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To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here I had a haircut in the Castro today, and when I finished a buddy that lives nearby wanted me to stop by for a quick blowjob. He and I have played many times, but today I also had my video camera with me.... After I got into his apartment, I was on my knees and his cock was out instantly. Having friends that are hung and full of cum is good, but having them want to feed you many loads is even better. This guy's cock is a mouth full...thick, long and a plum sized head. As we were starting I told him that we could do a video and his eyes just lit up, and he said yes. We set up the camera and I went back to work. In the past we have done it on his office rooftop, in a stairwell and in his apartment - each time I was treated to massive amounts of cum and today he told me it had been a few days since he last shot. Using my tongue on his mushroom head and upper shaft, I worked his cock up and down and all around. I worked on his shaft with my fist in between bouts of trying to fit every inch into my mouth. He is another that does not mind the occasional choking, which makes it hot for me to grip his balls and then push more of his rock hard cock into my throat until my eyes are watering and I cannot breathe...and then hold it there - HOT. Working his head, shaft and base with my tongue and throat, I could taste his precum as it would flow onto my tongue. Every once in awhile I would pull his cock out and use my fist to milk more precum from him. Deep throat, stroke the shaft, work on the head with lips and tongue and then repeat it over and over...and over until his balls are churning his baby batter. I was doing my best to take it all, and a couple of times he would be buried to the bone and then reach out to push my head even further down on his cock...and you know that I was eager to get it! After nearly 10 minutes of eye watering, deep throat choke and pre cum drowning he was at the edge and ready to unload. I stroked his cock and was instantly sprayed with juice - but that was not all.... After some very hot juice coating, he grabbed his cock and began to stroke. And I could see it in his eyes that he was not even close to being done. With a few more strokes he then began to unleash the full load. And FUCK was it massive! Cum just kept spurting and flying. When the last of his load had landed on my face I was a cum pig in facial heaven. As you all know, I could be drenched in cum all day and every day - and it was amazing to feel, smell and taste so much from one hot thick cock, and of course we both said that it should happen again ....and again. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here It was a hot one today, so I figured that I would take a walk on my lunch hour. As I stepped out of my office, I logged onto my phone app and saw a familiar face. Sent him a woof, and he followed with asking me if I wanted some protein. My response....YES. I hopped the bus and headed to his place. When I got there, he was in sweat pants and a t-shirt. Now, this is a guy that I swallowed awhile back, and I knew he was hung and thick. Sure enough, when he pulled down his sweats I was greeted with a very thick semi woody. I had mentioned that I had my video camera and he was up for holding it. So, I went right down and started my end of the bargain. His cock is thicker at the base, and as he got harder with each slurp and suck I was eager to get to that full deep throat. While stroking his cock and giving his ball sac a slight squeeze I ran my tongue down the shaft and caught the scent of sweat. FUCK! I took one nut at a time into my mouth and he let out a nice solid moan with each one. On top of his moans and that musky sweat nut smell, I was dripping precum out of my cock. Apparently he loved the ball washing I gave, because when I went back to his cock and swallowed to the base he and I both pushed past my tonsils and buried him to the bone. I was doing my best to breathe and he was doing his best to choke me...and we both got what we wanted. His cock pushed into my throat, I gagged and he got even thicker in my mouth! Now that we had established the rhythm, it was just a feeding frenzy. I would swallow him to the bone, he would tell me to choke on it and I would come back off with spit and precum glistening in my face and trailing from my lips. At one point I was within seconds of choking and he was piston fucking my face until he could hear me choke and he grabbed my head and forced me to take it some more. Fuck, after doing that a few more times I thought I was on the verge of blowing my load before he did. Using my hand to take a quick breather and open up my airways, I then dove back down and went after his load like a shark smelling chum. I let me face fuck me until he was on the edge. When he let out a low moan and said he was going to cum, I swallowed to the base and felt his cock nearly double in size. I love those guys that get larger, harder and thicker just as their nuts pull up and the cum starts its thunderous speed up the shaft, to then shoot out like a cannon and blast the walls of my throat. His load was thick, and when I thought of keeping it in my mouth to savor it was all I could do to not drown. I had to swallow to make room for the rest, but that just let me enjoy the sweet flavor of his nut. After a few more spurts he was fully spent and I finally pulled off. With my hand I squeezed to get the last drops and was rewarded with a couple of more thick white drops. More...

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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I got snookered by Ultra Meat. I'm back in Brooklyn for the week, getting a little much-needed R-n-R from the situation back home. My mom ended up hospitalized last Friday, but I managed to catch her problem quickly enough that it was mercifully brief. While she was in she told me she insisted that I come up to be with my partner, and I took her up on it, extending the trip through the week to get more time with him and my friends. It took a few days to decompress, and my apartment and grotty neighborhood never looked better to me than after being in my miserable hometown for six or seven weeks. Today marked my first interest in even looking for ass, but no one was biting. Ultra Meat has been steadfastly texting me while I've been away, reminding me periodically of his deep, inexplicable need for my dick. We had a hot ******* of texting a few weeks ago about how next time I fucked him he didn't want me to pull out, he wanted my seed, yadda yadda. My balls were pretty blue after a long bout of dirty messaging this morning on Manhunt with the Hot Son from last summer, who loves for me to talk elaborately and at length about dad/son cum fantasies. I find that all kind of silly, but he's so good looking that I always indulge him, and it ends up turning me on. My nuts were aching in their sac. I intended to take Ultra Meat up on his offer to take my cum in his ass later in the week, when I wasn't so pent-up, but by early evening I had to get off with *somebody*, and I thought maybe fucking someone who wasn't new would help me last even with this heavy testicular cargo. So I asked Ultra Meat to come and get it. He didn't get back to me until uncomfortably close to when my partner would be home. I told him to come by anyway, throwing caution to the wind, telling him point-blank, "I want to cum in you." His reply was "Fuck. I want it." And he came over. But... fucker! I didn't get to cum in him. He came by pretty quick and I think his body is even leaner and more built than last time I saw him, if that's even possible. We kissed a bit in the sun-drenched living room, while he looked around warily and asked if I was sure my partner wouldn't just come home. I said, "Probably not, but just suck my fuckin dick man, I need it," and I led him back to the bedroom, pulled off my pants, hopped on the bed, spread my thighs a bit to give him access to my dong and my nuts, and told him to get to work. He had me hard as granite pretty quickly, wiggling his naked black ass in time to the rhythm of his sucking. And we talked about how I was gonna stick my dick in him and load him up with my cum. His dick was precumming like crazy and I rubbed it all over my own dick to make it extra slippery. While I humped him he asked me breathlessly if I had been fucking bottoms down south. I said, "A few here and there," trying to look sly. He groped my back with his big hands, feeling up the hair on it, grunting, "Did you stick that hot dick in them raw, man?" And I kissed him some more and said, "A few." He said, "Oh fuck I want it too." But when I got on top of that insanely beautiful body and began rubbing my dickhead against his hole, he pushed his legs closed and said, "I haven't prepared!" Granted he *had* just gotten back to Brooklyn from Manhattan, so it's probably true. But he knew what I wanted! I think he was skeezed out by the fact that my dick has been bare inside too many other guys. And I can understand that. I know he wants it but I know he's afraid. So I gave him one of my indulgent looks and assumed the position to fuck my dick into his mouth, poised on my toes and extended forearms, doing pushups into his skull. He oozed clear slippery liquid out of his cumhole like crazy. I put my wet dick back up against his hole and fucked slightly against it, popping in maybe a tiny bit, but he locked down and pushed me out. Oh well! I put my body on his and gripped my hands up under his huge meaty buttocks and thighs. The feeling of humping up against all that hard meat with my hands down there, pinning his groin up against mine like that, humping against him like an ape, made me want to cum. It's so exciting. I told him that, and he said, "Cum on me man, I want to see it." The phrase was all I needed to turn to liquid, and I reared up and jerked myself into thick white ribbons all over his black body. Jet after jet of cum shot out all over him, and his face twisted into a mask of helpless pleasure, looking half like anger, half like intense dolor; he beat himself furiously, saying, "Put your dick in my face," and I did, but he didn't take me into his mouth; he just inhaled deeply the scent of my cum wafting from my gooey dickhead, and he popped himself, letting loose a very healthy load of his own. He was absolutely glazed with the fruit of our pleasure, and almost immediately asked for a towel. I laughed and got him one. Maybe he was still afraid my cum was radioactive and wanted it off him now that he was done. As he dressed he shook his head and reiterated how fucking huge my load was. "The last week has been hell," I said, and recounted what had happened with my mom. He looked very sympathetic, and said he was sorry, and hoped things would get better. I thanked him, and said, "So sometimes you just don't have time to get off." He laughed and said, "I somehow have never learned that lesson." He'd told me while we were humping that he'd jerked off a dozen times thinking about my dick, he'd missed it so much. I'm still flabbergasted by this. I can't imagine that living inside that body is anything other than a kind of sexual prison. I'd have to beat off multiple times a day if that was my physical reality, too. I'm not sure I'd do it thinking about a guy like me, though! No accounting for taste. I think the only way I'm gonna get to inseminate this prize is to show him another negative test result from that day, or something. But I'm totally gonna cum in this dude. It's a mission now. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... usually when i host i invite guys to stop by one-on-one and then if they happen to show up at the same time...or bring a friend, i end up with a small group. that usually leads to a hot threesome. this time around i am purposefully arranging for everyone to show up at the same time....with over 20 guys interested in stopping by. i'm hoping the scene is hot and the action is furious. i certainly will be generating heat with my cock-hungry mouth and ass. i might even top as there are a few hot smooth-assed latino guys planning on cumming. i'll try to update throughout the night (it's tomorrow night...Wed). should be fun! More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Yeah, you read right. Pornista and baby mogul Robby Mendez, of LA-based Robby Mendez videos and host of pool cum sex parties, was arrested near Palm Springs a couple of weeks ago just as his pool party at the Cathedral City Boys Club was about to begin. If you are a lover of bareback porn, you should know who Robby is: this LA barrio boi took a thousand miles of raw black cock in service of Raw Strokes, and then ventured out on his own, producing and starring in his own videos, that's Robby Mendez Productions. Go to his website and get familiar; he posts clips from his own videos and trailers of his recorded pool parties, which always lead to sex parties. Robby's bottoming style is one of silent endurance and is rather underplayed, if that's possible in porn. His style is his own. If you check him out, you'll find he's a very likeable, modest and thoughtful guy. Why would anybody want to do him harm? The story that I got is that somebody...let's call her an evil, malicious, bitter and terminally unhappy queen...phoned into the authorities that Robby was spreading meningitis at his party in Palm Springs, simply because he was hosting the party. A little background: a gay man in West Hollywood did die of meningitis recently, and the queens went wild, getting vaccinated and refusing to share their Bud Lights. Meningitis is highly contagious, spread by close physical contact like kissing, but it can be contracted by sharing a Dixie cup, so yeah, it's deadly serious. I associate it with Basic Training in the Army when dudes are in perpetual close contact. The West Hollywood case was anecdotal. This has nothing to do with Robby Mendez. If there were concern over a serious outbreak, then every school, restaurant, bar and public facility in Southern California would have been shut down. They weren't, and as of this writing, they haven't. So what rotten, despicable queen would do this to Robby, a sweet kid if there ever was one? Well, I don't think she was going after Robby. She was probably going after her boyfriend, or somebody she lusted after, who was planning to attend Robby's party. She thought by phoning in her phony concern over the potential spread of meningitis, she could thwart the party and her boyfriend's getting sex on the side. That's just my guess...I don't know...but I'm basing my conclusion on what I know about the evil queens of this world. So little Robby was hauled off to jail...booked, mugged, printed...and tossed into a cell until he could be bailed out, which he was. If you're interested, Robby's first person account of the story is now on Youtube for the whole world to ponder. As for me, I still don't know on what charges he was arrested. My guess is that the charges will be dropped, and I hope, sincerely, that the perpetrator of this outrage will be identified and sued for damages by Robby Mendez. Until then, stay tuned. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... This past Sunday was “Big 10 Sunday”. Meaning my buddy with the 10 inch cock had made arrangements to come over and fuck me. Notice I didn’t say “breed me”. Big 10 and I had been fucking raw for a long time, but some recent changes in his life had him go back to covered sex. A bummer, to be sure, but hey. That’s his choice. I will say the thought depressed me to no end— I can’t think of a greater sexual thrill than feeling him unleash his spunk well up inside my colon. But fuck. The dude has 10 inches! So, if he wants to fuck covered, so be it. I’ll still take the feeling of all that meat sliding into me. I sucked him and got him revved up and then he pulled out the Magnum condom. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a condom unrolled that far before, or stretched so tight on a cock. With some struggle (he *is* 7” around at the thickest point) I squatted down on him and took him to the hilt. Then we fucked in our usual myriad of positions (riding, back, T, side, stomach, doggy). But the condom wasn’t doing it for either of us. It really cuts his sensation, and the latex just never wants to slide well in my ass, regardless of the amount of lube. As he was drilling me doggy style (and I was in heaven with how hard and deep he was going), I said, “You aren’t going to cum, are you?” “No. But that’s ok. I can always pul out and cum on you or something,” he said despondently. We took a slight break then, so I could catch my breath. We ditched the condom so I could suck him some more. We talked about some recent fucks and I worked his nips until he was at full mast again. “You ready to fuck me some more? Cuz I need you to fuck the cum out of my balls,” I told him. “Yeah,” he said. “But fuck it, I want it raw.” He did NOT have to tell me twice and I didn’t give him time to change his mind. I lubed up his monster, and quickly sat on it hard. Popping his head up inside my colon. This prompted a deep groan from him, so I started to ride him with ferocity. Every out stroke I clenched my ass so I could make his shaft feel good. Every thrust popped his head past my second ring, which drove us both wild. Normally, Big 10 has so much cock and I need poppers so much to take it that I can’t stay hard. But riding always makes me bone up. And riding him raw, after he told me that he was only fucking covered from now on made it *extra* hot. I was jacking my cock furiously and impaling myself on him which was basically sending electric shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. And as I watched his face, I could tell he was getting close. Well, that and by the sheet hardness of his erection. “God this feels so good! You gonna cum for me? Cum in my guts?? Do it!” I begged. “Please?” He grabbed my hips and moaned loudly. And I knew he was dumping his nuts into me. I shot my load up to his chin seconds later. Afterward (after a long, slow pullout) we lay on my bed recovering. “We shouldn’t have done that,” he said. “But the fucking condoms just decrease sensation so much.” “Yeah, plus we’ve been fucking raw for years. It’s hard to go back once you start down this pat,.” I told him. “Well… Sure. But I’m really trying to be good and health conscious and stuff.” “I won’t tell if you won’t. And I gotta be honest here. It just wouldn’t be the same without feeling you cum deep in me.” I doubt we’ll ever use a condom again. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Man, I needed that! Last night a nice, piggy lad came over and bred me twice. Boy did he breed me! My ass was so full of cum when he finished. I chatted with him on BBrT earlier in the day. We would both be free after about 7 pm, so we exchanged numbers and agreed to text. Usually I take “let’s do it later” hookups with a grain of salt— figuring most of the time they’ll blow me off. But he didn’t. He texted… I invited. He arrived and he was pretty damn sexy. A bit shorter than me, but he had one of those skinny, tight bodies. Like a skate punk. But with fur. We started kissing immediately, then went to my bedroom. I sucked. He sucked. He pushed me on my stomach and tongue-fucked my hole. Then, he slathered his spit on his cock and started to enter me. “You’re gonna fuck me without lube?” I asked. “I just want to tease your hole a little.” Yeah. Tease. It slid all the way home and he started pounding me. A dirty spit fuck. With filthy breeding talk whispered in my ear. It was clear from the get-go that this guy knew his way around a bedroom and had TONS of experience. And was a dirty motherfucker to boot! I eventually ended up on my back for the grand finale. He sped up, told me to beg for his load (which I did), and then he parked his cock in me. I felt a big throb, and he said, “There ya go. Now you have my DNA, you fuckin slut!” He was still hard so he fucked me while I jacked. we both commented on how fucking cumsloppy my hole was and I shot all over my chest. He scooped some up and put it on his cock and fucked me some more. Eventually we separated and lounged on my bed for awhile, just chatting about our days. And our sexual proclivities. I asked if he might have another load. He said he might. I arched my back and put my ass in the air. He growled, got behind me and started trying to felch his load out. In a minute he was boned again and I whimpered for him to fuck me again. He did. But only after attacking my cock with his mouth. More spit, a little lube, and this time we ended up with me on my stomach and him humping away on my hole. I felt every throb of his cock as he unloaded again. I had him lay fully on top of me while I milked him with my hole. He loved my “skills” in that department and we stayed that way for probably 10 minutes, his low hangers resting on mine. The final pullout made a deliciously wet “plop” noise. We both had such a good time that we agreed to do it again. With him promising to use my ass as a urinal next time. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I kinda can't bring myself to describe in much detail the fantastic experience I had with the Tight-Bodied Little Bottom yesterday, since pretty much a couple hours later my mother had a horrible relapse into an earlier condition I thought we were long past. It's just amazing how life does this... for about two hours he and I had some pretty mind-bendingly connected sex bathed in a golden afternoon light, fully in the moment, absolutely beautiful movements and sensations. (He texted me later saying "You're incredible" and "You're one of the best sex partners I have ever had"; I will say we are unusually well-paired, for sure.) After my huge pulsing orgasm inside him, watching his eyes dilate as he felt me inseminating him, and then his raining all over me in splatters (he stood up over me to get off, for some reason, and beat himself like crazy till he came and came and came while I flinched like it was lava hitting me-- I really kinda avoid other guys' cum), we lay together and talked for a long time. I could barely leave because we kept wrapping ourselves around each other and making out and saying goodbye and then talking some more and making out some more and saying goodbye some more. And then I came home to a mounting disaster that I feel less and less equipped to handle emotionally after all this time. I can remember the pleasure of yesterday afternoon but not call it up to the present the way I like to when I write these things. Things feel rather bleak right now and the high of yesterday feels a million miles away. I'm due to take a short trip up to Brooklyn this weekend to visit my lonely partner and spend some time with him. He's terrified that I'm going to cancel because of how things have turned here, but I think I earned a respite and some other family members have to step in. I don't know how I can enjoy my time with him in the place where I really want to be much, knowing what's going on down here. But I hope I can. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Things are going well enough with my mom, and the weather has turned nice enough here, to put me in a much better mood and give me more energy to properly monitor the fluid level in my balls. For the first several weeks here it was like I forgot I even had balls, and I emptied them almost dutifully merely because I suddenly had precious free time and there was an available gullet to dispose of my surplus sperm in. Not my preferred modus operandi. The pickings are rather slim down here but I *am* very enthusiastic about fucking the tight little bottom from last week. I hit him up yesterday and we set up a time for this afternoon and I think he'll come through-- he wants my dick in him just as much as I do. But unfortunately my nuts have been dutifully pumping out unspent goo ever since The Perfect Fuck For Me on Saturday. And in the meantime there were periods of dirty texting with that guy (including a long message on Adam4Adam saying he was "honored" that he got to take my dick and wished it weren't the case that we'd probably never see each other again, because he could have sex with me every day and not get tired of it-- nice to read and made my gonads just sing) and generally feeling positive and optimistic (which always makes my balls go into overdrive). So I knew the four days' worth of back production would keep me from being able to fuck the little guy right; I didn't want to cum too fast with him. I needed someone to relieve the pressure last night after dinner. I wanted to get out of the house because it was a nice night, so I drove to a little parking lot by a greenway, cut the engine but left the radio playing nice melodic indie tunes, and cruised in the dark on my iPhone feverishly for about 90 minutes with no luck-- 90% of the time when you DO find someone down here who you have a mutual attraction for, they can't host. Finally when I had given up and driven a ways to get some oatmeal cookies to bring back and eat in bed while I fretted about popping too quickly in the Tight Little Bottom, I heard from a little cub who blew me a couple of years ago that I really enjoyed being with and talking to. Perfect! He didn't live far from the grocery store where I was buying cookies. So I ran over, feeling surprised at how things were suddenly working out when things had seemed so disastrous for the past month. I told him to light some candles "like last time," and he said "Wow you remembered!" Of course I did! Well, the little cub was not-so-little any more; I think I might have been a little too obviously taken aback at just how round in the middle he'd gotten when he opened the door. I felt bad about this-- he's a good guy, very cute, and was offering to selflessly blow me and swallow the foul salty ejecta of my manly pleasure. Trying to deflect attention from my reaction and appear easy-breezy, I held up the cookies, which I'd imagined us eating in bed by candlelight after my orgasm. He laughed and set them on the counter; he was just wearing a t-shirt and a jockstrap. He moved extremely tentatively and lightly, reminding me very much of the dancing hippos in Fantasia. He turned around and I was behind him and kissed him a bit, and he seemed relieved. I remembered having a great time with him, but at that point I couldn't remember if it was because he gave good head or because I really liked fucking him-- his face is just very cute and I love plowing cute guys. He was just way too big to for me to fuck at this point, though; I was a little worried I wasn't going to get hard at all, given that he was a repeat and didn't have the cute little meaty body I remembered any more. But I gamely pulled off my shorts, went to his bed, laid back, spread my legs, and told him to get to work. He seemed a little discombobulated by my completely flaccid penis, but damn if he didn't manage to suck it into a raging hard-on in what seemed like record time. It didn't hurt that his arms were actually quite muscular and hard, as were his shoulders; he was just really heavy around the middle. The head was Just Fine but for whatever reason my dick was just throbbingly turgid. I fucked it up into his mouth, holding his (very cute) ears when I needed more stimulation than he was giving, and after a while feeling like he was getting a little overexerted from his hooverlike suction and frantic head-bobbing, I just pushed his face down into my bush and stroked my aching, oozing bone against his cheek and eyebrow, telling him to rest and breathe in my smell, and he moaned with gratitude. He sucked me some more and got me close and then tipped me over the edge and drank it all. It was a little odd-- I wasn't that turned on and it really felt like I had sort of been milked like a cow with an uncomfortably full udder. My dick and my orgasm felt like they belonged to some guy a thousand miles away who was connected to me by some kind of poorly-implemented brain telegraph. Right after I came I just laughed and laughed because my balls felt light and snappy between my legs. I got the maintenance I needed! After that we stood at his counter eating cookies and drinking milk and chatting, both of us wearing shirts and no pants, my dick still swollen with blood and hanging thickly between my legs for some reason-- it never fully shriveled up. We talked for a long time about his rather unusual job, the miserable city we were in, and his desire to live in NYC, where he gets to travel a few times a year (I've seen him online up there and sometimes we chat). He was talking about great restaurants he went to, trying to remember the name of an Australian or Austrian place he thought was in my neighborhood (it turned out to be *Argentinian* and a couple blocks from my apartment and also one of my favorites). It was a nice lively conversation and I think I made him insanely desirous of living there after I talked about all the things I missed about it living here for a month and a half. But it was getting very late at this point and I knew I had to get home. So I said my goodbyes and we added each other to facebook. This afternoon: I deep-dick the little tight guy with light, lean, mean nuts. Hope he doesn't flake! More...

Click here to see original blog post on Diary of a Cumslut... I was texting with this local married top barebacker who was really into breeding bottom sluts and since I'm a bottom slut, I offered my hole. He had to run some errands at WalMart sow e agreed to meet there. Apparently there's a single restroom for handicapped people that's large and locks. My instructions were to go to the bathroom, lube up, and text him when I was in place and he'd come in. So I texted him, he said, "be there in1 minute", so I unlocked the door, bent over the sink, reached back with both hands and spread my ass open waiting for him. About thirty seconds later the door opened, only it wasn't him!! It was a female WalMart employee! Holy shit! I just got caught with my hole spread wide open! I panicked and grabbed the lube, and exited and headed toward the exit. When I got to my car, he texted me and said the employee basically turned the corner out of nowhere and got to the restroom first. "No problem", I said, "I'll wait for you next door at Target in the last stall.". See, I've been fucked many times previously at that Target toilet, so I wasn't worried about it. So I went next door to Target, entered the restroom in the last stall, pulled my pants down, bent over the stall, and texted him, "ready". Thirty seconds later I heard the door to the restroom open, then footsteps, then my stall door slowly open, then close and lock. "Fuck yeah", he said as he began palming my ass and fingering my hole. I just stayed in place, bent over a public toilet, and began wiggling my ass. It was so hot having some stranger just enter my toilet stall as I'm totally vulnerable like that. Imagine what my friends and family would think if they knew my secret. Imagine if they knew I picked up strange men on the internet and arranged for these guys to fuck my ass bareback while I'm bent over a public toilet inside a Target, never even bothering to look back at his face or even ask his name. Imagine if they knew I beg men to shoot their loads into my ass. Wow. As you imagine, the guy fucked me good and hard, slamming his bare, married cock deep inside me as I braced myself against the toilet. I was in pig heaven. My ass felt so good taking his cock. Just milking it like a good boy. Using my ass for what it's made for. Never looking back, never even caring who's mounted up behind me, barebacking my asshole. I felt honored. Out of all the worthless bottom cumdumps out there, he chose me! He chose me as the one he would pump his load into. My ass felt so good, I made him cum and making men cum is what I live for. He finished inside of me, zipped up, and left me there with his cum dripping down my leg. I waited for him to leave, pulled up my sweat pants, and headed to the gloryholes for more cock. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here So, when I went to that leather event, where I had some dirty dirty sex, I also hit the vendor mart. Leather is great, but pretty pricey, and how many times can I wear chaps and what would I really do with paddle and whips? I mean - really? You add up all the time you use it over the years and wood / leather to skin, you're still looking at 60 minutes (not counting the in between swats) of use. That's a lot per hit. Whether they're all good or not, I already have a harness, vest, pants and gloves. I might be able to use a good pair of boots or something, but I wasn't looking to spend a few hundred dollars while I was really there to get laid. But I have seen things from Ft. Troff or Nasty Pig that I thought I wanted. Briefs with something missing. They are more substantial than jockstraps and well, I have a half a dozen of those anyways. I did find what I was looking for, but I can't say they represented well in real life as they do on a website. Hell -- what the fuck does? However, next to those I found something similar but what I consider much better. Longer type under the uniform football pants..... ....with something missing..... Now, I did try them on at the vendor fair. There are no true dressing rooms, only a screen one might buy at Pier 1 in a corner. The Shop Keep took me there and did his business. I slipped off my 501s and put on the undergarment. I liked the fit and he said they looked good, but if I wanted a mirror, there was one on the other side of the room. Modesty was out the door at this point, so I walked across the room and looked. If anyone noticed, they said nothing - no hoots, no hollers, but no boos or retching either, so all seemed well. I went to go change out of them and the shop keep was back near there. I took off the pants and that is when he saw what I was packing up front. I know I have big nuts, I've been told this repeatedly. The thick chrome cockring that went around that and my shaft accentuated that I already was sporting. He took note. The man was not my type. More effeminate than I'd like, but not girly. He asked if he could feel them. I said nothing, but took a stance for him to get a feel. He felt them.....for a bit. I'd be lying if I said my cock didn't start to respond - but it was mostly due to the environment where it was happening than the man himself. Then he felt the shaft for good measure. I finished dressing. When I checked out, he gave me 20% off on the item. Hey, it was $4 !!! Worth a feel. Another guy checking out asked why I got 20% off. I probably should have kept my mouth shut, but I said, "because I let him feel me up". Worth it! More...

Click here to see original blog post on Diary of a Cumslut... Readers of my blog know a few things. What a fucking whore I am and that I like being humiliated. A great combination for horny strangers that find me in my usual spots: gloryholes, porn theaters, restrooms, and parks. This day I couldn't get fucked because my ass was dirty, but I needed cum. So about 1pm I went to my usual cruising park to suck some cocks. As usual, in about 5 mins i had a stiff cock in my mouth. Heaven. Younger guy, not my normal type, but as you know, my type is hard cock. Anyway, after he filled my mouth with sperm, he zipped up and left, as usual. Why stick around? I'm only there to serve as a place for dudes to cum. Anyway, I often like keeping the load in my mouth and savoring it. I tip my head back and blow bubbles with the sperm and let it drip all over my face. You may remember my blog post, Dripping With Mexican Loads, same idea. Instead of wiping the cum off, I left it on my face. I felt so slutty and embarrassed when I'd approach another man. What if he wasn't cruising for sex? What if he was just a regular guy? I loved feeling so ashamed. I loved knowing that I was advertising the fact that I'm a public cumdump faggot. One of the things I really love about anonymous sex is the guys who cruise for anonymous cumdumps like me, seem to really get off on really slutty guys. It's almost like the sluttier I am, the hornier it makes the guys. They seem to really enjoy fucking my holes after other men have. I spent the rest of the time I was there walking around the cruising area with cum literally dripping off my face. Cum strings hanging off my chin. I got a few dirty looks, a lot of surprised looks, and a lot of admiration. I sucked about 6 guys this trip, they all came in my mouth and I dripped all their loads down my face. One guy even came all over my face! I was literally covered in cum, during the day, in a known gay cruising area with multiple anonymous loads all over my face and dripping out of my mouth! I loved parading around the cruising area like the little fuck slut that I am. I love showing guys just how slutty I can really be. I often wonder what I would do if I ran into someone I knew with cum dripping off my chin? How would I explain that? I guess I'd just offer my holes, like I always do. I often wonder what my dad would think if he knew what I was up to. If he knew his son has become a no-load refused cumdump whore. If he knew that his son spends countless hours taking cum up his butt and down his throat, no questions asked. What would he think if he knew his son doesn't even see, let alone know the names of, countless men who have fucked me raw and dumped their loads up my butt? What would he think if he knew his son wears pants with the as cut out and injects his own cum into his ass so strangers can just slide right inside him? Would my dad be disgusted with me? Would he want to fuck me too? How would my dad feel if he knew I blindfolded myself, got face-down ass up in my dark living room and post my address all over the internet? What would my dad think if he knew I grew up to be an anonymous sperm bank? I hope he'd be proud of me. I'd hope he would see how much pleasure I'm bringing men. I'd hope he would understand that I'm addicted to sperm and can't stop. I don't want to stop. Ever. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I feel like I had the best sex of my life. I am given to hyperbole, I know, and I also have been lucky enough to have a tremendous amount of good fucking, and I've shared some extremely hot, intense orgasms with other men, and I've stuck my dick in some truly flawless bodies. But the guy I got with today was honestly unique in the 28 years of fucking I've done since that first nervous introduction of my hard, throbbing dick to a slimy sexual membrane at 16 on a dairy farm in Schenectady (yes, that is now I lost my virginity-- to a demanding girl I'd spent the morning doing something called "scraping" with in the cow barn, which is exactly what it sounds like). The guy was incredibly cute to me-- my favorite combination of rather dorky but also really handsome-- and had a naturally muscled body so full of ample thick bulges and curves that it touched a deep and primal attraction in me that precluded thinking with words, and thick meaty hands you can only get from doing a lot of manual labor or sports, and gigantic round nuts and a dick that simply would make you cry, it was so hard, long, thick, fleshy-tipped, and pretty. But beyond all that, what made this so earth-shattering to me, was a kind of mutual recognition we discovered sexually. I'm less cute, less built, less hung, less everything, but we both reached into each other to find we were made of the same sensual fabric, and for a couple of hours we wrung out of it as much satisfaction as we possibly could. And our constant reaction to this intense mutual recognition in our different bodies was the only one possible in the presence of an ideal other who is deep down somehow just like you: We laughed. We fucked and sucked and kissed and rubbed and laughed until we were spent, soaked, exhausted, and euphoric. From the beginning I honestly thought he was full of shit. The body was very nice, thick and muscled and hairy, but the face picture was just way too cute, a sort of guy who is just never attracted to me. Dark hair, prominent but fine dark eyebrows, very large, noble nose, devilish curling lips, just really crazy handsome and smirky in the pic. He was instantly very obviously hungry for me and unusually eloquent about what he liked and wanted-- so many guys on line don't go much beyond "that sounds hot man" and I estimate that in texts and online messages I write about three or four times what I get back. Decades of experience has taught me that the only guys who can talk like this, for whatever reason, are emotionally stunted, use fake pics, or never meet up but string you along until you wanna rip your own nuts off and ram them down their throats and then suddenly just vanish, blocking you or never signing on again. We both admitted to having trouble hosting or finding free time, but he suggested Saturday afternoon, and I eventually told him it sounded like sex with him might be worth springing for a cheap hotel up by where he was working, way across town. At this point we'd really just discussed his sucking me off and some body contact, so I felt kind of dumb even saying that, but he was so incredibly cute and so good at pushing my buttons that I really meant it. Assuming this was even him. I kept looking at the picture and thinking, just no way. But it was turning me way on. I told him I'd pay for it if he promised to suck me for as long as I say and make out with me. We exchanged numbers early in the week and I just kept waiting for him to stop replying. But he never did. Feeling like a dope, I internally picked out a hotel and hoped. Then today, about an hour before I'd told him I'd text him and confirm, he texted me. I was surprised; I always have to pursue what I want much, much more than this. He then texted me a little picture of him in coveralls, dripping with paint, holding a roller, and grinning that telltale grin. He looked nerdier in this pic than in the glamorous mirror shot online. But it was undeniably him and the nerdiness just made my nuts melt in my ball-sack. I thought, if he's doing this and is going to flake, this is an incredibly cruel universe. We exchanged some fun dirty texts while I sat in a German restaurant eating lunch with my mom, who was very cheerful and chatty today and had no clue what her son was up to. I kept thinking, really? He just seemed way too good to be true. I dropped mom back at home and checked out availability at the hotel I had in mind. Horrifyingly, the rates were suddenly almost twice what I thought they were. I thought, am I really going to spend $90 on a blowjob? I looked back at the picture. I thought, eesh. Right at this time he texted me again. I told him the situation and asked if he'd meet me maybe closer to the airport where things were cheaper. He said he'd pay half. I told him about where it was. He did the dreaded "I have to take a shower and also say my goodbyes to the other workers." I figured this would be the kiss off. I waited longer than I thought I would have to for that, and began to mentally pack up. I had figured this would happen. But then he called me! He had an extremely corny southern accent, which I didn't expect-- his features made him look vaguely mediterranean. He was totally forthright sexually, saying he seriously needed to suck my dick and was out of his mind horny. He was distressed that I was across town and would take about 25 minutes to get to him, and said his cell phone was "old school" and he had no GPS or anything. I gave him directions and assured him I'd get there fast. We were going to meet in the parking lot. I shot over there like a bat out of hell and got there first, as he was "tooling around" waiting for me, and had gone to a car wash. After five minutes he pulled up beside me. He was so fucking cute. He asked me to slide into his car. I did. His legs filled out his pants in a way that made my spine liquefy. A bit of hair curled out of the V in his shirt. His biceps bulged unconspicuously but healthily above his fuckin beautifully hairy forearms. A ham of a fist rested on the steering wheel. His eyes were warm and golden brown, a gorgeous transparent color that you could stare into and not find the bottom. His irises were big and frank, giving his face a more vulnerable look than I expected. I couldn't believe my luck. I told him he was really handsome and he said his mom always told him that. "Did she also say you'd look even better with her dick in your mouth?" I asked, and he said no, his brother said that. I giggled stupidly and he said "I'm from Tennessee, after all." He looked in my eyes and said he couldn't wait to suck my dick. He wasn't smarmy or oversexy about it, he just looked at me and told me what he wanted from me. And he pulled out his wallet and said, "I feel stupid, but here's my money for the room." He handed me two twenties and I folded them and put them away, saying "I usually don't ask for this until after I've allowed myself to be sucked off," and he laughed. "Let me go get the room and I'll be right back." GOD what luck! Well, no. I got inside and they said there were no rooms available. WTF! I went back out and told him the situation. There was a Super 8 right across the street. "Let's just try that," I said. He followed me. But as I drove past the door of the office, a paper sign announced "NO VACANCIES." WTF! I trotted over to his car after we parked again. "There's no vacancy here either," I whined. "What the hell!" he whined with me. But we both grinned at each other. "Look, I gotta get my dick in you," I said. "If you're willing to go over by the airport there's lots of places." "Do you have one of those smart phones? Can you get a reservation?" I told him that's exactly what I'd do. And I did. I trotted back to his car and told him where to go. "I don't have GPS," he told me, "I use GPH: Get People's Help! I'll just follow you." So I led him to the hotel and waved to him in the parking lot, grinning, as I ran in to check in. The lobby was, of course, swarming with people who seemed to have baroque requirements for room arrangements that flustered the receptionist. I waited as patiently as I could, cursing my perennial bad luck. After a while the cutie texted me a little smiley. Somehow I found that incredibly appealing. It was just a smiley. Who was this guy?? "Of course, there is a line," I texted him. "Sit tight." "I am PRECUMMING LIKE CRAZY in my pants!" he texted back. Standing in the lobby I exchanged a flurry of dirty texts with him. "Have you got a lot of time, man?" I asked. "My dick is yours all evening if you want it." "I have dinner plans with a friend I haven't seen in a year :/" he texted back. Again somehow the wry smiley made me smile. This boy was not like other boys. He was incredibly sexy and horny and a doof. I looked wistfully at the desk manager who suddenly ran away waving an electronic key card, leaving the rest of us to stare at each other with eyebrows raised and helpless, open hands. She didn't come back for five minutes. Nothing was happening except dinner time was inching closer and closer. Finally I had a room of my own and texted him where to meet me. He showed up a minute after I got in there, and I closed the door. He immediately ripped his clothes off, saying how much he wanted me NOW, and that beautiful tool sprang free. He wagged it back and forth with a thwapping sound by twisting his hips, grinning at himself. He was already poking straight out. "You're out of control," I said to him, pulling my own clothes off, revealing my not-yet-hard, sad little sausage. But he had said he liked to start sucking on soft dick to feel it harden in his mouth. I didn't have to care. This guy was awesome. I climbed in the bed and said, "Get to work." He didn't right away. He jumped up on the bed between my legs, curled into himself a bit, showing me just the crown of his head, his flexing meaty shoulders and biceps, and thick haunches. He stroked my feet and kissed my legs all up and down. He brushed his face against my bush and breathed on my meat. "Your body drives me crazy," he said, inhaling my scent. I looked at my pale fleshy form skeptically. But then I just stretched my arms across the pillows and lay back and let him do his thing as my meat slowly swelled into what he needed. I can't give a blow-by-blow of this. All I can say is, this was pure mutual body worship. He shook and trembled and made my dick feel like heaven. We stared at each other's bodies and stroked them in wonder and sucked face and pounded against each other and I drove him crazy with my face in his awesome, awesome ass, dimpled at the sides, emphasized by beautiful streaks of muscle down his back aimed right at his crack. Tongues and noses and hands, beard brushed against ear, lips buried in bush, fingers exploring a thick meaty cleft in heroic buttocks. I returned to eating the ass and time slipped away. And I stuck my dick in him and he took me with no resistance and cried out over and over, "You're inside my body man, you're inside my fucking body." And we fucked so beautifully and just looked at each other and laughed and laughed. "I am going to fall in love with you man," he kept saying. "I can't believe how good you are fucking me. You are giving me everything I need." He looked... God, I can't even say how he looked there, those limbs, that chest, that hair, that raging-hard boner that never went down and only got bigger as I rammed against his prostate. "I love you I love you" he finally said as I pushed his legs back far, to allow me to press my whole body against his as I drilled my hips into him and brushed my lips against his brows, held his face in my hands. I could only laugh. It wasn't love, of course, it was something there was no word for. He looked into my eyes and I looked into his and we laughed and laughed, and the laughing expressed it all better than the word love did. Or the words "Gosh gee bob," which he had a ridiculous tendency to also say, and which only made ME "love" HIM more. I rammed the living daylights out of this fucking handsome stud and he said "Oh gosh gee bob. It's like beating off from the inside." He repeatedly begged me not to cum, to slow down, to cool off, to make it last. I kept turning the AC down lower and lower. He reared up on his knees at the bed at the edge of the bed and his dick was proudly displayed. "I know I'm a top and all," I said, "but it's time to suck this." And I worshipped that fucking tool like it was Ahura Mazda. And then we curled together six by nine and penetrated each other equally with our fucksticks. And I stuck it back in his warm wet depth and gosh gee bob and I love you and ha ha ha holy fuck this is so fucking good. And finally I had to pop all over him. I could have cum in him and maybe he wouldn't have cared. But I wanted to show him how much he would make me cum. I wanted him covered in me. And I plastered him and he said "Good God that smacked me in the face dude" and he wiped my cum on his hand and fisted his tool with it. He clearly needed some time to catch up. I held his body close to mine and felt him try to force himself over the edge with sweaty muscularity. He was soaked with all my fluids, sweat, spit, cum. It took him a while. What set him over the edge was me putting my hand on his pubes, with that tool poking up between my thumb and forefinger, my fingertips probing down behind his beautiful nuts, and telling him, "You're beautiful dick is so fucking hard, you're so fucking hard for me, so beautiful," and he erupted all over himself, a huge load of his own. "You're a fucking monster," he said, "and I'm a cum bucket." He looked down at himself with awe. We held each other and talked as the cum turned runny and became extremely fragrant-- almost disgustingly so. We talked and talked and the cum stank more and more. We were so happy. I finally got a washcloth and wiped him off. And we couldn't stop touching and kissing and talking and laughing. We took a shower together. We soaped each other up and talked about our partners and our aging parents and how much we desired each other and how glad we were to do this. There wasn't much time left but we kept lingering over every step of getting dry, getting dressed, getting out. "It would be too, too dangerous for us to live in the same town," he said, not sounding too wistful but maybe he was. I wondered what would happen in another life, were I single, and had met him. I wondered about all the things that had to lead up to this kind of an encounter. I didn't feel the weird pang and desire to push things further that I've felt in similar situations, and which the eloquent Bruce talked about recently, exposing myself to me. It was just a perfect experience. I felt a pure, overwhelming gratitude. I don't know who or what I am thanking. But... FUCK. Thanks! The handsome dork and I exchanged a few more sexy texts through the evening. He told me he was going to fantasize about this endlessly and beat off at least two more times tonight. Those huge balls of his must drive him crazy with lust. I'm truly honored he let me in. Gosh gee bob! More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... "You were recommended by a buddy on here, we are staying at the chamberlain suites in weho, the bottom needs his ass fucked and seeded" That was the message sent to me on BBRT by a very sexy muscle couple, I told them I could be right over. They gave me their room number, and I was there in 5 minutes, the bottom was still in the bathroom, so I grabbed the tops crotch, i got on my knees and began to suck his thick huge dick. "Damn, you have one talented mouth" he said. "Yeah, keep sucking my dick." I kept inhaling his massive cock while his boy was in the shower, then i got to sucking on his balls, but when I started to lick and suck on his perineum THAT really set him off, he grabbed my head, shoved his dick down my throat and shot his huge muscle daddy load deep down my throat, he sat down and collected himself, and a few minutes later his boy walked out, a tall and hunky country boy with a sexy southern farm drawl. I had him on all fours on the couch and i face was buried in his hole. I was so hot from all that and my dick was rock hard, I spit on his hole, and slid my dick into his muscled mancunt. I held his muscled ass and began to pound him, nailing him deep. he told me what a slut he his, that he loves to take loads while his daddy watches him, that his hole is made to be used to take dick and cum. I pulled out and ate his hole some more, then shoved my dick back into him. I was getting close, and told told him to tell me what he wanted. "I want you to shoot your babies from that black dick into my bareback cunt, I want to walk around smelling like sex and your load leaking from my hole, breed me so everyone knows what I slut I am when they smell me, give me that cum" I fired off a load in his ass. "Holy fuck daddy!!!" he exclaimed. "I cant fucking feel him blasting inside me." I fired off a few jets of semen, and then I pulled out. The top went to the shower to clean up, but gave me a kiss before he went. I thanked the bottom, told him I need to get off like that, and I left to go home. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He'd been around for years on all those pick-up apps - Scruff, Growlr, A4A or Grindr. I know this, because I have too. I've seen him, he's seen me - and thanks to those 'who's viewed me' we both know we've looked at each other. But neither of us acted on it. Until a few weeks ago. I was on his side of town. He as less than a mile from me and I mentioned it to him. I got the invite over, but I told him I hadn't "prepped" for much. He was great about it. I'm not big on muddy fucks or anything, but realize that one can't always be squeaky clean. He said that's what showers were for and to get my ass over. I drove over as I thought he had a very realistic and animal sense about sex. 47, 5'9", 160, about 7" - not too thick, not too thin. It was nice. We had a good rapport and conversation, most of it sexual, was easy and in a way teasing. He'd mention seeing me on-line and how he wanted to fuck me. Even when I we were e-chatting and I said something about coming over to suck him, he said it was my ass that he wanted. Who was I to deny? Immediately we went back to a bedroom. Soon I was on my knees, taking his 7" into my mouth. He told me he knew I would be a cocksucker. I am. I'm not bragging, I just am. He "made" me strip. He was naked too and his body was nice. Nothing extra special, just well maintained. He leaned back on the bed, me on the floor, on my knees. Laying all the way back, I lightly ran my tongue up his naturally hairless balls. He shuddered. Any mere mortal would. Not because of my tongue, but because of the action; the sensitivity. Yes, I went up and sucked his cock. That was my job. And yes, I traveled south to lick his taint and to go ever further down - right to his hole. The man loved to get his ass eaten and I fucking loved doing it. But you know I'm an ass-eater. It is "work" I enjoy. And I was there for quite a while. I even told him, "you'll have to tell me when enough is enough, because I can do this forever". He never did quite tell me to stop. But to mix things up, I did ask him if he had an ice cube. He got one. He laid back. Into my mouth the cube went to take off the rough edges - and then slowly and surely, with my mouth, I inserted that frozen water right up his shit hole. While I tongued the hole after it was up there, I knew that cube would be disappearing. You could hear his moaning. If he'd had neighbors, they'd have heard it through the walls. I love giving some guys their first experience at something. This was all new to him. As I continued to eat that hole, I also took back water. That melted block had to go somewhere, no? I've never been much of a feltcher, nor do I want anyone feltching a load out of my ass. But this seemed right - and yeah, I knew that water also contained his ass juices....at least potentially. After that - it was down to the main event. The one he wanted me for: fucking. The man knew what he was doing. At least in terms of how to fuck. He was adapt at using his hips, cock, mind and mouth - synchronizing them all for one dirty and fun experience. He did, however, overdo it on the poppers. Like with me, too many huffs of that can turn your penis too soft for finishing the job. That was unfortunate. I did, though, use my mouth to get him off. Oh yes. Yes, I did. It was a nice and sizable four day load. I took it all. He made me - yes made - me jack off for him. You know I'd rather not cum, but he was the boss then and there, and his demand....well...... I don't think I had cum for two weeks at this point. He wasn't expecting what was about to happen. My belly, my pubes, my chest, my chin, next to my head and onto his sheet - I don't doubt some hit him as well. It wasn't just the two weeks part, it was the experience part. He knew what he was doing, he knew how to excite me and he did. I was back the next day for round #2 More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Last night I slipped my throbbing bare tool in the sweet meaty ass of a guy who was Not Quite As Advertised on Scruff... but I actually really dug it anyway, in the end. I hit him up because he was super cute and had a nice meaty little body, not too meaty but just right, a little shorter than me, nice broad shoulders. He was fairly young, 31 or so, and cute enough that I didn't think he'd respond (almost no one does on Scruff; I'm not sure what's up with those apps). But he did, and unlocked like a dozen more pictures of himself-- an awesome body shot showing a beautiful mat of straight, highly patterned hair on his torso, a couple more of his humongous uncut dick with gigantic fat shaved balls hanging below it, and... well, a bunch more face pix that looked vaguely like the guy in the main pic but not exactly the same. They didn't look much like each other, either, to be honest, though they were from varied enough angles and enough different candid situations that I figured he might be one of those dudes that photographs strangely. As usual the best photo was the one he took of himself in the mirror (or the one whoever it was in the pic took of himself-- I'm still not sure, even after humping and slobbering all over him for an hour). But even in the private pix the body looked good-- maybe a little meatier than the first one but still doable, and his ass looked like a real prize. The way his body hair spread across his torso made my dick thicken in my pants. He said all the right things about what he liked, though we didn't discuss going raw; I figured I could have a good time with this guy no matter what, so I didn't want to scare him away. We exchanged last-tested dates and set up a time for the next day. And I showed up at the appointed time, having been unusually excited even on the way over, feeling like I could cum in my pants, even! That hair pattern, rising up from his crotch in a thick, radiating line, up to his chest, where it branched out like an eagle's wings, kept flashing into my mind as I drove, making my balls ache. I was really excited. Well, when I arrived, he looked most like the least attractive pictures he showed me, and his body had definitely porked up a little-- he didn't read as fat or anything, just a little too thick for me. I leant in for a kiss and he kissed very well-- extremely smooth lips, good pressure-- but an arm around his waist did not quite circle as much as I liked because of his bulk. I reached down for the ass and it was definitely not a disappointment-- firm, fleshy, ample, ready. I thought, well, let's make the best of this. He'd made me wait outside in the car a bit because I managed to get across town much faster than I thought I would, and because apparently his mom had called right after I left to tell him his dad was in the hospital, and so he had yet to shower. I started at this a bit, suddenly thinking about my own situation, but he waved it off when I asked, saying it wasn't really news to him. I wondered if it was bad that I was going to stick my dick in him while his dad was languishing in a sick bed. But he led me up to his bedroom, where he quickly pulled off his shirt to reveal that fucking hair. It still was doing its magic. I saw gold-wrapped condoms on the bedside table next to a huge, rather complicated-looking pump bottle of lube, and my heart sank a bit-- I had visions of eating his ass with my expert touch and getting him so excited I could just spit on my dick and guide it into his warm moist depths. Suddenly the balance was shifting too much into disappointment territory. But I gamely persevered and pulled my pants off. We made out some standing up naked, and I felt his huge dick get extremely hard against my pubes, tickling my own meat which was only slightly thickening. The light from the bedside table was kind of garish and annoying. As if he were reading my mind, he turned around and shut it off, and the room became very dark, lit only by a light on a landing outside and down the stairs. I could barely see him, really. In a way, it suited me-- I could imagine he was the dude in the pictures for real! And just focus on how his body hair and meaty legs felt in my hands. I climbed on top of him and ground into him but was not getting fully hard, though I liked how he responded to my slow stroking of that enthralling rug of hair. I decided he was going to have to suck me hard, and with a bit of trepidation clambered up beside his head and stuck my meat in his face. He sucked it in and it was verrrrry good-- the excitement from the drive over immediately reignited and my dick inflated in his mouth like a dingy with its string pulled. It felt so good and my erection appeared so forcefully that I almost wanted to just cum instantly-- maybe it was the sensory deprivation of the dark, but I suddenly wanted to feel everything at once. He sucked me beautifully but I slowed him down a bit and got back on top of him, thrusting my dick along side his extremely impressive, marble-hard tool. Things were looking up. We did some more of that and then I flipped him and went to work with my mouth on those fucking cheeks. At this point we both were very, very into it. There is nothing like a guy with the perfect amount of hair, a huge round ass, huge round balls, huge fat dick, humping his rear into your face and sucking your tongue up in his hole. I could hear and smell him huffing poppers-- I have no idea where the bottle came from or how he did this so unobtrusively, but when his hole dilated and my tongue sank in, I was grateful for his ability to do it without fanfare. He moaned and opened his legs and I gave him all I had, slowly stroking my spit-wet dick, which was now hard enough to cut diamonds. I had to stand up and feel this hole on my dickhead. I put it right in the target and thrust very shallowly, not enough to really get it in but enough to stretch him a bit and maybe make him hungry enough to decide to take me without any fucking latex. And he circled his hips when he felt my glans stroking that sensitive skin around the ring back there... a luxuriant movement that verrrry slowly worked my dickhead all the way in; I felt the flat fleshy ridge at the bottom of the head pop past the circle of muscle and then pop back out. Man, I love my dickhead. I moaned and said "Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck" about nine times and stuck my face back there and ate and ate. He was moaning his own incantation. I switched back and forth between tongue and dickhead about four or five times, each time getting more and more of my aching hard shaft into him, until the last time it slipped in all the way, with no effort at all, and I felt my fuzzy balls resting on the back of his shaved ones. Awesome. I almost came, so I had to pull out. I arranged him back in the middle of the bed and kept it up-- some eating, feeling those huge globes against my cheeks, then laying my body atop his, and running the entire length of my tubesteak into him, flexing the muscles that made it engorge with blood and made my dickhead flare inside him, and every time he yelped with intense pleasure and fucked his ass back into me. And each time I felt like I just had to cum. So I would pull out and eat, then run it all the way back in. Only a few times could I manage to slam my hips against his meaty body a few times without getting too close, and each time I had to quit and rest and tell him not to move. Something about his juices inside were completely electric on my tool. I kept trying to get used to it but I never could, it always felt overwhelmingly pleasant on my meat, and the last time I pulled out it felt so good I just began squirting all over his back. I said "Oh fuck I can't control it man, I'm sorry, I gotta fuckin CUMMMMMMM" and I heard the hot thick salty jets of my man-nectar splatter across his back. He said "That is EXTREMELY HOT" and wiggled his body some as I rained pleasure all over him. "Oh fuck that's a lot of cum." I laughed and laughed and just kept saying "I'm sorry that just felt TOO FUCKING GOOD man I'm sorry," and he said "Oh man just keep cummin on me" and I did. I laid down beside him and laughed some more. And before too long I found a towel and cleaned off his back so he could lay beside me. We talked for about half an hour about our parents. He is in a similar situation, but both of his parents are having trouble, very different troubles. He was a little weirdly enthusiastic about working for the business end of a giant national funeral home conglomeration. He tended to ramble a bit but it was nice to lie there in the dark, just talking freely and rubbing his very firm, round, lightly-fuzzy ass. His situation suddenly made mine seem a little more manageable. I left after about 40 minutes and drove to my sister's in the cool night air to pick up something my nephew left there. On the way I got a text from the dude, saying "That was hot. If you want a repeat let me know." Which was nice. I wonder if he'd let me cum in him? I dunno if I'll really take him up on it... but it's nice to be appreciated. I wish I'd lasted longer. I could have done some serious damage to that ass. But sometimes it's just nice to be so fuckin turned on you can't help it. It was good. More...

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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I dicked the stuffing out of a cute little 5'9, 130-pound slip of a thing who wailed and whimpered like he was having the time of his life, and left him soaked inside with almost a week's production of sperm from my constantly-neglected testicles. This was the fuck I've been needing to reward me for my time down here in my lame, sprawling home town! This little guy had hit me up on Scruff, I believe, early on in my visit down here, when I didn't have much energy to do anything but worry, cry, and spend money on the zillions of things I suddenly had to do to make my mom's apartment comfortable for her. His pictures were just OK-- his ass looked awesome but he seemed a little scrawny and weasely for me on the app, and his body was completely hairless and thin; honestly not my usual flavor. But he pursued me a lot and it was kind of nice. He lived near the hospital my mom had been in, and I thought maybe at some point things would calm down and I could go screw him to take the edge off, but the long disaster of my mom's health kept getting in the way and making it impossible to think about much else. And the few times I was free, he was not. I kinda gave up on him, and then he popped up on Growlr too, even though he's quite twinkly. On that site, his picture was a lot more attractive, though he was wearing the ubiquitous sunglasses guys here seem to wear by local decree in their photos. While they hid his eyes, the picture showed off really luscious lips and a nice chin that didn't show up well in the pictures I'd seen before. Something about his face made my dick jump. I suddenly really, really wanted to fuck him, and told him so, and he reacted in a pretty awesome way. I decided at some point I was going to cum in this little dude big. It was just a matter of time. At one point we were both free on a weekend, but he told me I'd have to come over and fuck him in front of his boyfriend, while the boyfriend beat off. I don't work all that well with an audience and told him so, though I think my readers might enjoy such a thing. He said it was OK, that he would rather have me one-on-one anyway. That was a good reply. I decided to turn up the heat on him. But things continued not to work out, and we lost touch again. Yesterday he asked me about today, with a specific time. It was something I could swing, as I'm working in coffee shops these days and feeling more comfortable leaving my mom to her own resources, visiting with neighbors, having lunch with friends, that kind of thing. So when the hour came, I was pretty excited. He asked me to come over a little early, and I did. He met me at the door looking even better than his Growlr picture-- he was thin and young looking but he had a definitely whiff of handsomeness about him. I circled my hairy forearm around his willowy little waist as I slipped through his front door and pulled him to me, reaching down with one hand to feel an extremely meaty, round buttock, and slipping his bottom lip between mine. He made a little noise and quickly wrapped himself around me, tipping his head back, and returning my kiss with a real passion. My dick instantly began to swell. We walked through his foyer wrapped around each other and stopped in the middle of the living room. A dog was barking violently and swirling all around me, but eventually calmed down, though it did not stop that circling. But we were quickly pretty oblivious to it. I kept sucking his face and running my hands up and down his extremely hard little body, circling that tiny waist with hands that seemed huge and meaty compared to his frame, and sucking on his tongue which felt impossibly slick and liquid in his mouth, cool and delicious in mine. His neck and chest flushed bright red and he began to almost hyperventilate, saying, "You are so incredibly hot, daddy," without an ounce of put-on childishness. I didn't say much, just grunted a bit in his ear and chewed his neck while he vibrated against me with intense pleasure. "God, you do that just right." I was playing this kid like a piano! And he was slowly slipping his hands down, down into my pants, past my stomach and then through my rough pubes and up to the base of my dick which was now hard as cement in my pants, pointing down my pant leg. He began unbuttoning me and pulling my clothes off to get at my hairy skin, and I let him till everything was just hanging off me and my dick was throbbing in the air. I pushed him slowly to his knees and slipped my meat into his mouth. He had dark hair, cut short but also still somehow shaggy, which I gripped with my fingers as he worked my tool with a gaping, desperate mouth. His eyebrows were knitted in uncontrollable pleasure. I let him swallow me deep into his small mouth-- my length and thickness is not that great but was too much for his small features-- and then asked him if we could lay back in bed and get comfortable. He said hell yes, and we went into the huge fluffy bed in his bedroom, where he peeled off his clothes down to a jockstrap which I quickly dispatched so I could enjoy his little body completely naked. He positioned himself between my thighs and worked at my dick beautifully, pumping his tight white body against the covers and my leg as he sucked away. I had to keep calming him down so he wouldn't make me pop too quickly, but he seemed happy to do what I asked him. When I flipped him and clambered on top of him, slowly lowering my hairy body inch by inch onto his tight smooth one, he wriggled and yelped and grabbed at the hair on my back and almost seemed like he was going to weep with excitement, saying "Yes daddy yes daddy yes" over and over, shaking his head back and forth, eyes wrenched shut. When I was fully pressed against him he wrapped his legs around me tightly, and I ground into him until he began that hyperventilating again. "I'm gonna fuck that little body of yours," I said, "and shoot all my cum into it." He nodded and shook his head simultaneously, saying "Yes yes yes I want it so bad. You are so fucking hot." "I'm gonna cum in you and I want you to keep it in you," I said, "all day and all night, keep my cum inside your body, yeah?" And he opened his ice-blue eyes and looked into mine and said "Yes yes yes I want your cum inside me all day." And I slid my dick down between his thick round buttocks till it was rubbing up against his hole, and he grew wild when he felt me there, grabbing me everywhere. I reared up on my hands and let him see my big fat tool lying beside his (which was actually maybe a bit bigger than mine). He looked down, saw me red and hard there, and sucked in his breath, crying "Oh fuck daddy look at that fucking dick," and humping his hips up into me. I got up on all fours and pushed his body to the side; he complied, rolling over slowly, showing me an ass that belonged on a much meatier body. They were true beauties. His body had been pretty hairless except his forearms, his calves, a small treasure trail, but from behind it was clear he had a rather big bush between his cheeks. This isn't really my favorite-- makes it harder to eat a guy out and interferes with the smooth sliding of a good fuck-- but I didn't care, he looked great and I had to taste. He had big round nuts to match his big fat dick and big round buttocks. There was a lot to feast on down here, and he was loving it as much as I was. His dick was ramrod hard in my hand as I swallowed his balls one at a time, then sucked them both, the let them out of my mouth slowly, licking up to his asshole, biting his asscheeks, and running my beard along his inner thigh, cycling around and around slowly as he whined and begged for more. I fisted my tool, which was precumming freely, and got my dickhead slick to go in. I stood up beside the bed, aimed at his hole, planted my tool in his cleft-- which still felt rather tight-- and just let his desire to be penetrated coax him back to me. Almost millimeter by millimeter I sank into him. His whimpering sounded a little mixed with pain, and he did feel too tight to fuck yet. So I slid myself out from the shallow depth I'd obtained and ate him out some more, feeling my tongue go deeper into him as I had stretched him out a bit so far. The next time I put myself there, I sank in beautifully, only verrrrry gently pulling on his hard little hip bones to ease him back to my groin. Once I felt myself get deep enough to tickle his balls with the rough hair at the base of my dick, I began to drill. He was rather tight and dry, but had his ass raised high in the air to receive me, with his head ground down into the bedding, red with exertion and with veins popping out of his neck. He wanted it bad. And then, miraculously, like a good little bottom, he began self-lubricating for me. I drilled deeper and deeper and he magically became slicker and slicker inside for me, until I could mount up on top of him more forcefully and pound my dick down into his guts, almost certainly jamming up against his gland like an arrow hitting a bulls-eye. "You're a good boy," I told him over and over. "You just take that fucking dick, man." His replies were like full of sobs. I bent over so I could coo into his ear, "I'll fuck you right, little man. Give me your body and I'll fuck it right, I'll make you feel just what you need with my dick. Just give me that ass." "It's yours, Daddy, fuck me man, oh god you are fucking me just right, you are, give it to me, oh God," he cried over and over. I finally commanded him onto his back, "so I can look at you when I fuck you." He flipped over like a fish, and pulled his legs back eagerly, and looked me in the eye with raw hunger. I positioned my tool, pulled his legs aside by his feet, and pushed into him all the way, and began plowing him in earnest. He felt incredible inside now; so slick I didn't even notice the hair all around his hole, which was a lot softer than it looked. We stared at each other, and kissed, and pressed our faces together, and I fucked and fucked him. I began to sweat and drip all over him. His nose, which was very long and fleshy for such a thin face, felt almost like a small dick against mine-- the nose is the dick of the face, and I love feeling it press into my own face, I love to actually put my lips around a guy's nose. He seemed to find new pleasure in absolutely everything I did to him, but he went wildest when I put my tongue in his ear. He was an awesome fuck. Somewhere around this point, an absolutely ridiculous-looking little cat sauntered across the pillow where my sweet bottom's handsome head was resting. It had a huge fluffy face but a close-shaved body and ridiculous, spindly legs, covered with spotted orange fur, and giant paws. Its head was about five times too large for its body as it turned to look at me and watch my sweaty exertions, slowly making its way across the bed like one of the more psychotic creations on the Muppet Show. My hips were still slamming into the bottom but I had to point and laugh at this absurd thing. The bottom only slowly became aware of it, and then managed to come out of his dick-drugged stupor to smile and say, "Oh, that's just..." and then sink back into being just the receptacle of my dick again. My peripheral vision began to shrink to this hot kid's gleaming white body again, and I lost track of it somewhere off the right field of my vision but before the edge of the bed. I don't know if it sat there watching me plow its owner for the duration or not, come to think of it. And I forgot about it until after we were done, when it made another appearance on top of my clothes, disdainfully riding them across the floor as I tried to pull them out from under him as I was getting dressed. But the bottom and I fucked for about fifteen minutes. I was surprised I'd lasted as long as I had with him at all, considering how much it turned me on to look at and touch his body while he sucked my dick at the beginning. But the connection was intense and perfect. Still, I couldn't stand the pleasure of pounding my body into his any more, and told him I had to cum. He wanted to cum with me, and began beating off fiercely, but I pushed his hand away so I could hold his body to mine, pressing my full weight into him while my nuts gushed into him. He felt my dick throbbing in him and sobbed some more, "Daddy Daddy Daddy." I came for a long minute, just basking in the thrill of this most masculine of experiences. We kissed a lot even after I was done, and I fucked him a bit more with my slowly softening dick. When I popped it out, and stood to get some of the kinks out of my legs from that thrusting position, he slid to the edge of the bed, pulled me close, and slid my dickhead into his mouth again, drinking down the stray drops that remained. And he finally beat himself to his own orgasm, just feeling the flesh of my glans against his tongue. It was awesome. We talked for a while about how fucking how that fucking fuck was. And then went on to talk about what I was going through, and where we were from, and our partners and our lives. He was verrrrry talkative in the end. We took a shower together and he talked my ear off in there, but it was a pleasure to see him so animated and happy to be with me, loaded with my cum, in a warm shower, being friendly, and not having to suffer my getting dressed and trotting out immediately. Eventually, after toweling off, dressing, and having some water, talking all the while, I had to break away from him and get back to work. He asked me over and over to come fuck him again, and I told him I would make it a priority to get back to him. I'd really like to. Maybe not be so pent-up this time, fuck him even longer. Really spend some time touching him and feeling him before and after. And I left into the bright, sunny, cool day. Within fifteen minutes he'd texted me, "Damn, that was a hot time. My ass is good n sore!" We traded a bunch of sexy texts about how good the connection was, which I always appreciate. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here His eyes were blue and intense, yet they had a certain niceness to them. That is dangerous, as you might not always know where you stood if you didn't somewhat know the man. Oddly, it was a first time meeting, but not a first time knowing him. Years ago (7-8?) we connected via YahooGroups. Something about him intrigued me and we chatted now and again. He was definitely all top. In a chat forum, he was definitely all dom. He had ideas of me sharing his and his lover's bed and fucking me raw while his lover was fast asleep. It all sounded hot, if not unrealistic - but that is mostly due to the distance, as he was in the Carolinas and I was not. RC is in his mid-40s, maybe 5'9" and 180. His demeanor on chat was gruff, and he took no guff from the likes of me. But he knew of my blog and read it. Sometimes he'd comment to me, but never on the blog, about things I had done and what a pig I seemed to be. Last week, there was a leather event in town. While I had attended on the outskirts (i.e. hitting up the rooms of a participant a few years back), I had never been a part of the actual event. That changed this year. I worked the event and mingled. Sadly, I had little interest in me. Oddly, newbies are welcome but the community is tight and everyone knew everyone. No one knew me. Still, I thought I'd be fair game because of that, but I think I wasn't for that very reason. So imagine my surprise that by screen name, I see RC on one of the iPhone cruising apps. He confirmed it was he. The next day I was at the event and told him so. He said he'd be at the vendor fair, where I already was. It wasn't long before we ran into each other. With his boy's back turned away from us, and the boy never noticing me, RC reached out and grabbed my left nipple and squeezed........HARD. I admittedly cringed in pain. Something I did not want to do being surrounded by heavier duty leather men and a room full of torture gear. ...and everyone who read this for content knows I react much more sluttily to the light nipple touch. He knew this too - he just didn't give a fuck. He leaned in to his boy, who never did turn around, and said he was going up to the room. I followed at a respectable pace. We were in the elevator together, alone, and he much more lightly played with my tits. My knees went weak. When we got to the floor, wouldn't you know the housekeeper was cleaning? We went around the corner to wait, where no one could see. His hands went back to my chest. I stood there, taking it like a good boy. Soon, his hand was down my pants and to my hole. I stood there, taking it like a good boy. Then that finger was in my mouth. Then two. Then three. Then four. I was a good boy. A few minutes later we had access to the room. "Strip" was his only word. All my clothes came off. Our eyes never leaving each other. Those blue eyes I kept staring into as I shed my pants (nothing underneath) and my t-shirt and socks. He stood full clothed. He told me to kneel. I knew enough not to try to disrobe him unless he said / told me too. He didn't. "On the bed, on your back" was the next command. RC went to his room refrig and pulled out a package. Inside were old prescription bottles, taller thinner ones. From previous conversations I knew what they were. IF he ever jacked off, he saved and froze the load. Devil's Dick. He opened the first one and it was solid. He placed the entire container into my mouth for it to start to thaw. He went back to playing with my tits. Then something unexpected - he licked my asshole. By the time he was done, thawing had started to take place. "Open your mouth". I complied. A huge glob of a sperm slushie hit my mouth. I swallowed. More came out, onto my mouth, my lips, my face. What didn't go down my throat got rubbed all over my face and into my beard. I immediately smelled like semen. Of course, it was under my nose, but I would believe anyone would pick up on the scent. Another bullet of frozen jizz was taken out of the container and placed in my mouth where it melted, trickling down my throat. That soon came out - bound for other destinations. "Lift your legs". I complied. The frozen sperm was pushed up, slow but deliberate. It was accepted and immediately started melting in its new confines. If you've never had an ice cube up your ass you won't know what I'm talking about. Have a sexual partner try it with you, or vice versa. It's quite the experience of cold and hot at the same time. The heat is physical, mental and psychological. With his own spit on his cock, he pushed into me. RC commented that the frozen contents were melted, but I could feel a mix of cold now and again as he pumped my ass. Another cylinder of cold spooge was placed in my mouth momentarily. RC withdrew and came to my side of the bed. Taking the iced spunk from my mouth, I took his cock into my mouth. I'd say he 'made' me, but he didn't. It was a given. Unspoken. Expected. He knew I wasn't a novice - a boy he'd have to instruct or train. I licked that cock clean. With that frozen cum in his hand, he went back between my legs and soon that was up my ass too. He went in right behind this time. He could feel the heat and the cold. It worked on him the same way it worked on me....at least I'm assuming. I finally spoke. "I have two of your loads up me". He snickered. "Try 24! It takes 12 loads to fill up one of those vials." True enough, he marked the top of each vial with how many loads were in there. 12 on my face / in my mouth, 24 up my ass. And he was pumping his bare dick in my ass. He didn't need spit, he has his own cum for lube. Oh yes, it was all his own cum - he wasn't collecting from others. RC was a champ at fucking. Solid strokes, only caring about his own pleasure, but inadvertently making me feel good. Honestly, my pleasure was knowing he was feeling good, though physically I was not displeased. As he fucked me hard, I could feel some cum being squeezed out. This was new to me, as I pride myself on keeping the loads in me. But I've never had 24 loads in me before, so.............there's that. Depending on how he moved, I could still feel waves of cold now and again. It was an incredible feeling. RC climbed higher on me, getting deeper in me. Pumping just a little harder and a little faster. "You're a fucking pig". Well I couldn't refute that statement he made while he fucked me, could I? Somewhere he called me a "whore". Again.......I had no way to object given the circumstances. Until he squeezed but never shut his eyes - his blue eyes - and muttered sounds, not words, I didn't know he was that close. He was. His unwavering blue eyes looking right into me, or through me, as he went past the point of no return. Fresh. Hot. Cum. was being added to cataloged frozen semen. Mixing together in me....all from him. Load #37. He stayed in me as long as he could. But he did something unexpected and slipped out at the same time. Not unwelcome, but unexpected. His lips met mine. For such a calculating man (I won't say 'cold'), his lips are, without a doubt, the softest I might have ever encountered. Like his eyes - warm and blue, but still steely in their gaze, the softness of the kiss could be confusing. Had we begun with that, it would not have given a glimpse of the man that lurked underneath. The man that in some ways waited for 8 years to breed me. A man who carries around his own frozen cum to use on fuckboys. A man who without hesitation fucks another while his boy is downstairs....or possibly in his own bed at the same time. He looked over my shoulder, and I knew he was looking at the clock. "You can tell me to get the fuck out, you know" - and he did. I dressed, knowing not even to think about asking to wash my face or do any clean-up. I'd be going back down to the activities fully loaded and with sperm on my fucking face and in my beard. I would be going down smelling of sex. Before getting to the door, I was handed a parting gift. A vial of cum. Frozen cum. 11 loads worth. The cap said so. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Yup- got fucked in the sauna at the gym on Friday. This guy and I have flirted with each other online for over a year and played “grab-cock” more than once in the steam room at the gym. He is partnered and a bit of a pig, but he also struggles with trying to be good. It’s so adorable when guys do that! I’ve been trying to get this guy to breed me for quite some time, but the gym was always too busy for it. And he would never agree to cum to my place, even though he lives close by. Well, Friday it was nice outside, so the gym was virtually empty. We made eye contact in the showers and I knew it was on. We only had to wait long enough for a straggler or two to clear out, then it was just us in the sauna, stroking our cocks. “You need to shove that cock in my ass. Now.” I told him point blank. “Fuuuuuck. I don’t know… I mean, I think your ass is hot…..” “Dude, we’ve been talking about this for a year. You’re on BBRT. You like bareback. I like bareback. I want your cum in my ass. We’re alone. Lets donut already.” Then I stood up, held my towel in front of my erection, and set my ass right in front of him. He stood up and starts running his cock along my crack. I spit on my hand and lubed my hole. Then I spit again and lubed his cock. Then without further ado, his 7 inches was all the way up inside me and his hands were on my hips. He was definitely turned on by the scene. Being naughty in public, fucking raw, cheating in his bf. I got like a minute of hard thrusting, then he gasped and shuddered a bit. And his cock started throbbing inside me. Once his orgasm subsided, I told him to sit. We moved as one, him still hard inside me as we sat on the bench. Squatting, I rode his cock deeper into my cumlubed ass- and within like 10 seconds, I shot a fountain of jizz onto the rubber floor mats. Then I licked the last couple drops from my hand, and stood up. His cock slid free and we were done. No interruptions. We kind of grinned at each other. “About time,” I told him. “Yeah. We need to do this again sometime,” he chuckled. Then we ht the showers. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Today I was able to leave work early. Naturally, I figured that I may as well check out the commute and see if anyone else was heading my direction. I hopped onto the train and noticed there was only one older man seated a few seats away. After I sat, I pulled out my phone. At the next step a young kid got on and sat in the seat across from me. Late 20's, dark hair and a small septum piercing. A hot little package over all. Knowing that the empty car would be perfect, I watched him for a minute and decided it would be a good time to put own cock piercing back in. I undid my jeans and tugged on my cock to set it free, and then slid the 2 gauge ring into hole. By the time I was done, the young kid had his 7 inches of hard cock out and it was aiming straight to the ceiling. An entirely empty (only us and the older guy) train is rare, so I motioned for him to sit next to me. He stood and walked across the aisle, and sat down. The older guy then took his old seat and watched us - and that was not going to bother me. Immediately I leaned over to impale my throat with this young stud's pole. I could reach around the base and the first 4 inches, but the last 3+ inches was prominently wider. No problem... As I was going further down, the kid was letting me know that he was enjoying this blowjob. When the train pulled into the next station, I sat up to see if anyone was going to be boarding. Nope. A train did pull in on the other track, so I told the young stud to wait a moment. Once that train pulled out, I dove back down on his cock. From that point, I knew we would have a few minutes interruption free and turned to really give him some deep throat action. Between the slight rocking of the train, his small thrusts up and my piston action down on his cock I could feel the head banging away at the entrance to my throat. That was apparently what he liked as well, because his moaning picked up and I was treated to a minute of full on non-stop skull fucking. With another low moan, I felt his shaft swell and he began to unleash his seed into my mouth. Feeling the first spasm, I extended my neck and let the head of his cock lodge into my throat and spew his cum right in. The volume and velocity were enough that even as the last drops were spurting out I could taste the sweet load before it slid down my gullet. I leaned up and used my hand to milk the shaft as I came up, and was rewarded with a bit more clear delicious cum. That last bit went into my mouth as I sat up and I had to squeeze my throbbing meat to let my built up precum oooze down the head of my cock. Since we were fast approaching the next stop I just used my fingers and gathered up my precum and licked it clean. The young kid and I buttoned our jeans, stood up and exited the train. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today Hot Little Meaty had told me he had the day off. After not hearing from him on Sunday, when I'd hoped to fuck him silly and was extremely hot for it, I wasn't sure if he was a flake, despite having always said all the right things in occasional texts since he drank me down last week. So I didn't approach him about today. But he did reappear, asking if I could come over and fuck him. I definitely wanted to fuck him, but after last night's slightly disappointing session, I wasn't really horny at all. But my mom was doing pretty well today, and it was a nice day, and I felt I could spend the afternoon working outside the house to see how my mom does on her own a bit more. (She conspicuously wore the alert necklace thing today, I guess as a peace offering. That was a great development; I bought her some flowers to thank her.) If I could get away, it would let me swing over there after the gym at lunch and before I got back into work. Somewhat against my better judgment, I told him I would come plow him. I worked out, made my mom and myself some lunch, wolfed it down, showered, and got to his place just a little late. But it didn't go quite as planned. You can't fuck when you're not horny! He looked nice when he opened the door-- I really do love his compact, meaty body, although on second viewing I realize it's not quite as shapely or toned as it had seemed the first time, when I was out-of-my-mind horny. I'd told him in texts that we'd have to take it kinda slow because my life was really stressful, so when he opened the door for me and we first wrapped ourselves around each other, he did the polite thing and asked me what was going on that made me so uptight. I made out with him slowly in silence for a bit, then patted his stomach and told him we could talk after the fucking. I ran my hands all over him and kissed him slowly, and it felt nice but there was no stirring in my loins whatsoever. My heart sank a bit. But I wasn't going to give up. "Can we go someplace more comfortable?" I asked, as we were still standing in his kitchen in front of the sliding glass door with sunlight pouring in. He led me to the darkened living room where he blew me last time. There I peeled his clothes off and told him, "Just let me touch your body, man." And I did, slowly, up and down, feeling the small hairs and the swelling meat and soft skin under my hands. His own dick was poking straighter and straighter and he was loving the attention. I was running my beard up and down along his neck. As I felt him get excited, I started getting excited too. So I undressed as well, and we stood there touching each other and kissing. It was definitely helping me relax. "Can we go to the bed, man? I want to lay on top of you." And I sucked his lips some more. "Let me put my body on top of yours man." He nodded and led me to a bedroom. The whole apartment was pretty tastefully done, actually; not the typical foofy stuck-in-the-90s crap you tend to get down here, but actually relatively trendy and masculine-but-sliiiightly-overrefined. There was a big bed at the end of the room. "My dogs are in my room," he said, as if I realized he had taken me to some sub-standard room instead. I couldn't tell. But when we hopped on the bed, the bedspread slipped all around in a weird way. I wondered if this was on top of some kind of vinyl sheet. Good God, I hope he doesn't let dudes urinate on him in this bed, I thought. I laid back against the big pillows and opened my legs and invited him to feast. And he did, and it was nice. His meaty little body looked awesome with that little ass poking up, all the curves and shapes of his back displayed there for my pleasure. He got me really hard with his mouth. I laid on top of him and ground into him and his little body felt awesome. Interestingly, he hooked his legs along mine just like the dude last night did. But I was much more into this guy. His ears were still driving me crazy. We were very connected, grinding into each other like this. I flipped him to eat his ass, and he reacted beautifully, loving having the underside of his nuts licked, and his buttocks and inner thighs gently chewed. Much better than the dude last night! The ass was a little disappointing, though-- it looked great flexed atop his slack thighs when he was on his stomach servicing me, but from this angle with my face in it, it was really just an ass, like a cat maybe has just an ass. But he was so into it I kept it up a bit. And then ground into him some more. All I could think about was getting my dick in that meaty little body. Unfortunately I was really beginning to feel dehydrated. Coming here immediately after the gym on a rather warm day, into a house that didn't have any AC on, turned out to be a mistake. I was overheating fast, my mouth was not very moist and I couldn't slick my dick up right with saliva, and I felt like I wanted to be sweating but couldn't. So I stopped the festivities, reared up, looked into his eyes, and said, "I hate to do this, but can I get some water? I shouldn't have come here right from the gym, I feel really dehydrated." He smiled and said, "You can have anything you want, stud." He hopped up to get me some water; I asked if he had any juice instead, and he said again, "Anything you want, stud." When he trotted back with some OJ, my dick had deflated a good bit. He handed me the glass, and I drank thirstily for a long gulp, then said, "You can suck my dick while I drink this, if you want." "Oh, I want to," he said, and he put himself back in position and sucked my dick while I drained the glass. There was something very Don Draper about this, somehow, me lax against his pillows with one arm stretched out and the other tipping a highball glass back into my mouth, while he labored away at my tool, although the glass had fruit juice in it instead of bourbon. Still, it was kinda fun. He get me hard pretty quick, though he was a little overenthusiastic and toothy. He kept telling me how exciting my dickhead was and sucking at it hard. I personally like my dickhead too; I'm glad it's fat and fleshy. His is very tapered so I guess he likes the contrast. I held his meaty shoulders while he worked away at my hotspot, and suddenly I was unloading my not-horny nuts down his gullet. I came a good long time, actually. And he loved it. Afterward we talked for a long time about what I was going through, and he told me a bit about his partner, who had died in an accident six years or so before. It was a nice honest conversation and maybe was even more relaxing than the blowjob had been. He told me his sister had decorated the place; he seemed way too jocky-normal to put that together, with just the right touches of that rustic-industrial Brooklyn look that's everywhere now, but was rather cutting-edge three years ago when he said she'd done it. He told me we had to fuck sometimes when we could really spend the time; he had to see a personal trainer within a half an hour. I'm not sure what'll end up happening with this guy; I feel a little defeated after not being able to perform this time. The mind is a strange thing; attraction can be there and then not. I think I'd really rather go have a drink with him than fuck him. If I wasn't horny when I went to his house, I'm *really* not horny now, after two drainings in a row when my head was too foggy to enjoy anything. UltraMeat has resurfaced, asking how I'm doing (I told him the basics of where I am and why), and begging me to cum in him next time we fuck. Begging me for pictures of my dick, begging me to have phone sex with him! This dude is so fucking hot, and he's begging ME. "You have the best dick," he said, which is crazy. But it is extremely flattering. That world of mine just feels a zillion miles away right now. But when I get back, I'm cumming in him. It will be my ultimate conquest. Just gotta get back there, somehow. For now things are looking up. It changes every day. But my to-do list for setting things up for my mom is growing short, and she is more alive and happy this week than she's been all month. My husband is coming this weekend and I've got arrangements that will let us spend two days together at my sister's house without responsibilities. Things are cautiously looking up! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... (This was supposed to appear Saturday. I forgot to publish it because my brain is mush. Sorry.) Today I just wanted to unload my nuts because tomorrow, if I can get some free time-- a rather big if-- I plan to go fuck the dude who blew me the other day when I was in such need. The memory of that guy's muscular little body and the dirty texts he's been sending me ever since have been ratcheting my horniness up to dangerous levels, and that combined with a pair of balls full of several days' worth of goo would make for an unsatisfactory fuck, I think. He was not free today and I was, unfortunately. The little guy wants me to fuck him long and slow and totally work his body over and that sounds so awesome right now, even if it doesn't happen. So if there's even a possibility, I want to have no more than a day's worth of cum in my nuts so I can fuck him long and deep. But that means today I needed to get rid of the surplus. I shot it down the throat of a guy who is Much Older Than Picture who hits on me often when I come down here, and who finally decided, for whatever reason, to seal the deal today. I had the day off as my sister was hanging out with my mom, who started the week off well and took a turn for the worse as the week wore on. I'd talked to Finally Cocksucking this morning about getting me off, and he said he wasn't free till later in the afternoon, close to when I had to be back home with my mom. It was a beautiful cool bright day, but I was feeling a little dazed and shell-shocked-- quite unrelated to my mother's help, a nonstop series of chaotic disasters over the past few weeks has left me with decision fatigue and crazy amounts of stress. I sat for a while in a coffee shop/bookstore across town that had good reviews on Yelp but which is actually fairly lame, at least as far as the books go; it was kinda cute inside, as good as you can expect in this town, anyway; I used their wifi to download some shows I'm missing here that I like. At the appointed time I texted Finally Cocksucking and asked if he was still interest. There was, and he was about 25 minutes from where I was, so I packed up and drove over. As I mentioned he was Much Older Than Picture, but honestly he was just fulfilling a sort of maintenance function on me, and looked enough like his quite cute younger-ish self online that when we went to his dimly-lit bedroom, I could pretend he still looked like that. He did have nice ears and a nicely-shapped, close-buzzed head. He sucked me just right and kissed pretty nicely too. He was trembling the entire time-- could he really have been that excited just blowing me? It didn't last very long-- maybe 15 minutes-- and while he had rock-hard arms and nicely muscled shoulders and some fun all-over body hair goin on, I wasn't into him enough or totally pent-up enough to really prolong this, so when it started feeling really good I didn't slow him down but just went with it and started cumming in him as soon as I had reached the point. He loved it and lapped it up, never breaking his stride but tonguing and gulping, tonguing and gulping. When I was done cumming he let go and kind of laid on his side, but then grabbed my dick again and slid it back down his throat. A nice touch. I came down and softened in his mouth and it was like being swaddled in the baby Jesus's clothes. I hopped up and got dressed and asked about the rest of his days, which he said, in a much heavier southern accent than I detected at the door, that he would just stay home being lazy. Man, does that ever sound appealing to me right now. I got a bottle of water from him and drove to a bookstore to get some stuff to read on long, lonely nights, and came back to talk to my sister some, who is clearly overwhelmed by everything I tell her about the situation here. I have no idea what is going to happen. I've been here a long time and it's wearing me down. I don't know how I would live here if I had to move for my mom. I don't even want to think about it. In any event, hopefully tomorrow I can blow off some steam with Little Meaty Bottom. God knows I deserve it. More...