued them both clean. He was good to go. I licked his chest too. I also used my fingers to lightly touch his torso, his thighs, his head. I love it when guys do that to me, it gets me going on another level, but I'm never sure if I have that kind of touch. He responded ok, but not like I do.....not that everyone has to be like me. No one should be saddled with my behavior. Yeah, I worked my way down to his jock. His nuts were hanging out, so I did lap at those. That did get a huge reaction. So did me eating his ass with the jock still one. He wasn't clean clean down there, but he was by the time I finished. Then it was a few minutes on his cock. Then it was onto the main event. I have to hand it to John. Without the help of any ED drugs, the man can keep it hard for hours - and he's in his 40s. Maybe that is a testament to me, but I'm not one to take credit like that. Biology has something to do with it. And while turning into fuck buddies, it would seem (this is time #4 in 5 weeks), we connect on a sexual level. He likes to fuck and well........I seemingly like to take it up the ass. And I did. For 90 minutes this day. No breaks. No stops, except to move into other positions. Time #3, which I didn't blog about, was a 75 minute fuck. This is a man who has stamina and knows what he is doing and clearly likes his work. Not unlike the Rough and Tumble guy from my previous post, there were all the positions. I might have to find a guy who can hold me against a wall and fuck me while he stands up with my legs wrapped around him. I still haven't done that one.....................yet. John asked me what my favorite position was to be fuck in - and my standard and truthful answer is, whichever the top wants me to be in. When we did change positions, the way his cock would pull out - and push back in - felt incredible. To the point where not only I told him so, but that it made me realize that extracting a dick that way is such a different feeling than when it slides out after orgasm. I don't like that feeling near as much. The 75 minute fuck the week before made me a tad sore for a day or so. I wasn't sure what the hour and a half pounding would do. (it made me sore, but I powered through it - thanks for your concern!) The "joke" is that John would have gone on for longer than 90 minutes, but he had a conference call he had to be on. It was the first time I saw him cum. Well, it's the first time I wasn't face down or him humping me from behind. I never did see the cum. I was on the edge of the bed, looking right at him, and him right at me. Eye to eye. Technically, he never told me he ejaculated. The intensity of his face, his furrowed brow, the quiver of his lip and the constricted throat that emitted a howling groan just made me assume something was happening in his nether region. Call it a hunch. It took both of us a good 5-10 minutes to come down off that scene. His dick still firmly implanted in me.....until it slid out in that unceremonious way that I was saying earlier I don't appreciate. He threw on shorts, as the call was coming up sooner than later. I dressed and walked to the door, collecting my keys and phone. "Don't let that ooze out on your drive home". It didn't. It stayed in me until the next morning. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here This week I had a message from a guy that works very close to my office. He found me online and wanted to find out if I would be up for taking a load from him during the day. I replied yes, as you know I would... Today I saw him and gave him my contact info. About an hour later I had an email saying that he wanted to be blown. This is a younger guy, and from the cock pics I saw I knew it would be a mouth full and I also saw the he had some ginger in him. Yum. At the designated time I was in the bathroom when he walked in and headed for the largest stall. I followed behind and got down on my knees. As he was pulling out his semi erect cock, I was already getting hard. Yes, it was a hot red head, and with some tantalizingly hairy nuts too. HOT. I immediately took his cock into my mouth and started to suck and slurp. It was not long before he was at full mast, and I was giving head to the cock I knew would be filling my mouth and throat with it's thick shaft. Sure enough, once he was rock hard I opened my throat and let him slide in. Well, he took that as a sign and began to fuck my face. My cock was bursting to be released, but I did not want to waste any time pulling it out. Because we could hear people in the adjacent bathroom I made sure to curb my gag reflex - and it was not easy with that cock pummeling my tonsils so hard. Fuck, it was hot - I had to pull off a bit to catch my breath, but then went straight back down on him. I used my hand to stroke the shaft while I worked my lips and tongue around his swollen head. My other hand was cupping and fondling his cum filled balls. More stroking and swallowing, then it was time to see if we could get every inch down my throat again. Yep, perfect fit. His breathing started to get heavier and his mushroom head was also starting to swell....and you know those signs! While I had him in my mouth he told me that he was about to cum. Usually I would love to have a first time load hit my face and savor the feeling of his splattering onto my tongue and lips, but I had no way to clean up in this bathroom , so I just nodded and let him begin to blow... With the first spurt his shaft swelled and I could feel how thick his load was....fuck!! After that first shot, I leaned forward to let his cock bury down my throat and blast it straight down my gullet. Sometimes there is not a scene more hot than a deep throat blast and being able to feel the pulse as each volley of jizz gushes out. This was one of those - not a drop missed and the sweet flavor of hot young ginger spunk as I headed back to work. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here One of the fascinating aspects of Xtube is how a contributor makes a grand splash with some great videos and then disappears. Guys lose interest, or experience lifestyle changes in a relationship that doesn't have room for porn, whatever. So, that said, check out these newbies while they're hot, or disappear, they and their fabulous videos. Point in fact: one contributor who goes by the name of CAsexpig. He says he's an ex-Marine and he likes to pimp out a skinny white bottom to big black daddy tops. The set-up involves a sling and rarely do we catch sight of the bottom's face, but on the other hand there are a few dozen snippets of huge, thick ebony wood clearing out a most responsive, expressive and elastic hole; it seems to be the same bottom in all these sequences, so our hats go off to him...he's a hot piece of white ass. Most uploads are short, but a good enough number are 2 to 3 minutes, and there's one that's about 25 minutes, but rest assured you'll get long dickin', internal loads, creampies and rosebuds. And I almost forgot: CAsexpig provides a streaming narrative of trash talk but manages to avoid racialist or disease-related references. The image quality is better than fair with vivid capture of aforesaid expressive asslips wrapped around all those anonymous cum donors. CAsexpig is one of the better new contributors to Xtube library. More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... The original CUMDUMP, "chicago cumdump, "cuntarmo" 2006-present Those are 4 items that I like to have when I take loads. This is my "cumdump" paraphernalia. I have taken countless loads while sniffing those poppers, wearing that blindfold and red jock with the lubed asshole. Cumdump in it's usual pose as pictured by one of random breeders. I would spend all my life in that pose. Come experience the CUMDUMP for yourself! Thank you and CUM AGAIN! More (many of his blog posts have video)...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... A visitor to LA was holding a gangbang tonight, once I was done with work, I went over to the Sunset Dunes. I went to his room and opened the door, the smell pf cum, sweat, and sex filled the air. Blindfolded with a red bandana, laying on his stomach was a slab of muscle. I dove into his glistening and sloppy hole, sucking the cum from his ass. He instantly began to moan. I slid my dick into his well lubed ass and began to pump and pound his muscled butt. "It feels so good. sir!!!" "I love your dick sir!!!!" "I need your cum, sir!!!" His buddy was watching in the corner, watching me use his hole, stroking his cock. I held him down, fucked him, and pressed that extra bit at the end to make sure he felt it. He was moaning and whimpering into the pillow, his hole undoubtedly sore from 4 hours of getting fucked. A knock on the door, another black guy entered, I pulled out and he went to town on his ass, fucking him faster and faster until he shot his nut in him. I ate that load out, and went to fucking him, the hot fresh load on my lips and his his hole was too much, and I fired off inside of his guts. Great ass, and once he visits, i hope to nail him again. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Best excuse yet for why someone who has strung me along for half an hour on Manhunt suddenly dropped off the face of the earth rather than give me his address so we can actually fuck? "Sorry, I'm refinancing my condo." More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I said "What the hell" to myself and went over to the house of a 58 year old dude so I could just get off down the throat of a decent cocksucker already. I'm pretty sure I've fucked my way through the few available bottoms here so I didn't have high expectations for anything, and he looked okaaaaay in his pictures, but at least said all the right things in response to my craigslist ad about wanting to park himself between my legs and lap away at my joystick till my nuts squirt. So while he really was a bit on the old side for me, I decided to give him a whirl. Ironically, this is after being pestered for the better part of an hour by a 19-year-old yesterday who has "had sex 4 times" and thinks I'm the hottest guy on a4a. I'm sure he says that to all the girls, and who knows if he's for real or not, but I'd turned him down long ago and he seemed genuine in having pined away for me ever since; he also convincingly conveyed that didn't know what raw fucking was (he seemed to think it meant I wanted to fuck him UNTIL he was raw, but recovered with an insouciance and willingness to submit to it that at least *seemed* 19 years old to me). Feeling rather geezerlike myself, I kept stringing him along, amused and not a little titillated by the idea of dumping my seed into a kid barely older than my nephews. But the pictures were just too, too angelically applecheeked and underdeveloped (though the dick and ass weren't). I couldn't imagine getting a boner for that in person. I wasn't into most guys that age even when I *was* that age. And when I pulled up to the Game Geezer's apartment, and saw him standing outside looking for me anxiously because it could be "confusing" to find his place (it wasn't), I thought, I dunno how I can get a boner for *that*, either. But I also felt, despite my middle-aged paunchy and wrinkled reality, like a golden god of beauty visiting a mere mortal, to bestow my heavenly testicular ambrosia on the unsuspecting and righteous. I figured, he and I can make this be all about my dick. And it was in fact all about my dick, and I love my dick, and he loved my dick, and my dick loved it too, so, success! Once in his place he gestured at his vast collection of armchairs, sofas, loveseats, and loungers in his vaguely country living room, asking if I wanted to do it there or go upstairs. I opted for upstairs, so we tromped up there to a giant mission-style bed. And I unceremoniously pulled my shorts off and hopped on the bed and told him to show me what he's got. He pulled off his pants but left his shirt on, positioned himself at the altar, and began a very sweaty worship session. He was shaking and kept having to pull off to breathe; I dunno how often he gets lucky but he seemed pretty overwhelmed and I fantasized with some alarm that he might have a heart attack down there with my meat still in his mouth. He kept wiping his brow with both hands while still firmly clamped down on my organ! It was rather amusing. After a while he said, "Let me take my shirt off, it's kind of hot," and the sight was not the loveliest in the world. His skin was very, very wet and clammy. He kept clamping my thighs against his body with his armpits. His technique was not bad at all, though, and he followed instructions well enough to be quickly led to my dickhead's best hotspot, and dedicated enough to essentially hit that spot over and over relentlessly without letup until I'd come to the edge at least three times, and also knew enough to back off instantly when I said so. Eventually he really seemed uncomfortable, so I asked how he was doing. He wobbled up on his forearms and nodded towards the foot of the bed, which was raised. "My shins keep banging into that," he admitted. "Maybe we can lay diagonally, and I can stretch out better?" We tried that, but then MY head was banging against the ledge at the top of the headboard. The things one endures when getting his cock serviced! "How about we go down to one of those chairs," I suggested perkily, feeling tremendously unsexy with the whole situation, but undeniably in the spell of his rather attentive head and wanting to be edged a few more times. He agreed and we went down there. I positioned myself on couch #9 with my legs open, and he got on all fours in front of me and my boner stuck straight out and right down his throat at the perfect angle. It almost felt detached from my body, like this amazing cosmic dick floating in space before me, radiating delightful ripples of pleasure into me. I had mostly kept my eyes closed this whole time, really just focusing on the pleasure more than him or myself. And it carried me to the brink of an orgasm I thought I could edge away from again, but could not; it was determined to come pulsing out of me and it did, hard. He squealed and somehow managed to sweat even more as he gulped me down. Mighty fine for a twenty-minute blowjob. He kept tonguing my length lightly as I deflated and leaked my last few drops of left-behind jizz through my cumhole. And then he popped me out and I zipped up rather unceremoniously, complimenting him on his pretty, flagstoned back yard. He flashed a smile that was full of preternaturally white, straight choppers, rather reminding me of a from when I was a kid. He told me to "bring those balls by again if they fill up," which I found charming, but I'm outta here, dads, and can't wait.But now I *am* hoping I might run into the right 19 year old to sponge in. Something has clicked. Egad. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here His profile has him billed at 50, 6'2", 225. His pics didn't make him look that old or that heavy. But you know how pics on the internet can be, suspect at best. He was that big. He carried a bit of a belly, but he was just a thick, solid guy. His cock was a solid 7", just as he promised. It was rock hard in his shorts when he answered the door. I should say, it's one of the longest I've traveled for cock - over 30 miles each way. I was that horny. He had been after me for days, and I had a window, and I took it. Well, he took me - let's be honest. He (never got a name) said he was all top and he was. I can't tell you how many "tops" want to suck my dick or bend over for it. I don't think they know what the word means and by the time I figure that out, it's much to late to edjumacate them. With those cases, we both end up being dissatisfied due to their own honesty - just one of those things I do not understand. But 'he' was true to his word or stayed in character - fine by me. I was sucking him in the the dining room, before he just told me to follow him to what I'm guessing was the guest room. I'm sure he wasn't having me in where he and his partner sleep. I don't care that he plays on the side - that is for him and his partner to work out, if they haven't already. The guy was built like a former college football player who let himself go a bit. Mind you, one with a natural flair for decorating, and 168 beats per minute disco piping throughout the house, as well as tvs playing male adult movies, but a former jock nonetheless. ...and yes, I'm sure I'm making some judgements there. There was no true foreplay other than he liked his tits played with - HARD. I like mine played with nice and light - and as you know it will get you anywhere you want to go if you do it like that. So the instincts of what I liked overrode what he enjoyed. He didn't enjoy light play. So I played hard. Sometimes too hard, if he were to believed. He fucked face hard. Very hard. Good thing I can take it. I mean, I can certainly take the depth and width. The faster thrusts can prove to be a challenge. The thing about cocksucking, as with getting fucked, or lifting weights, it's about the breathing. You can do almost anything if you can establish a good breathing pattern. His violent and faster and faster thrusts in my mouth made it hard to get into that rhythm. Don't get me wrong, I completely get that some men get hard (or off) on making guys, and hearing guys, gag. For those guys who are too nice but like that behavior, I'm not above fake gagging now and again to make them stiffer. But this guy was no pretender. I don't know if he liked the gagging, but he got me to. I felt like a failure, not being able to take the dick the way I said I could. It didn't lessen his hard-on or stop him from doing what he was doing. I guess all was right with the world. But it was fucking that he wanted - that lured me 30+ miles. The man remained hard for well over an hour. I lay at the edge of his bed so he could stand and enter me. I was farther back with my ankles well over my head as he POUNDED me. I was the little spoon as he pumped me from behind. I sat on him and rode him. I was on all fours. I was on my knees, with my head and shoulders to the bed. Eventually I was on my belly. I lost track of time, but he was quick to point out he wasn't a quick cummer. NO. FUCKING. SHIT. He had every intention of fucking me for another hour, and as much as I "claimed" to want that, my schedule wouldn't allow that. I still have a long drive home at rush hour. Oh - and I was sore. And a little more. Hell, I tell most everything else on this blog, why not just go for it. There is a point in a long, hard fuck that a guy just truly opens up the bottom. The resistance to the hole is less, the plunging can be deeper. And that can be wonderful. But there is also a point where the bottom starts to lose sense of ....just how fresh am I feeling down there. The impulses to opening up for the fuck and well......opening up too much are the same and you don't know what is actually what. And trust me, I don't want to be that messy guy, and I've never known how to ask. My initial thought is, if it's gross, they'd tell me - right? But guys can be strange and as much as I don't know how to ask, they don't know how to tell / say. So I just begged for the fucking cum. The man was unrelenting in his assault on my asshole. This is when I went into breathing mode. I was belly to the mattress and just kind of went limp the way a rape victim might. I breathed through what was becoming slight discomfort. Don't say "oh, wow poor guy" about me. It was my situation and I wanted the dick and load, but with that kind of fuck, a guy gets sore. No way around it. But I went with it and instead of being an active bottom, I became a hole. I let him just pummel my butt and clearly he was getting off on it. There was no doubt about that with this guy. The only thing to interrupt my breathing was me asking for the load. Begging for it. He delivered. On his time table, not mine. As it should be. I knew the amount of cum seemed sizable. And as I said, it was a long drive home, so it would be challenging on multiple levels. He tossed me a bottle of water, told me to hydrate and showed me the door. There was no discussion of 'maybe we can do this again'. We both had our curiosity satisfied and I thin we were both done. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here This trick from two nights past was a rangy black country boy with a bit of shyness. And oh yeah...with a big dik...that he liked to use like a plunger. I have read many bottoms write how they could feel jets of cum blasted deep in their asses. I've always thought this was total bullshit; in my time I have taken literally gallons of cum by now, and I'm pretty sure I'd know if I could feel seed planted deep in my hole. But if they only imagined it then I guess it might as well have been so, being as it enhanced their sexual experience. I can't say I felt his black cum as she shot up my butt but he came after only a couple of minutes...and kept on fuckin'...so that I heard and felt (!) that squishy seed on the edges of my buttlips, and the way he kept plunging in deeply then withdrawing, then working that big black dik of his all around my messy hole...yeah, I could feel all that going on. Does that count? A shot of cum lasts a nanosecond, but a messy anal massage with cum spilling out lasts much longer, to be sure. After country boy left, I just lay around for a while, fingering my hole, licking his black cum off my fingers. That pleasure lasted a lot, lot longer. Oh yeah. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Next week is my last week in this goddamn Southern hell-hole, which I am desperately sick of looking at every day as I driiiiive from nowhere to nowhere doing nothing. And I can't wait to get back to NYC and my partner and my home and my friends. As of this afternoon I hadn't gotten off since last Friday, and have been prickteased and lied to to death. I've had people who want to suck my dick show me a picture of their own dick, and get huffy when I suggest that maybe that doesn't help me decide whether I want to meet them for their desired purpose. I've had a guy text me at 11pm telling me he wanted to hook up but couldn't, because a friend came over and fell asleep on his couch but maybe if he wakes up I can come over. My sister went to the beach for the weekend today, so I finally had a place where I could host if I wanted to-- it was iniquitous to do so but a man has needs. So I made the rounds of dudes who said they'd hook up if only I could host-- which is at least 3/4 of this town; I never been in a place where so many adults had putative roommates, not even NYC-- and was still turned down by almost all of them. But one dude did seem game. There was a lot of cat and mouse-- it's too far! maybe it's not! I'm too busy! Maybe I won't be! But finally, after I'd given up on him and was wandering around a Target looking for slippers for my mother, he suddenly texted saying he'd meet met in 20 minutes. So I dropped everything and rushed to the appointed place-- I couldn't invite him directly to my sister's without seeing him first, or whatever-- hoping maybe he'd drain me right and earn my gigantic load.Well, he didn't. He drove up looking cuter than his picture, with a scruffy beard and a nice big-featured but long, open face, which was a nice surprise. He crept along behind me through the inexplicably horrid traffic right around my sister's house, wasting ten minutes on going about 2000 feet. We went into the house, both took leaks in separate bathrooms, then stripped. His body was pretty uninspiring, and he was very tall, but he was cute. Kissed way too aggressively, like he was eating my face off. He had asked me if I would reciprocate the head early on in our discussions. I didn't really want to, but I'd told him I would so I could get sucked myself. So I hopped on the bed and said, "Me first!" and opened my legs. He got between them and worked my soft dick pretty well, and I held his buzzed head while it bobbed in my lap and cooed encouragement. He stopped and looked me right in the face and said, "Don't give me directions." WELL! That pretty much killed it for me. I like very bottomy bottoms who are into me calling the shots. Barring that, it's nice if my sex partners have even the vaguest idea of what might be considered extremely unsexy in bed. I laughed and didn't say anything, but at this point the blow job turned into a taffy pull. I decided I'd just suck his dick, which looked fairly long in the pix, hoping to get something out of this completely ruined experience. It wasn't hard yet either but after I slid down and worked it, it got hard pretty quick. I felt the beard under my chin rubbing against his firm, meaty balls. He got hard fast and it was a pretty nice tool, long and not too thick, with a nice precummy taste. I got into it pretty well, and so did he, judging by the slowly intensifying taste, and I got hard enough to stick it in his mouth. He was pretty aggressive with the sucking, too, and used his hand way too much. He took about eighty hits of poppers which made the room reek. I moved into a 69 position and fucked into his skull with his long bone snaking all the way down my throat while he hooted with pleasure. And I unceremoniously came in his mouth, figuring I just wanted not to have the cum inside me any more and this was as good as it was going to get. He made a surprised, perhaps indignant noise, and pulled me out and let my cum glob all over the damn place. I met him on BBRTs and he knew I was a top, so I have no idea what was up with him or what he was expected. Then he beat himself off. We made rather stilted chitchat as we cleaned up and got dressed, and he ran off fairly quickly. I think it might have been better just to have masturbated to my voluminous and largely unused porn collection, building up a huge cumshot to film and get stills from for my online profile, or something. I've wasted more cum in this stupid state than I did on my pubescent bedsheets. In a way I am not that interested in sex right now. The roller coaster situation with my mother and my family, and intensely missing my husband, has made me just want to go home and nest and refamiliarize myself with the sights of my neighborhood, my Brooklyn. So this blog may stay sleepy for a while. Sorry folks! More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here One must show his best manners when he is the last one left at a sex party and the host isn't interested in having sex with him. This happened to me last Sunday, but my good manners were rewarded in the end. Now understand that I had arrived late by two whole hours, which is a long time when it comes to sex. There were guys already leaving as I was undressing. I had a couple of beers, and just enjoyed the fine desert weather, but the crowd thinned to nothing as I lounged alone, out back, poolside...with a cool Tecate in hand. It was so nice maybe I didn't care if I got fucked that day. But I was a guest, and nobody likes a guest who doesn't know when to leave. I had fully dressed, such as it was...four articles of clothing: baseball cap, an old orange A&F tennis shirt, khaki cargo shorts and flip flops...and then a tall, tanned stud, decorated in tribal tattoos, peeked from behind a black curtain. 'I know you,' he said. 'Yeah, and I know you, but from where?' 'I fucked you!' 'Oh yeah! You're (his barebackrt profile name)!' 'Are you really goin'?' 'Well, it's like everybody's left.' "I haven't left. Get your ass in the sling ,if you want.' Well, hell yeah, I want. This dude has a torpedo-shaped prod that he likes to drill relentlessly into toxic asses, shooting a load, then hustling off. He's fucked me a few times, always on a mattress, always with a lot of vigor, so I knew that a sling would only make his performance better. I was right. This was a fast and furious fuck, an athletic breeding lasting only 3 or 4 minutes but something you'll remember for a long time. Then we weren't alone anymore; the host had shown up and a youngish, firm and in-shape cub had materialized from somewhere. Cubby fortunately had no problem with sloppy seconds, fucking me nicely and cumming within a couple of minutes. Two good fucks and two loads within 5 minutes whereas sometimes it's 5 hours between fucks. I guess you need a sling to make it sing. No complaints here. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Now and again you get those hook-ups that are good but strange - you know? I placed a craigslist ad not too long ago and got very few responses, and you could weed out the flakes easily enough. I did get a blowjob deal - but that guy was such a fucking freak. 49 emails later, with him wanting a 3 way, me finding one and then the guy backing out because "I don't like black guys" was frustrating at best. I don't care he doesn't like a certain type of guy, but telling me up front before I go to the trouble to arrange would have been fucking helpful. But another response to my ad, a guy saw right to me: I am looking for a good sub. Fine with me. Now the ad was for head, but I might have left it open to other things. This guy took the bait. I was to come to his house, enter through the garage and we'd get it on. Getting to the neighborhood was iffy, but the condo was nice and the blue 5 series told me he wasn't living like his neighbors. The door was unlocked and I went in. No one at the ground level. I called up to the noise I heard upstairs, he couldn't hear me. I walked up the steps and knocked on the door that I'm almost certain went into the kitchen. He appeared. Late 40s, 6'2", 170, porn-like moustache. He also had a take charge attitude, which you know I like. The dick was nice, maybe 7.5" but a good sized thickness. He knew how to use it too. The first time (yes, there's been more than once), I sucked him good. I ate his shitter and I took it up the ass for a while. He did end up pulling out and coming in my face - which is what he wanted to do and his prerogative, though I think it's a waste of cum. The second time was a longer scene, but not by much. More ass eating. Some sucking. But the goal was fucking. The time before we had also discussed how in the past I've used ice cubes for fun. It was an off the cuff comment, but when I entered, he had a handful in a bowl by his chair. I sucked. I ate. I got on my back. He fucked me that way for a while. He pulled out and inserted an ice cube. My ass sucked it in nicely. I like the feeling of the lips enveloping the cube and in a way, sucking into my body - closing the door for no escape. It's almost automatic. He waited a few seconds before pushing his cock into me. He could feel the heat. He could feel the cold. The more he moved, the more it melted and became one with the fluids in my butt. We changed position where I was on top of him. I rode for a while, but it was not advantageous to him. No worries. On my knees - ass up, shoulders down, I felt another cube enter. I took it like a pro. He pushed in again. This time with a determination. He pumped my hole hard. There was no let-up. No remorse. No thinking of anyone but himself and getting off. With no words, just growls, he busted a nut up my ass. For that moment, his ass. My hole, but his ass. He pulled out way sooner than I would have liked, but he did it with finesse, which many guys do not. Still in that position, I no sooner felt another cube go up my ass. The door snapped shut. He then told me to pull on my shorts, that he had things to do. It could have been a dangerous drive home: three melted cubes and a huge load of sperm in my guts. But I am ummmm.....experienced. So I made it with no issues. Actually, keeping all up there for hours to come. Cool and hot....all at the same time. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Get on bbrt, MH, a4A, post Craigslist ads and start taking loads. Poppers help. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I tend to like Jungle Juice Platinum. I’ve tried max impact once… It was decent. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... That’s easy. The first time my buddy with the 10 inch cock fucked me raw and came inside me. Every time he fucks me, it’s the best sex I’ve ever had. More...

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Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I had QUITE the week this past week. *The tally goes as follows: 1 load Monday 2 loads Tuesday 3 loads Wednesday 2 loads Thursday (one oral, one anal) 1 Friday Yeah, I was quite the bottom fuck pig this past week. *I blame the near full moon. *And the fact that I had the opportunities. Three highlights from the week were the married guy who bred me no-questions asked, the hung grandpa with 8x6, and the cute guy I sucked off in a busy bathroom. So, on Tuesday morning I had some time and jumped on phone apps (scruff and grindr). *As it would happen, a hot man on Grindr started chatting with me. *He also had some time and needed to drop a load. And he was looking for absolutely “no strings”. * We arranged it, and he came over. *Very little talking, and no recip on his part. *He stripped as soon as he got in the door (as did I) and i immediately dropped to suck his cock. *He was still a bit flaccid when I started but then holy moley! *Damn was he a grower! 7 inches and THICK THICK THICK! I told him he’d have to go easy on me a bit at first, because… you know… i’m such a virgin. *So I got on all fours at the edge of the bed, he stood behind me, I poppered up, and he slipped in. Raw. No condom request or anything. *Just raw fucking. *He was true to his word and went slow at first. *But before long, he was buried and fucking away. *And then he pumped his nut deep in my ass. *Then it was a no-nonsense pull out, cleanup, and dash out the door. Perfect. Next was the big dick top. *I’d already had several nutloads this past week, and had two from a top with 7 inches (from BBRT) swimming in my guts, when grandpa agreed to cum over. He’s in the photo montage of cocks I posted. *His photo doesn’t really do him justice. *It’s really 8x6… with a curve to the left. *So hard and thick. *And uncut! He showed up at my place— and damn. *Grey hair in a pony tail and reeking of pot. *But the box he was pushing in his jeans made me overlook all that. I dropped and that fucker was already hard and ready to go. *He slipped on a cockring for added hardness, and we started fucking. *And fucking. *And FUCKING. Grandpa top sure knew what the fuck he was doing! *He started with me on all fours at the edge of the bed. *Thank god that guy earlier had loosened me up, because Granddad was in the mood to pound! *He slipped in with no mercy and fucked me. *Then it was both on the bed doggy. *Then it was him pounding sideways into my hole. Then he helicoptered around so his feet were up by my head and I was on my stomach. *He scrubbed my insides hard like that for awhile. * We also fucked on my back and on our sides. For him to cum, I needed to be ass up, head over the edge of the bed, him squatting behind me drilling down into me. *By the end I was so fucking open it was ridiculous… but the dirty talk eventually got him to dump his nut inside me. *And I was fucked OUT! Then Thursday morning, I met up with a “colleague” from out of town. *We’d been chatting on Scruff for three days, but finally had a chance to meat. *But only briefly. I told him I’d suck him off, but we’d have to meet somewhere public. *Parking ramp? *No… we ended up in a public bathroom in the hand-stall. *We thought we were alone at first, but evidently we didn’t check well enough. *Midway through the suck session, we hear a guy a few stalls over start to finish up. Holy fuck. *I KNOW he had to hear the whole thing. *Then we heard a couple different guys come in and piss while we were still going. *Eventually the guy busts in my mouth, and when the coast was clear we went our separate ways. I haven’t done a public suck off like that in a LONG time! *So risky! *So HOT! Those were the highlights. *The other fucks were good too, but these were the standout sessions. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... So my planned rendez-vous with the little hardbody on Wednesday, which necessitated Tuesday night's submission to a marathon nut-draining from Woody Harrelson, did not happen as planned, of course. But this was my fault-- I woke up that morning with unpleasant pains in my stomach that I spent the whole morning wishing away, but never went. It must have been something I ate, but I felt full of pressure and bloat. By 1pm I gave up, and texted him to say I felt a little sick and extremely unsexy, asking to go for Thursday instead. He wrote back right away expressing disappointment but saying Thursday was fine. Then Thursday he writes *me* and says *he* has a stomach problem. So we agree on Friday. I think, is this gonna turn into one of those things that fizzle out ridiculously because of scheduling issues? My fear was furthered when I hadn't heard from him by 3 on Friday, despite a couple of texts. I know his partner comes home around 6:30 or so, and we'd talked about trying to fuck all afternoon. So this didn't look promising either. I began to look for other possibilities, and found an unusually pretty black kid with a stupendously tight, muscular body, who asked if I ate ass. I said, "Like Chris Christie eats cheeseburgers." But I took too long to reply, and by the time I'd emitted this aperçu, he'd said, "Well this isn't going anywhere, I'm going out for a run. Bye" and signed off. Geesh! Little Hardbody finally wrote back an hour later, saying he was at the dermatologist and hoped it would be quick. Finally he said I could swing by at 5. When I asked how long he could spare, he texted back pithily, "hour." Hm! So much for fucking all afternoon. He couldn't even spend the time to type a two-letter article for his noun into his phone. It's rare I want to get together with a guy over and over like this at all, much less want to fuck him all afternoon on the third get-together, but I really wanted to. So I told him, "With you, I'll take what I can get," which seemed to really please him. And just before 5 I hopped in the car to go the few miles it took to get to him.Well, I was immediately snarled in traffic, arriving almost 15 minutes late and extremely deflated. We only had forty-five minutes now, and I felt sort of rushed. Worse, when I pulled up to his place, an unfamiliar big black pickup with a license plate reading BIGDADDY or something like that on it was parked in front, halfway on the grass, which seemed rather proprietary behavior. Had his partner come home early, while hardbody was in the shower, and so he couldn't warn me? Little hardbody had told me he would leave the front door open in case he was still in the shower when I got in, so I didn't have to knock. I couldn't just barge in there with BIGDADDY there! My heart kind of pounded a bit and I wondered what to do. Little Hardbody had rather proudly shown off some modeling shots of his partner from the 80s; it was hard to imagine that chiseled mannequin with feathered bangs now going by BIGDADDY, though the more recent picture he'd shown me on his phone looked overcooked and bloated and bald. I really didn't know what to do. I figured I could just ring the doorbell and try my acting skills if BIGDADDY answered the door. So I rang and waited. I was glad I actually remembered Little Hardbody's name, which given my inability to ever remember names was only possible because we had a conversation about it the time before, and how it was a character on Rhoda when I was a kid. The door opened slowly and little hardbody was there with his obnoxiously barky old dog. He was dressed but wet from the shower. I said hello and he basically lunged through the door at me, grabbing my waist and shoving his tongue down my throat. I endured this a little, and laughed and pushed him away, asking about the truck. "Oh!" he said, as if he forgot something. He seemed to start to say something, then said, "Oh. Don't worry about that. It's... don't worry about it." And he lunged at me and sucked my face again, taking me rather aback. He pulled me into the living room where the dog alternated his startlingly loud barking and licking my calf muscle. My dick was dead as a doornail in my pants. And the clock was ticking. I asked if we could go to the bed and get comfortable, and he said ok, so I did. We got in there and I told him to take off his clothes while I stayed dressed, and whispered into his ear, "It's been a stressful day, just let me touch you." And he melted into a little puddle and I stroked his little body all over while he whimpered and called me baby baby baby. Staring at him more discerningly after cumming in him a couple of times, I realized his body was not that great, and had some proportion things I never noticed before, amazingly. I loathe this about myself, but there it is; I am harshly critical sometimes. However, his skin felt amazing in my hands. His reaction to my attentions was mesmerizing to watch; without doing much, I was driving him half out of his mind. He kept lunging for me and kissing me and saying "I want you so bad, I want you so bad." His kisses were fantastic and his hard little body felt as good as ever. So I kept it up and sensed my meat stirring in my pants. Maybe I should just hurry up and stick it in him and cum in him and not worry about losing out on the mythical all-afternoon fuck, I thought. Or maybe I shouldn't fuck him at all, not even CUM at all, just touch him all over and make him senseless with desire for me and then pack away my goods in my pants and pat him on the head and cruelly leave him there in the bed, saving the real sex for a day when we could spare the time. I actually really, really wanted to do this, as soon as I thought of it-- maybe I've been watching too much Don Draper. Still unsure of how this would go, I pulled my own clothes off and got on top of him, and we spent at least fifteen minutes intensely curled into each other, while I rammed my boner into his body with my hips. His own dick was harder than I'd ever seen it and I felt its rigid length all along mine with every thrust. The first time we hooked up he had told me, "You almost made me cum just laying on top of me and rubbing your dick on me." I thought about trying this out. How long would I have to fake-plow him till he popped-- or hyperventilated and passed out? He was bright red and almost crying, saying "Baby you feel so good, Baby I want you so bad, Baby I love being with you." I held his face in my hands and stared into his eyes and rammed him into the mattress with all my body weight. He stared back with an absolutely frank expression of need. I suddenly began to wonder if BIGDADDY was in a closet somewhere watching all this. Was this histrionics for his benefit? It seemed almost a little too much. But then, during a break where I caught my breath, he pushed me back, curled up between my thighs, sucked my bone down into his throat, and worshipped my cock with that same almost embarrassing desire and hunger. His should had completely left his body, it was clear, and left it this mindless animal intent on getting my dick in him as deeply as possible, as much as possible. He was making me feel pretty fine. I got him back on his back and slid my dick between his legs this time, up between his cheeks, and he moaned and reached down and held it hard it against his body while I bucked into him, feeling the fat fleshy ridge of my dickhead popping over his hole, and the length of my erection sliding past his wet fingers. This is very exciting for him, clearly, and the intense body contact, feeling his thighs on either side of me, his breath in my ear, seeing his reddening neck overrun with engorged veins and cords of muscle, is also very exciting for me. I mock-fucked him harder than I ever fucked him for real. This was very intense. Too intense. His body is almost completely hairless, except for the short wires on his thighs and the absolute steel wool guarding his anus. We humped and bit at each other so long that this close contact with the top of my glans, or rather the pink band of skin between that and my shaft, started to feel very irritated. I pulled up and put my dick against his and fucked that way instead. But then I knew I had to get inside him. This intensity was too good to waste on this non-penetrative sex. I wanted in. I licked my hand and slicked up my dickhead and pressed. He was tight. I flipped him and ate him. He pressed his feet into my chest hair, legs spread wide, ass shamelessly spread for my face. He somehow grabbed some poppers and I smelled that stink. And I felt his asshole engulf my tongue. This had been pretty ceremonious rimming, but I wanted my dick in him. I stood up, put some lube on it to ensure we could get to this quickly, and sank it in. He yelped and helped and his ass was covered in gooseflesh. I was inside and could fuck him for real. But that bit of skin under the ridge of my dickhead just STUNG. It was very, very painful to push into him. I only managed four or five thrusts till I had to pull it out and inspect it. It was very angrily red. I alerted him to the issue, and he sat up to look at it. He said, "That's what you get for using it so much!" And he's right. Sometimes I do fuck so much that my dick is unpleasantly chafed; my skin is sensitive and there have been guys I've plowed literally for hours, rendering my tool unusable for the better part of a week-- which only makes me want to find a guy who will suck the giant resulting load out of it for an hour, and the cycle goes on. This was the worst, though. He gently sucked me, licking the deliciously nerve-rich front of the dickhead and being very careful about the teeth, full of hunger for me, resting his fat engorged dick on my feet. He almost made me cum. I thought of unloading down his throat. But I wanted more of his body. I pushed him on his back and then plowed him till I started cumming, without control. "I'm sorry," I said rather primly, when I felt myself pass that point of no return. And I sat up and immediately he was splattered with jets of my delight. He looked on with awe at my ejaculation, ran his hands through it, ate it, licked it off his fingers, put more on his dick, and made himself cum with the slickness of my sperm, staring into my eyes and shaking his head the whole time. After catching his breath, he said, "THAT... was... *HOT*!" I laughed and didn't say anything. "That was a porn-quality cumshot," he said, still starting at me. "You are so fucking sexy." I demurred. I'm not sexy. But I cum a lot. We didn't have much time to talk. I had to dress, he had to dress, I had to scram before BIGDADDY came home, or out of the clothes hamper, or wherever he was. "Before I leave, we have to have a loooong..." I said, after making out with him some in his foyer. "I know!" he interrupted me. "I wanted to have a time when we could go and go." We kissed some more and I flitted out, feeling my dickhead throbbing angrily in my pants. I almost feel like I never wanna screw again; it was still painful this morning. I spent the entire day today with my mom, driving to little towns out in the country with the top down in today's brilliant, beautiful sunshine. And then, despite using SPF 45 sunscreen, I felt my entire head flaming from too much sun. Now both my heads are read and painful. But what a life! Things are good now. You have some pleasure, you have some pain, you do it all over again. I can't wait till my dick is better so I can fuck somebody again, I can't wait till this sunburn goes away so I can see more places and things. Life is good now. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... The parade of cocks that bred my hole this week. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I returned to the scene the following day - not without permission, as I'm not a stalker. After the initial encounter, where were a few emails or texts, teasing me for another meet-up. I happened to have some free time that day, and while he could make it a little later, he was to be on a 30 minute conference call at 1p. I told him I'd blow him while he was on it. Silence. "The door will be unlocked" was the eventual reply. This guy is on the same playing field as I am. What was not to like? I tap once and try the knob, it's open. I walk in and take off my shoes. He's sitting at his table, laptop open, phone on the table with headphones plugged in He is about to start his call, but I don't want my mouth (or anything else) on his cock until the call has started and that he is off mute. Soon enough, he is talking and my mouth is over his shaft, or licking his head, or down to his balls. He keeps it in check. There are no inappropriate moans - he knows what he's doing, but so do I. I go farther south and stick my tongue up his ass....he moved to the edge of the chair to comply. Soon he's standing up and bending over the table, still on the call while I go deeper. All too soon, the call is over. Has it been 30 minutes of me sucking and munching already? Apparently it has. After he hangs, up he guides me to a side room. There he has set-up a Rim Seat. Truth be told, I've never used a Rim Seat - from above or below. It certainly interested me, but it's nothing I'd go purchase. But he had one and soon enough, I was on my back, under the seat eating his hole. Now, I've eaten ass from plenty of angles, but I gotta tell ya, that seat opens a guy's hole like no other way I've tackled a butt before. I could truly go deeper than I ever have before. I was loving it, he was loving it. "John" was happy to take my camera and start taking pictures and video. I was a little trapped and a lot busy, so I couldn't do anything about it even if I wanted to. After a good 20 minute tongue-in-hole session, we did move it back to the bedroom. But not for ass eating. Now, this was the main event. Ass Fucking. It went on in multiple positions: on my back, on my side, on my stomach. The one thing we didn't do was have me ride him. But John's dick feels great and he knows how to use it for sure. He's clearly a dirty dirty man, but one with humor and reserved control. Meaning, he's dirty but not overt about it. He'll talk filth while still sounding pleasant. It's kind of perverse in a different way. I like it. And he can fuck like a machine. We went on for a good 40 minutes before he could not hold back any longer. He dumped his nut into me and we laid back for a while. He never went soft and we did go back to a second round, but a second ejaculation didn't seem like it was going to happen. I had no problems with that. It would have been nice, but I'm not that greedy - or am I? John pulled out and presented me his dick. I knew what to do.....and I did it. He liked having it in my mouth and he wasn't shy about putting his tongue in my mouth afterwards. My mouth, his dick, my ass, all in one. I know I'll get an invite back. He knows it too. And I'll gladly accept. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here When I was in my teens, I usually hooked up with men in their 20s through 50s. Guys my age left little to be desired. As I hit my 20s, I left guys in their 20s behind and still did the 30s-50s. As I progress in age, I am still attracted to men, but I'm not really looking to hook up with 70 year olds. Logic dictates that for those 25 year olds who put in ads, "no old guys", someday they'll be that guy. And while 25 year olds don't really hold that much appeal to me, logic also dictates I sleep w guys my age or probably find younger. Let's not discount the previous me. I liked older men. Guys who are in their teens and 20s, at least some of them, do too. I'm a daddy. ...at least in age, looks and stature. In my mind, I'm anything but. But try telling that to a youngster. Speaking of being young, getting him to commit to a time, let alone him not being able to come over until he could get use of his parent's car was enlightening. I was never like that as a young adult. But I never relied on my parents after turning 17, so..... 5'11, 190 (solid build), and except for his head and pubes, totally hairless. Normally I like fur on a man, but this seemed to work. The chest and abs were as nice in person as on his A4A profile. His ass was totally smooth as well, save for a little hair deep in his crack. He got more hair there when I buried my beard in it and licked his sweet boy hole, but I'm getting ahead of myself. The kid was nervous and needed a glass of water as soon as he showed up. I was nervous too, as I've never slept with someone this young before. And he just didn't look young, but acted it too. Just a certain way he carried himself screamed "I'm young!". Actually, if he told me he was actually 18 and not 22, I wouldn't have been surprised. One of my earliest thoughts is - why is he attracted to me, but then there is that thing of how I was at that age and maybe he has 'daddy' issues. His first question to me: "can I feel your beard?" His hand really ran all over it, in it, around it. I'm thinking 20:1 his father has a beard. But he did feel that beard at his hole and he fucking loved it. He liked his ass being played with and I was thinking of a few guys I know who would have loved to take a turn on fucking him - as the kid was clearly open to the idea. He just got the wrong guy with me. Had I arose to the occasion I would have gladly taken that hole. The plan was for me to blow him. I was happy to do that to his dick. Fully hard, he's about 7". It responded to my mouth well, but he wanted to just rub it on my ass. Who am I to say "no"? Honestly, I wasn't planning on getting fucked, since we really only talked blowjob and since had not discussed, I didn't "prep" for it. Also he was hesitant about fucking since he was always "super safe". So rub on my ass he does, from behind, me on all fours. Sooner than later, with out my permission (!!!) and without protection, he pushes it right into me. I don't stop him. So much for "super safe". I figured being 22 he might be quick on the trigger. It wasn't a long fuck, but longer than I anticipated. He seemed to know what he was doing. Clearly he was learning something in college. I could tell he was close and and I told him to just unleash his load. He hesitated and said, "I usually don't cum inside a guy". I responded, "that ship sailed the second you went in raw". That seemed to be the only encouragement he needed. Advice from an older man. He shot. I took. Like a 22 year old, he didn't know what to do next. Should he stay? Should he go? Should he try to make conversation? I had to get back to work and the skies just opened up, so I mentioned it was best to hit the road before the rain got worse. It was an interesting experience, but not one I'm willing to repeat anytime soon. However, if his father wants to come over, I can show him what his son and I were up to. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight, after an insane amount of online cruising, wheedling, and frustration, I let go the week's worth of cum I've stored up since my last session with Ultra Meat. I'm back in my hometown for the coming weeks-- hopefully with an end in sight, as my mom has improved a good bit and is making noises like she wants to live alone again, like she did before-- and the guys here are being southern men at their worst: "discreet", cagey, prick-teasing, eternally unable to host, and generally not-that-physically-attractive and thus not-really-even-worth-the-trouble. It seems I can always count on the little hardbody; we're supposed to fuck tomorrow, so I knew I had to do something about my balls today, which had gone way past blue and into the ultraviolet range. Somehow I felt something *had* to work out today; I couldn't imagine beating off alone in my mom's spare bedroom. But yesterday is when I had started searching in earnest, and the hunt was pathologically intense; I was almost driven insane by the frustration of dealing with all the useless guys I was dealing with. My favorite was the guy I spent twenty minutes msging with on BBRTS last night, parked in the parking lot of a famously gaudy megachurch here which happened to be convenient to pull into when I saw he'd hit me up, who said he was a total cumhound and was in love with my pictures and wanted it wanted it wanted it, and then told me, when we exchanged locations, that it was "a lil too far tonight, buddy", even though *I* was the one traveling, and I could be there in 25 minutes, and didn't think it was too far myself! Eesh. Tonight's cocksucker didn't seem very promising at first; he has hit me up repeatedly but has no pix online, took forever to reply to messages, sent bizarrely overscaled ones to my email when he finally did send them, and looked a little on the bulky side for my tastes. He never got off work till 9pm, lived in a city to the west that I will always think of as the hometown of the front man of a shitty Nu Metal band in the 90s and a high-ranking murder-and-drug capital, about a 35 minute drive away. Not exactly ideal. But once I'd encouraged him even a little he was relentless, and msged me on Adam4Adam right after I got off work today saying he was home early. I looked more closely at the face pic, which had initially seemed weirdly cropped but apparently was just too big to display properly on my phone. He was pretty nice looking! I asked him my standard "Are you willing to suck my dick for as long as I say?" question and he said "Sure thing boss." Music to my ears! I made sure my mom was squared away for the night, hopped in my car, and drove over, to find small disappointments and some very pleasant surprises. I got to his apartment complex pretty quickly, which looked weirdly like some of the independent hotel complexes I've seen in places like Wyoming or rural Oregon-- rather crappy old buildings arranged haphazardly around a little pine-studded campus that was rather the worse for the wear. There were a lot of satellite dishes stuck at funny angles to the buildings and lines of washing hanging here and there. I felt a little like I was in a very wealthy hobo camp. He lived in apartment J, but it was hard to tell the logic to how the units were labeled on all the levels, so I walked around his building peering at all the doors. A young woman barged out of one of the lower units, calling to someone inside, waving a cigarette in one hand, a plastic tumbler of what was almost definitely bourbon in the other, with a big pink towel wrapped around her hair exactly like I remember my mom doing in the 70s. I thought yikes, where the fuck am I. But I asked the woman, "Which apartment is J, do you know?" She peered at me doubtfully, then decided I was all right despite my fluorescent green Tyvek loafers, and said, "I have no idea! Hold on." And she went back to the door and called in, "Hey! Hey!" Another older woman came out, and Trixie Turbana asked her, "Which apartment is J? J? Apartment *J*!!" She kept badgering the woman until the the latter finally shrugged and said she had no clue either. I thanked them kindly and texted the dude, and he told me which unit-- way up two flights of stairs on the opposite corner. I tottered up these warped wooden planks and around the corner to a rather ratty-looking unit with a bunch of crap right outside the door. My sweet lord, I thought, what am I doing? And I bravely knocked. The door flew open to reveal a guy who was fairly tubby, but had muscular arms and wide shoulders, and a face that looked almost exactly like a young Woody Harrelson with a very close buzz cut. I was disappointed that he was so much rounder than his body shots had been. But his face was much handsomer than the pic he sent-- I am a sucker for Woody Harrelson, I must say (my partner thinks this reveals some kind of mental defect in me, but so be it), and this guy was a dead ringer. His teeth were conspicuously, brilliantly white. I was charmed. So I walked in, almost tripped over three cats, and gave him a kiss on those lips! It was like kissing WOODY FUCKING HARRELSON! He seemed surprised at the quality of my kiss, whatever it was, but he kissed me back and grinned hugely. He was just ridiculously cute to me. So I said, "Are you ready to suck some dick?" and he said he sure was and I asked him where and he pointed to a polar-fleece-draped cocksucking chair-- a recliner of some sort. "Make yourself comfortable," he said, and I pulled off my shorts and opened my legs and let him have access to my goods. The light was very low with a few candles here and there and a nightlight giving the only illumination; nice. But a radio was playing Prince's "Let's Go Crazy", which is not a great song for getting into the mood in my opinion. It was one of those radio stations here that play an entire spectrum of "famous" music-- at one point I heard Cyndi Lauper caterwauling her way through "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" and then I swear they played a Coldplay song or maybe an Interpol song, something very weird. It was a little distracting at first, as were the cats who, at one point, were clawing at the recliner I was getting blown in, giving my pleasure an extra, exotic texture from the slight vibrations. But... HOLY FUCK could this dude suck dick! I didn't care about the distractions. He was awesome. He started out kissing my calves, my feet, my inner thighs, and rubbing his face in my pubes before I was fully hard. He licked my sore, aching, ultraviolet balls. I watched my meat animate itself as he unhurriedly showed me who was king with his attentions. It bounced against his face with each heartbeat but he didn't take the bait right away, he just licked me different places and inhaled deeply. And finally he did take my in his mouth and gave me a pressure that was almost excruciatingly almost-perfect, a little too light, but it's exactly what I needed. My nuts were groaning under the strain of so much cum and thwarted chances to squirt. They needed just a little more teasing, but with just the right amount of TLC, and he was doing both, almost psychically. He cupped them and bounced them slowly as he ran my dick into and out of his velvety throat, and they sighed with pleasure. He pulled off his shirt and his skin had been slathered, like half the men down here, in some kind of lotion. His nipples were exquisitely sensitive, as were his ears; I couldn't stop pulling him up off my tool so I could kiss him or even just stare at him as he stroked my dickhead with his hand. And after we kissed and I got achy-drunk from looking at the handsome shapes of his facial features, I would just rub my beard helplessly against his neck, scented lightly with some kind of cologne, and then stroke it all the way up past his jaw to his ear, and brushing it over his ear and breathing gently against made him shudder and made his nipples harden right under my fingers, like tiny dicks. Very exciting. We took turns with each other-- him sucking me until I felt like the whole rest of my body was a liquid passing through my dick into his mouth, and then me stroking my beard over his ear and slowly tonguing the whorls of cartilage, probing the bristly hole, and licking the soft skin behind his ear. Again the nipples were hard and firm from the attention. I pulled back and looked deep into his eyes, and his head fell onto my chest and he said, "You definitely know what you're doing." I'm glad he thought so, because I didn't want him to stop sucking my fucking dick. And he didn't. An hour passed with me clutching his hard bulging bicep and meaty hands every time he got me to the edge and held me there and made me dizzy and light-headed and then tapered off, sending me zig-zagging back to the ground like a feather on a breeze. I simultaneously desperately wanted to cum and desperately wanted not to cum. It was incredible torture. After a long period where we just sat there with our faces pressed together, breathing in each other's exhalation, and exhaling into each other's lungs, with my fingers flicking at his long hard nips, and his spit-slicked hand working my dickhead and shaft perfectly, he sat up and asked, "Do you want to go lay down before I get you off?" I loved the way he talked, I loved that he wanted to do that, as it really is my favorite way to cum, lying back with him spread out between my thighs rather than propped up in a La-Z-Boy as it's clawed by a black and white tabby. I said yes and stood up, and he grasped my erection and actually led me by it all the way to his bedroom. He was totally naked at this point-- not sure when he took his shorts off-- and I could see his body was really quite heavy and his dick quite small and jutting out from his body. If he'd been built it probably would have been too much; not being particularly into his body made his face all that much more radiant to me, somehow. And that is cool for a cocksucker who likes to kiss. With those guys, I am often all about the face. Disappointingly, the bedroom reeked of cat pee. But I lay back and he reached up under my thighs to anchor himself to me, and he expertly sucked the fuck out of me till I completely lost it and pretty much wasn't aware of my surroundings at all any more. It was a slow-motion tsunami. The orgasm started in my eyes, a pained tension behind my eyes that washed down my face, into my chest, down my back, into my nuts, which he'd been expertly tugging at as he worked my dickhead into taking command of my whole body. Once in my nuts it picked up steam, and pushed itself out of my dick with irresistible force. I came, hard, into his mouth, two huge jets. It was incredibly beautiful, I felt like I had the best dick and balls in the world, and was letting fly the most delicious, voluminous ejaculate any man had ever produced. And then he popped me out of his mouth! He jerked me with a hand that was gooey as an ectoplasm; all I felt was slime all over my dick, my pubes, his hand, his mouth, the bed, everything. And I was still coming but he was jerking me too hard and too close to my cumhole, making my dick scream with overstimulation; I grabbed my dick away from him and fisted it closer to the base, deeply disappointed that I was cumming in the cold air instead of in his handsome, beautiful, velvety mouth. But I beat off until the goo stopped coming. It was a disappointment, but he had given me an almost insane amount of pleasure. If it was too much cum for him, it was too much. He got me a towel and cleaned me up with gingerly, very pleasant motions. And then he held my balls, which still felt awfully swollen and big, while he talked to me a little. I think we formally introduced ourselves at that point; till then I hadn't known his name. And then he went down and put my still very thick dick into his mouth and gently sucked me while still massaging my aching, rather painful nuts, until they were loose and soothed. "I am loving this fantastic nut massage you're giving me," I said boozily, drunk on my own manhood. "Nothing better than a good nut massage!" he said, not stopping for quite some time. And then, "Do you mind standing at the edge of my bed and feeding your cock down my throat and resting your balls on my face and playing with my nipples while I jerk off?" He said it like it was all one word, and I kinda shook my head like Scooby Doo, and said, "Wait, what? That sounded kind of complicated." He laughed and said he'd show me, it wasn't complicated, he just wanted to cum. And we did exactly what he'd asked. It took him a long time to cum, but it was so exciting feeling his nips react to every movement my dick made in his throat and every movement my hands made on his chest, that I didn't care. And I could feel them harden more and more as he got close, and then he shot hard, all over my body from three feet away; very hot forceful jets of cum. I don't much like being cum on but it was sort of fun. His legs had tensed up right before he shot and I noticed how hard and huge his thigh muscles were. He was packing some serious muscle under that bulk of his. This time I toweled him off, and we talked a good bit about my hometown, a half hour down the road, where used to live for several years, coincidentally right across the highway from the development where I grew up myself. The apartment complex he lived in, like the neighborhood I grew up in, had turned skidzy with meth-labs and Section 8 gun drama, and he had to move. I wasn't sure his current complex was better, but maybe they were decent folks even if it was a shabby place. I petted the cats, who seemed to love me, and listened to him talk, gazing at him stupidly like he really was Woody Harrelson. His brilliant teeth kept flashing in the dark. God, he was cute. And God, I love my dick. I love sex. What a redeeming experience! More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here This week I opened my emails and found a note from a blog fan. He happens to be visiting with his spouse, but was hoping to feed me his 7 inches of cock. This morning we decided to do it over lunch. He told me he had fucked a load out of a young stud in the shower, but held his load for me to swallow! HOT. When I got to the hotel, he walked in not long after and recognized me. Well, he had only sent me a cock pic ( and tasty looking it was!), so I am sure my mouth dropped when I saw him stop by my chair. He described himself as 6' 3" and he was indeed a tall, hot hunk of meat. You know the type - he could be a lumberjack or water polo player with pale skin, muscular arms and long thick legs. Any friends know that a tall guy will get my attention immediately would not be surprised that reaction my dick had. When we got up to the room, he pulled me into a tight bear hug. Solid wall of muscle, chiseled jaw and hands that told me not only could he pick me up off the ground, but that he was going to be feeding me a hefty piece of meat. His shirt came off - semi hairy, flat stomach and a trail of light hair that ran down to his semi hard cock and LOW hanging balls. And yes, those hands and that body did not lie...sitting on top of those furry nuts was a cock I could suck for hours. With a grin on my face, I knelt down to taste that cock and those cum filled orbs. After swallowing his cock into my mouth, I began using my tongue and lips. While that was going on, I pulled my hand up and cupped his balls. Damn, they were heavy. His mushroom head topped a rapidly growing shaft, and as it grew firmer and firmer I started to stroke it. I also had to feel and taste his hairy ball sac. I could literally only get one at a time into my mouth. Not to give up, I went from one to the other and back again. After giving them both a full tongue bath I lifted them and licked that spot just behind them. Now my cock was dripping my own precum. I went back to his cock, and began to work it to a harder and firmer state. Once he was at full mast I used my throat to pull more of him in...and was rewarded when the head slid past the back and slid down. I let out a low moan of my own as his cock pulsed in my throat. Once we established that he could plunge down my throat, he took over and gave me some hot face fucking. I concentrated on opening up my throat to let him go to town. And as I suspected, that was something he wanted and the shaft grew thicker along with his head swelling. He pulled out and told me that he wanted to see my hole. I stood up and stripped off my jeans, turned around and bent over. Then he had me turn back around. I was leaking precum, grabbed my cock and had reached to grasp him...but, he said no and told me suck his cock. I dropped back to my knees, and pulled his cock back into my throat. Deep throat, using lips and tongue along with an occasional stroke... Soon his hips were bucking, and his cock was forced down my throat - and then it erupted! Spurt upon spurt was causing his shaft to pulse and his head to swell in my throat. Goddamn, I love having a guy unload deep and hard. After the spasms died down, I reluctantly released his cock from my mouth. I milked the shaft to be sure none was wasted. He asked if it was a big load, and I could only say "yes!". I knew he had saved it, and it was still sliding off my tongue as I stood up. On the next trip, he may take my ass and mouth...I can't wait. More...