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To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here A young guy has been chasing me on a dating site for a few weeks. The pix he sent me left me curious. He's not pretty, his face looks a bit lived in, but very male. Hair like grown-out mohican. From the body shot he looks fit. I reluctantly agreed to meet him last night: I was working until after 10 but agreed to rendezvous with him near here at midnight. Turns out he lives close by too, so we went back to his place. I'd had acupuncture earlier in the day for a frozen shoulder so I was feeling mellow. But I immediately felt at ease with him. He wanted to talk. He's early 30s, basically closeted, says he hasn't had much experience with guys (though he's had several boyfriends). So here we are on his sofa. Although he puts himself down a bit–looks, body–he's very tactile, he's on top of me, legs entwined, touching as we talk. I had thought from the pix and the chat online he was maybe a regular "salaryman". But the apartment doesn't fit: it's upmarket and he's paying for it by himself. He talks about his earlier years. Bad boy at school. Lots of fights. He shows me the scar on his elbow where he stubbed out a cigarette in some exhibition of willpower. Likes travelling. Spent a season pruning vines in Australia, hoping to build up his English. There was the cute boyfriend from Nashville who turned out to be just too suspicious and controlling. Travelling around Europe after graduation, trying out any drugs he can find. And through all of this he keeps saying "I want you to teach me to ...". Still can't work out what he's after. He's certainly horny: as we lie there I feel his dick pulsing against my leg. I tease him about it. He says it's a problem that he gets hard so easily. He asks what I want. I say I'm enjoying just lying there close, talking. But we decide to take it to bed. He strips down. He's about my height but lean, muscled. He originally hit me up, he says, because I advertised for someone to run with. He tells me there was no-one in school who could keep up with him. Figures. From other things he says it sounds as if he's always been restless, bit of an exercise junkie. It's going to be embarrassing if we ever get out for a run together. I tell him I like his body. He hates his body. Too fat, too hairy, not enough muscle... But he's going to have more time to spend in the gym from next month so he says he's going to work out for me. What did I do to deserve this. He says I'm cute. I think he's out by a few decades but I guess it's all in the eye of the beholder. He likes the shape of my head. Runs his fingers over my skull. Starts naming the different bones: frontal, parietal, temporal, occipital... Describes where he would go in if he was opening up my brain. Wait... Yeah, turns out he's a doctor. Neurosurgeon no less. I'm trying to work this out. He's deeply closeted, seems as if he's not having an easy time of it (n. o gay friends). And yet here he is talking without any inhibitions about himself. Maybe it's easier to do with a foreigner. He's the same when we start talking about what we're into. He's puppy-dog cuddly and affectionate. But he's not much of a kisser. When I get his pants off he doesn't like me sticking my tongue in his hole because he hasn't showered. But that uniform hanging on the wall... yeah, he gets a kick out of sex in cammies. He wants to know if we can play doctors some time: he wants to examine me while he's wearing his whites. We talk a bit about rough play. Yeah he's up for that. As for tonight... He's hard again. Doesn't have any rubbers so we can't fuck. I blow him. He loves getting sucked. Comes in my mouth. He's a bit concerned when I swallow–aren't I worried about infections? He's a doctor so can't afford to have any infections, gets blood tested at the hospital twice a year. I blow him again in the morning when we wake then jerk myself off while he works my nipples. I tossed and turned during the night–whenever I woke he was up against me, skin to skin. So we'll see where it goes. I don't think I'm going to get much nasty sex out of him: no barebacking, no fisting I would guess, no raunchy rim jobs. But he's one of those guys who's immediately interesting–the energy, restlessness, slightly lost character, hunger for affection, openness. I want to see a lot more of him. More...

Click here to see original blog post on Diary of a Cumslut... Just placed an ad on Craig's List: "Blindfolded BB cumdump taking ALL loads. My hole is pre-lubed with sperm, I'm blindfolded, face down, ass up and ready to serve as a cum receptacle. No load will be refused. No pics necessary. Total anon. First email should include your cell #. I will text you my address. BB porn playing in dark room. Cum breed me." Stay tuned for updates! I'm so excited! More...

Click here to see original blog post on Diary of a Cumslut... I had to go to Las Vegas, NV for business and I decided to spend all my off time chasing loads in Sin City! Vegas has a reputation for "anything goes" and I wanted to experience the nastier side of things. Before my trip I researched the porn theaters and gloryholes to see which ones I'd visit. My first stop was Adult World. This place had booths with these doors that started about waist-high, meaning from the waist-down the door stopped. Sort of like a parlor door. At first I found this odd, then my nasty mind took over. These doors were perfect! I took a booth near the darker, back part of the arcade, fed the machine, and dropped my pants exposing my pre-lubed ass hole. I backed up to the door and bent over slightly. I hung my entire ass out the bottom of the door, putting it on display for anyone in that aisle of booths. From the hallway, you saw my butt hanging out of the bottom of the door for all to see. I could not see anything in the hallway, or anyone. It didn't take long before I felt a hand on my ass and a finger slowly probing my hole. When the fucker felt my hole was already lubed up and ready to go, he removed his finger and I felt the warm head of his cock press up against my hole. "Fuck yeah", I moaned, as I reached back and grabbed his cock at the base and guided it into me. I pushed back as he pushed forward and he slid his rock hard cock inside my raw butt. I released my grip on his cock and reached back with both hands pulling my cheeks apart to allow my fucker deeper access to my hole, and to show him how much I was loving it. His cock was a little bigger than average and felt really good sliding in and out of me. I was loving every inch. He then grabbed my hips as he continued sliding in and out of me, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts. As a slut who's had countless men shoot their loads inside me, this pattern was all too familiar and I knew he was about to cum. I leaned forward more, supporting myself on the back of the chair in the booth, pushing my ass back onto his cock with every stroke. Then all of a sudden he didn't make a sound, he just stopped pumping and grabbed my hips and held me there. He was unloading his sperm inside me! I threw my head back, closed my eyes, and pinched my nipples as this strange man was filling my butt with sperm. He pulled out quickly and I heard a dollop of cum splatter on the ground beneath me. Top #1 wasn't out of my ass more than 5 seconds before I felt another cock sliding into me! Top #2 must have been standing there, watching Top #1 breed my ass and jumped right in as soon as Top #1 left. "This is going to be a good night", I thought to myself. I just stood there, moaning softly, as Top #2 proceeded to drill my cummy hole. He reached underneath and cupped my balls and played with my hard cock as he fucked Top #1's cum in and out of my hole. I had to push his hand away because I was getting close to cumming and I didn't want to cum, I wanted to focus on men breeding my ass. I can cum later. A few seconds later, Top #2 let out a moan as he unloaded his balls deep into my guts. He held me there, rocking gently as he emptied the last bit of cum inside me, letting his cock go soft before pulling out with a *plop* and more cum spilling onto the ground below me. Top #2 zipped up and left. I stayed in this position. Asshole exposed to the world, cum leaking out of it, down my leg, with a puddle of cum collecting on the ground below me, all out in the open! Any person walking the hallways in this seedy porn store would know that, without a doubt, a reckless bareback cumdump was here taking on all cummers. I had reduced myself to nothing more than a warm flesh hole that any man was welcome to use to get off in. No discussion about condoms or status, no small talk or getting to know each other, no "is it ok if..." questions. My hole is simply here for breeding. A place for men to cum inside. It doesn't matter what you look like, how you smell, how much money you have, or what you do for a living, my hole is open to all. I remained in my position as I heard footsteps and men walking around in the dark hallways. At any moment a stranger could be sliding his cock into me. It was really exciting hearing men walking by me, knowing they couldn't miss my sloppy ass on display. I wasn't in some booth with my ass pressed against a hole, which is fairly private, here my ass was hanging out into the public hallway, on display, dripping loads, for all to use, in one of the sleaziest environments around. "Oh my god! That's disgusting!", I heard right outside my door, as some guy walked by. He's right. It is disgusting. It's nasty, just the way I love it. I felt a hand on my ass and then fingers probing my cummy hole. "Nice", I heard a man say as he pulled his cummy fingers from my hole. I reached back with both hands, spreading my ass open to this stranger, pushing a little cum out of my ass. I imagine how nasty that must have looked to this guy and knowing how nasty gloryhole fans are, I'm sure he loved it. His cock entered my sloppy butt with ease and the guy fucked me good for about a minute and a half before depositing load #3 into my willing hole. I got two more loads this way, for a total of 5, and was wanting to change up the scene a little bit so I finally pulled my pants up and exited the booth. WOW! There were at least 6 guys standing around my booth as I exited. They were all staring at me. I felt so ashamed and nasty. I wasn't anonymous anymore. All these men saw my face and know who I am. Every man looking at me knew what I secretly was, a desperate cumdump. I felt very exposed and vulnerable. How many of these men just fucked me? How many of these men watched me get bred? Who cares. I exited the arcade and bought a theater pass. Upon entering it was essentially two big rooms, each with a television and porn playing. The rooms were sparse and had plastic chairs lining the back walls. I decided to just strip down naked, and get on my hands and knees in the middle of the porn theater, facing the televisions, ass pointed at the back of the room. There were a few guys in the theater who just sat there watching me like a bitch in heat, offering my cumhole up to anyone that wants it, jacking off. Two of the guys began to laugh and snicker, and I could tell they were making fun of me. I don't know what they said, but I can only imagine. A chubby Mexican guy with a fat, uncut cock walked over to me and stood in front of me, jerking his cock. I didn't waste any time and raised up on my knees and took his cock into my mouth, making sure to pout my ass toward the guys in the back. He held my head and fucked his brown cock into my mouth aggressively. I could tell he was going to fuck me. I can always tell, when the guys start fucking my mouth like a pussy, they always want to fuck my ass pussy. I couldn't take it anymore, I took his cock out of my mouth while gripping it at the base, looked straight up into his eyes and said, "Please fuck me!". He pulled me up off the ground and turned me around so I was now facing the men in the back of the theater. I instinctively bent over and spread my hole open. He took his position behind me and slid the entire length of his cock deep into my willing, slutty fuck hole. Yum. He grabbed my hips and started to slowly and methodically fuck my ass. "Fuck yeah, Daddy, fuck my ass!", I encouraged, as I made eye contact with the men jerking off and watching me. One of the guys in the back of the theater approached me with is cock out and just stuffed it into my mouth. He held my head, fucking my mouth as my Mexican breeder held my hips and continued to pump away at my ass. "Here it comes", the Mexican said as he increased pace and furiously fucked my ass. My ass was very sloppy at this point and was making fart noises as my Mexican fucked away. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back into him as my mouth fucker held my head, still fucking my mouth. My Mexican unloaded his balls deep into me. Load #6. After my Mexican came in me, I turned around and presented my ass to the man who was fucking my mouth. "Got a condom?", he asked. Chuckling, I replied, "Uh, no. I don't use condoms." "Well, I'm not fucking that nasty hole without one", he said. "I'll fuck you", a chubby white trucker type who was sitting on a chair jerking off said out load. I immediately walked over to him, still completely naked, cum dripping out of my hole, and sat down right on his cock. It felt so good. I love the truckers. My ass cheeks rested on his belly as I bobbed up and down on his fat cock. The man who was fucking my mouth previously walked over to me and put his cock in my mouth again. The tucker didn't last long and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down on his cock as he moaned, "oooohhh yeah", he said as he shot his load into me. Just then the man fucking my face pulled his cock out and furiously jerked it off as my tongue darted in and out of my mouth onto his tip. He began cumming and shot his load all over my open mouth and face. I licked as much off of my face as my tongue could reach and lifted myself off my trucker daddy. As I did, cum literally spilled out of my ass and onto my trucker's cock and balls. "Clean that up, slut", he ordered. Like the obedient fuck slut I am, i got down on my knees and sucked and licked all the cum from his cock, balls, and belly, making sure to be real nasty about it. He thanked me with a wicked grin and I replied, "my pleasure", and smiled. I stood up and turned to the other men who had assembled and were watching the show, pinching my nipples i asked, "anyone else?". No one replied or stepped up, so I put my clothes on and left with 7 anonymous loads in my ass and one in my mouth. I went back to my hotel and jerked off then went to bed. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here It seems that gloryhole I went to a few times goes both ways. The owner of the hole invited me over to fuck him again. I wavered, since I wasn't sure that was what I wanted to do, but my cock got the better of me. I opened the door and walked up the steps as it started to pour outside. Good timing. With no pretense, I dropped my shorts and stripped off my shirt too. All that remained were my cross-training shoes and the footies that were on my feet. He wasn't waiting for me, but I just presented my cock through the hole and waited. It didn't take that long before I felt a wet, warm mouth envelop my shaft, which was only a semi-chub by that time. The guy has a good mouth, even though if he is so heavy of a smoker, you can smell his breath from behind a door through a gloryhole. It's not all the pleasant. Still, he's an expert cocksucker. He has not issues deep-throating me and keeping me lodged down there for quite a bit of time. He licked and sucked my nuts too. I love having my sac lightly licked. Sometimes it is better than the cock. But the feeling never stays. The more they work on it, the less sensation it holds. Why is that? "Let me lick your ass", says he. Who am I to argue? I turn around and present my ass to the hole. It's a little hard to balance and the opposite wall is just out of reach to use my hands easily. He's ok at the task, but I won't go on record to say he's going to win any awards at knowing how to successfully eat mancunt from a hole in a door. He took a breather as I tried to reposition myself for more stability and that's when I felt it. The head of his cock going right into me. No asking. No permission. No knowledge of if I did this kind of thing or if I was prepared - on any level. It was hard to feign being new to this, as I allowed my ass to open up and take the first 4" of his thick 7" dick. Soon, he was POUNDING his body weight against that door he put up. If his downstairs neighbors were home, there was no hiding what was going on at the upper level. I didn't really give a fuck what they'd think anyway. If I had a hard time getting balance for an ass eating, imagine how hard it was to really accept his thrusts. But I did. Twice he pulled out - possibly to give me a chance to extricate myself from the situation, but I didn't and both other times, he went back in with abandon. He muttered something about taking a long time to cum. I said I didn't care. It's all relative anyways. It took him about 15 minutes to cum. It's a more than reasonable amount of time, but I've had it go much longer. With a grunt and groan, he unloaded up my hole. Again, no asking. Just presuming. But let's be honest, I was at a fucking home gloryhole with my ass up to the opening taking a stranger's cock. Was there really a need to ask? I was sweating. He must have been too. But like a champ he pulled out, turned around and took my dick. I lasted a very short time. 4, maybe 5 minutes and blew up his ass. No talking after. I pulled up my pants and walked out the door. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... hosted a hot anonymous cocksucking session again tonight. had one enthusiastic sperm donor stop by so far...and he deposited a HUGE load down my throat and in my face...some is still dripping from my chin. load #2 came rocketing out of a rock hard 7 inch cock that lasted a good long sucking time. hot! load #3 came from a fat 8.5 inch cock that i'm proud to have gotten down my throat...his load followed soon thereafter... load #4 was from a horny young uncut latin cock...he lasted all of 2 minutes in my throat Taken in my ass - load #5 ended up in my ass...from round #2 of the hard young latin cock. gonna sleep with latin spunk leaking from my used hole. load #6 was fed to me nice and slow by a large, big-dicked horny dirty talking man. his cock was a mouthful and his load is partially down my throat...and partially dripping from my chin and chest. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Genesis 38:9 has been mangled by self-serving Puritans and fags for centuries. Those of us Christians who endured hours of bible study in Sunday school will recall 'tis better to spill thy seed into the belly of a whore than to spill it on the ground,' or something like that; pick your Bible for it's been re-written, re-translated, re-edited for political and other ulterior motives for millenia now, but if you will, it's the Lord's stamp of approval on bareback cum-filling...by the throat I'd say since that's the most direct route to the belly. But up my butt will do, too. He didn't say cunt, He didn't say woman. He said Whore, if you believe a common, white trash, low class interpretation of the Bible. Down in Florida, a couple of tops are doing their best to make sure their seed ends up in the bellies of various hot ass Cuban whores and others, by lubing their dicks with cum (their own, most probably) and then fucking it up those willing butts. What results are some of the raunchiest, cummiest free videos on the internet, courtesy of Xtube. Yeah, and there's some assalicious butt-eating, felching, cum schmearing, and all with a subtle Latin flavor. This pair is known as chaosity420 among Xtube contributors, check out their contributions, the quality varies and some are unfortunately short, but more than a couple are inspiring to the point where we'll all be saving and using our cum. Put it in a jar, not the ground...you don't wanna go to Hell, do you? Bible does and Bible says. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here I had a free day earlier in the week. Hooked up in the morning on bbrt with an American guy. He put a load in me. Not great sex but we had fun talking. Then an overdue visit to the clinic. All negative. To celebrate I headed off to Jinya. Pretty quiet there but I like it because there's no privacy–pretty much all the guys who go there are OK with playing in front of others or with others. Didn't get more than some half-hearted action the first couple of hours. Then as I was fingering a guy who wanted to get fucked a third guy came close and squatted down. He wasn't a looker. But he was lean, and interested, and then reaching under his robe I found a long hard dick. I moved closer. He spread his thighs to give me better access as I fingered his taint and his hole. He moaned as I leant down and sucked his dick. Too often places like Jinya seem to take the edge off sex–I guess it's what happens when there are too many men just looking or groping but waiting for Mr Perfect to come along. This time something clicked, we were both hot for each other. I had my tongue down his throat, he had his hands all over me. I was horned up and wanted to feel him inside me. I asked if he would fuck me. We moved to the other side of the room, I stripped off, got on hands and knees. He got naked, spat on his fingers, slicked up, slid inside me then pushed in deep. Long, hard, raw dick. Slow deep dicking. The extra sensation from still having the load inside me from the morning. In less than a minute I was cumming hard, then we were just lying there, smiling, kissing, lost in the sensation that comes after good sex. I couldn't tell if he had come or not but he had a big smile on his face too, and didn't seem to want more. Going by the amount of cum that came out of me the next morning I think he had unloaded in me too. I'm still smiling thinking about it. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here I'm sitting here with an aching arsehole. It's not from being fucked hard or fisted (I was fucked hard and at length by K yesterday, then fisted, but it doesn't leave me with this sort of ache). No, I seem to get this feeling when I have a load in my hole. Not sure why–something about how the lining of the arse reacts to all that spooge? Today it was Nori again. In a toilet in the park. Once we get inside he always goes straight for my nipples, works them hard. He tastes of cigarettes when he kisses me. Then he pushes me down onto his dick. He's always hard. He keeps working my nipples while I suck on him. Then reaches down my back and fingers my hole. He finally pulls me up and turns me round before sliding into me. It's always intense with him. Partly it's the risk–guys shuffling around outside the door. Plus he's the only guy who always fucks me raw and always cums in me. And I always feel that big mushroom head as he slides in and out. Today I'm extra horny. It's hot and I've just run 6km around the park, I'm still sweating like crazy as he fucks me. I pull off him, turn and suck him for a bit to taste my arse on his dick. Then slide back onto him. Something sets me off: he's shorter than me but the combination of him dicking me and twisting my nipple and then biting my neck sends me over the edge before I wanted to cum. Before I know it I'm blowing my load all over the tiles. He's not ready. I have a few painful minutes as he carries on dicking me before he finally unloads inside me. Now I'm back home with that ache in my hole to remind me. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Well I had a first a week or so ago. I gave head on a live streaming session. I'd say it was interesting, but I'm not sure it was much different than giving head without a camera. I was feeling like an exhibitionist and had been viewing some guys whore themselves out for tokens and amazon gift cards at Chaurbate. Seriously, guys cam themselves, mostly just jacking off, in return viewers give them "tokens". I honestly don't know what what a token is worth or what can do with it. Some of the guys have these fucking sob stories about being in debt after getting their truck stolen and losing their jobs....blah blah blah. And of course, like a heroin dealer giving out a free sample before you pay for more, these guys will tease you with a look, but not jack until they get X amount of tokens. And many of them do have an amazon wish list that they want people to buy shit for them - like $3000 computers. Bitch, it's streamed jacking off, not a weekend in Cabo. And some of these guys are slick. Not just looking, but in they've made it their primary source of income. They have the patter down, the tease, the responses. I love that in their profiles, all the best looking ones say they're into women. Uh-huh. You're into women, but shoving a dildo or vibrator up your ass for a roomful of men to see? And you're taking it with ease? ....and that's because so many straight guys are so into anal play? I'd love to know what kind of shut-ins are the ones giving 100s of tokens per day to these guys. I'm guessing they're a sad lot. I will say, and to be fair, there are a number of guys who don't have wish lists and do not accept tokens. They are there to give a show, or at least to show off. That's all I was looking to do. A quick CL ad later, I had a few responses, but only one seemed legit and oddly enough he was three minutes away working on a house. Yes, he was a 28 year old laborer with a 7.5 - 8" dick. I mean, fuck, that's perfect for anytime, let alone for doing a first streaming session (and so far, only streaming session, I might add). So I had my session opened up before he arrived. With little activity, I tried to tell what few viewers I had what would be going on. But since most viewers don't tune in until they see something going on, or see someone interesting, on the main screen, I knew I wouldn't have many - and I had no long-time followers at this point who would know when I signed on. This guy was into it. Silent, but not skittish. Soft to start, he grew quickly and so did my viewer list. I think I only got up to 23 viewers, but they got a good 8-10 minute show. They seemed to like it. I seemed to like it. The guy pulled out near the end and jacked off on my out-stretched tongue, as he wanted to give the show to the viewers. Way to commit. Naturally, much of the big load didn't go into my mouth - initially - and one big gob hit me in the eye. Fuck that hurts. It's like someone punched me there for hours. Cum: so great, so dangerous. I'm not much of a jacker-offer, so I don't suspect I'll have any of those shows. And I don't suspect many guys will be into the exhibitionism of it all. But if they are, I'm game. There's just no way to give many people a good heads-up (no pun intended) time to log on and watch. I'm also not finding a way to screen-capture the show, but if there is, that could be fun for other reasons. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Last weekend (as the super moon drew nigh) I found myself super horny. Shocker, I know. Well, I jumped online and ended up seeing a beautiful 8.5” cock on Adam4adam. It was attached to a lovely older guy who was in town visiting with his partner. As it turns out, they were both tops, both wickedly horny, and both looking to breed some ass. I volunteered mine. They were staying at a Motel 6 in town, about 15 minutes from me— and this motel is fairly run down. And a bit sleazy. I’ve heard stories…. Ahem. I arrived at the appointed time and knock on the door. I’m greeted by the naked partner, and walk in to find the 8.5” guy (named Steve) buried in some other bottom’s ass! I didn’t know it was gonna be a 4 way and I was mildly disappointed. Anyway, the partner (Dean) is absolutely no slouch in the cock department. He’s packing a full 7 inches, uncut, and thick as my wrist. I barely had time to strip and lube before Dean was pressing that big fucker into my back door. Damn it hurt!! (Yeah, it was that thick and I was nervous in this 4 way scenario). So after he pushed in and only got half way- I made him stop and pull out. He apologized and that’s when long dick Steve offered to open me up a bit first. He pulls out of the other bottom and proceeds to mount me from behind. His Cock slid right in and bottomed out with his head up my second ring. Oh fffffffuuuuuuck yeah! And uncut thick Dean lined up on the other bottom and started making him moan with his thickness. We fucked like this for awhile and then Steve and Dean traded places. Now that I was open a bit more, Dean had no trouble getting that fat fucker in me. Double fuuuuuuuuuuck! Where Steve has the length to tease, Dean had the hurt to please. I was in bottom pig heaven! Steve was drilling the fuck out of the other bottom, hard, when the bottom dude starts saying “oh no! Fuck I’m gonna cum!” And bam. He’s shooting his jizz all over the hotel bedspread. Dean and I (while still fucking) are watching Steve fuck the cum out of the guy. Once he was done spewing, though, he tapped out and went to go clean up. Which was perfect, as this left just me and the two tops. And I’m nothing if not a greedy bottom. Dean pulls out of me to see other bottom to the door and Steve slides right in. Steve was absolutely in love with the way I could milk cock with my ass. He kept begging me to do it, and I told him if they played with my nips, my ass would spasm. So he did. This time he fucked me on my back and was really up inside my colon. And now that they knew the nipple trick…. Dean and the other bottom were watching us as Steve says “you ready for load one?” I begged him to breed me and the other bottom said “yeah, fucking knock him up!” And then with a hard shove, Steve starts cumming. But then he pulled most of the way out of me to finish dumping his load. I could feel the wet heat of his load in my ass!! And then he started fucking more. His load was leaking out of my hole, but Steve showed no signs of going limp or stopping. "Have you got more than one load for me?" I asked. "Oh man, we’re just getting started on you," he tells me with a wink. By now, other bottom has left and Dean wants more. Steve pulls out and Dean wants me to ride him. So I do. And damn is it good! Dean’s cock, in addition of having a delicious amount of foreskin and being thick as fuck, also has a slight upward curve. It hit my prostate like a goddamn Mack truck. He had me lean back until my ass was seated on the bed, and then he fucked in and out of me. While in this position, they told me that Dean’s nickname among their fuckbuds was “the Sperminator” because he tended to fuck the cum out of the bottoms. I could see why. There was just something magical about Dean’s cock— the way it stroked and massaged my prostate. I had to make him stop a couple times because I was close to cumming no-handed. Then it was Steve’s turn again. He had me put pillows under my groin to tip my ass up better. And then he squatted and drilled into me. The sharp down motion of his cock pushed dribbles of cum from my cock with every thrust. It was nearly painful, but mostly full on pleasure. He fucked me like this awhile longer before I could tell he was getting close. I milked for all I was worth and was rewarded by Steve’s second load. Then it was back to Dean (even though Steve was still hard). We kissed while Dean had me on my back drilling and filling me with that fat fucker. And then I begged for double penetration. That didn’t work so well; their cock size and the angles and I needed better poppers … Well, at least we tried. Steve and Dean passed me back and forth like a joint a few more times. I was begging for more loads and Steve said that he thought Dean was looking close. I asked if Dean might like to go all Sperminator on me. So we did. We got back in “the position” and Dean started pumping into me. It was a slow build but he was pushing me toward a no-handed orgasm. And I told him as much. Steve was watching and said, “As soon as you start to cum, it’ll trigger Dean and you’ll get him to paint your guts.” So I let it happen. Very soon I was at the point of no return and told them so— very vocally. In face, I am pretty sure most of Motel 6 knew I was cumming. And true to Steve’s prediction, Dean starts dumping his load into my ass. Feeling his thick fucker swell even larger with each pulse of his dick juice drove me crazy! We eventually separated and I Figured we were done. But as I looked over at Steve he still has a raging boner! "Fuck man!" I ask him, "Don’t you ever go limp??" "That’s the beauty of modern pharmaceuticals," he says. I can fuck like a stallion and cum multiple times." "Got another one?" "Can you take me again? I really wanna fuck you with Dean’s load swimming in there. He cums a ton." I just looked at him and then rolled over into all fours and presented my ass. After I cum, I’m normally done. Like exit only. But I was really in a cum hungry bottom mood and I wanted more jizz in my hole. So I huffed more poppers and let him mount me again. He went right for the downward drill move again, which was excruciatingly uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time. He shifted around and we fucked more. And more. And more. And Steve showed no signs of stopping. I asked to be on my back again. And I also asked if Dean would help me out with the poppers and by feeding me his semi hard, uncut cock while Steve fucked me. And if they could just maybe play with my nipples a little bit…. Let me just tell you— that’s when I went into full on whore mode. The combo of a long dick up past my second ring, the poppers, my nips being worked, and the silky feeling of foreskin on my tongue…. Well, let’s just say I turned into a man milking machine. I have no idea how long this went on, but the next thing I remember was Steve gripping my ankles and pounding me like he was trying to shove his pelvis up to my liver, Dean driving his pubes to my nose, and me flogging my hard cock for all I was worth. Then Steve blew his third load deep inside me— loudly. And I followed seconds later, with my cum spattering my chest and belly. Dean quickly pulled out of my mouth, bent down, and licked up my spunk. Then kissed me. And Steve kissed me (while his dick was still twitching inside). After that we were all done. We chatted a bit and discovered we were all from the same Midwestern state and knew some of the same people. Small world. The next day I got a lovely text with some of the pictures we took along with high praises of my bottoming abilities. I was also told that if I ever made it to Florida, I was to look them up. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... It's been a bit of a dry spell this week. As I watched my nuts swell daily with more and more of their unspent semen production, everything in my life seemed to conspire against getting any release. The weekend was happily busy with social activities and a nice road trip when my partner had an unexpected day off, so I was happy to go without an orgasm those days. Monday it seemed like half the I was cockblocked by my own lungs-- I don't know if it's allergies or an infection but they have been full of sticky mucus for days and I was so wiped out Monday I could barely get out of bed and slept most of the day. I would occasionally wake up to check work email and feebly look at all the apps and sites, where countless cute men wanted me to put my meat in them-- it was like a joke, I had more solicitations than ever and sex was the furthest thing from my mind. Tuesday it was an insane day of work that left my balls furiously undrained, beginning with urgent calls in the morning and then a relentless grind of putting out urgent fires. Then yesterday, all the interest from earlier in the week dried up-- I actually had a quieter day and the opportunity to do some nice fucking, and even what I thought was a sure thing with a guy who wants my cum but whose schedule never aligns with mine. But he had to work late, so I told him it probably wouldn't work; he was freeing up just as my partner would be getting home. Then my partner said he wanted to have dinner with some friends, so I told the sure thing, oh wow, I'm free after all-- and then I was cockblocked by HIS partner, who was flying home a day earlier unexpectedly. Another dude who wanted to get the cum out of my nuts was coy about having pix on Manhunt, and spoon-fed them to me in email; then I was cockblocked by yahoo, which did not deliver the face pic he sent for an hour, by which time I'd given up on the guy, thinking he was a pic collector. By this morning the cum was backing up into my brain… I just had to unload it, clear out the ducts. Enter the Cute, Good Kissin' Very Meaty Cocksucker! He and I had been having a glacial, message-a-day conversation on Mister for about a week. His pictures showed a very burly, ultra-muscular dude with a small round head and dark, rough features what were also somehow, I dunno, boyishly cute. A little odd. He had the kind of body that intimidated me a bit, but he was very complimentary about my pictures, which I think are nothing to write home about, and told me he was "at my service", which are three of my favorite words. We talked about getting together Thursday (i.e. today) "at lunchtime" at his place in Astoria, a fairly short drive away for me, but I know how these things go; when you schedule something like a blowjob in advance it never happens. He had said my cumshots made it look like I would "drown" him if he swallowed me, but he would "try", and when I said I didn't want a drop wasted, he said "no worries, I will swallow it all." Hm. So this morning I texted him, expecting to be blown off, but happily he did reply maybe fifteen minutes later, saying lunch was still good for him, he was home all day. I didn't want to wait for lunch; I wanted to make sure I got this cum sucked out of me IMMEDIATELY, and this seemed to turn him on; he said he was ready any time. So I showered, ate breakfast, made sure there was no work emergency happening, and hopped in the car. I got there fairly quickly, but checked my phone when I parked… and of course, an "urgent" email from a very clueless-sounding client was waiting in my inbox. Fuck! Was I gonna be cockblocked again? I asked for some more information and hoped that irresponsibly getting my dick sucked at this moment would not turn out to be something I regretted. I would not be cockblocked again. I got out of the car and went to my assignation with great annoyance, hoping it wouldn't ruin my experience. He lived in a nice new building, which was a plus; I can't tell you how many hellholes I've shed my semen in in Queens. And he was just as cute as his pictures. But he had seriously gained some weight. It was a little surprising, as he is not that young and did not look any older than the pictures, but was probably 30 pounds heavier. His arms were still huge hams, and his shoulders still had a beautiful sinuous line to the musculature. But he was well on the way to tubby around the middle. Oh well, I was just there to get serviced; I would have found it hard to fuck him as he was a big bundle to get my arms around, but the face and arms and shoulders are what matters most for head. So I leaned in to give him a kiss, and whaddayaknow, he kissed verrrrry nicely-- we started out pretty slow, breathing in each other's breath, and then worked it up in intensity a bit; my attention to his face, ears, and neck with my hands as I sucked his lips put him into that helpless, excited headspace that it so often does with bottomy guys; so many are really starved for that kind of attention, and it only makes them want to please my meat even more. I felt his dick get hard in his shorts as I kissed him, and I liked it. He pulled away and motioned to a dark bedroom, saying, "Let's get you more comfortable." I followed him in, and dropped my pants beside the bed, and we made out some more. He pulled my shirt off over my head, and I was naked and he was still clothed. So I hopped up on the bed with my dong jutting between my legs and waited; he got naked too, then clambered up on the bed and slowly took my dick in his mouth. And the head was mighty fine. Mighty fine. He looked fantastic with my bone in his mouth, and periodically stopped sucking me to look intently into my face, making sure I was feeling the pleasure he wanted me to feel. I was feeling it. I really wasn't attracted to the body but he made me feel so good I did flip him over, push him down on his back, climb on top and grind my cock into his. He resisted my pushing his legs back to give me optimum access to his groin with my bone at first-- maybe he was afraid I was going to fuck him? But I kept up the kissing and pushed his knees apart with my thighs and slowly felt the resistance slink away, and then he was wrapping his legs and arms around me and actively pulling me to him. I kept up grinding my dick alongside his for a while, then let it slither down between his legs and pumped it against his hole, picking up the tempo and making the bed rock, and his breath got fast and hard and I think at that point I could have easily slipped it in and seeded the fucker. But I really wanted to have the cum sucked out of me today-- nothing compares to the pleasure of being brought to the edge by someone else and helplessly slipping over it, when your nuts are absolutely overflowing with goo. So I quit the dry humping, gave him a little cock-to-cock action with my hand, rubbing our dickheads together and feeling his precum ooze out, spreading it all over our meat and making it so beautifully slippery. And then I got on my back and let him work my dick some more. His shoulders are arms were truly, truly huge. His arms must have been like 18". He had big hands and rough, hairy forearms, which I stroked while he worked me expertly to the edge. He let me hang there for a good several minutes, and a steady stream of horny nonsense issued from my mouth to make him keep doing exactly what he was doing and no more and no less so I could enjoy the ecstasy of being allllllmost ready to cum with all that juice in my nuts, and I wrapped my legs around his and pulled his face down to my pubes and he had my whole length in the warmth of his mouth and was kneading it with his very talented tongue, and and and I couldn't hold back. I don't think I had been there very long, and definitely wanted more pleasure than this. But it was too good and he got me just a liiiiitttttle too close to that point of no return. So I began fucking my dick into his head, crying, "Suck it out of me suck it out of me suck it out of me," and he slowly awoke from his languid cocksucking stupor, coming out fully when he felt that first pulse of goo shoot into him; my dick was erupting like a volcano. He began sucking hard on my glans, just right, and I squirted and squirted and squirted into him. After the first big squirt he began to make astonished noises and I worried he would pull off me, choke, or start dribbling cum. But he was a trooper, and he just kept swallowing what I shot into him. When the pulsing died down he pulled off and stroked my dick up and down, eyes closed, full of my cum, and I grabbed my dick from him and jacked it hard, because I knew I could make myself cum again if I did, and my face and chest was bright red and my body was heaving and I beat my dick harder and harder and I felt a second, extremely sharp orgasm overtake my body, and a big glob of white good formed at my cumhole, which he licked off. And I kept cumming, and another glob formed, and he seemed delighted, and licked that off, too. That secondary aftershocks are short, maybe 10 seconds, but they are different from the long, shooting, pulsing orgasms. I wish I could make myself have more of them. But I'm glad they happen at all. Intense. I lay beside him while he jerked some cum out of his own dick, and then we lay beside each other, breathing for a bit, legs slightly entangled, and talked about very mundane things. Apparently he had surgery a month ago, tearing his achilles tendon. Maybe this accounts for the weight-- someone his size might gain quickly if he can't exercise a lot, I guess. And a ruptured tendon like that is really debilitating. I felt for him. If he had the body in the pictures I would probably have fucked the hell out of him. I left and checked my messages again-- I hadn't been incapacitated for too terribly long, so nothing had happened in my absence, thank God. My nuts are light and happy. My brain is less foggy and I can concentrate now. And I'm still amazed at the army of men out there who want nothing more than to make a regular guy like me feel good, get me off, and keep a little bit of my body inside them forever. It's good to be a top! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I don't think I'm unlike many other American cocksuckers. Well - in certain ways I am, but I'm talking about in terms of ratio of cut to uncut dicks one might service. For as many - and yes, there have been many - that I have taken care of, a surprisingly few have been uncircumcised. Mind you, percentage-wise. To the normal guy, it's still a LOT of cocks. I could blame it on my religion, but I won't. It's not like I'm sucking tons of Jewish men. Being cut is just more the norm in the U.S. I think. Still, to a degree, the uncut cock intrigues me and repels me. The same could be said in terms of a cut one, but conversely, the percentage is higher with uncut. In my mind, I have my own perfect uncut cock. Big. Meaty. Just enough skin to stretch over most of the head when it is erect but easy to peel back with your fingers or even your tongue. Those are u/c porn cocks. They rarely appear in real life. So not long ago, I had a guy come over. Medium build, but confident. Big-assed pick-up truck carrying him where he needed to go. He dropped his pants and for as many cocks as I've seen in my life (again, that is a LOT), this one was new. 6.5" and uncut. So uncut that I wasn't sure there was an opening. He was 80% erect when he freed it, but the skin was all the way over the head. Tight, over his head. There was the smallest of openings. At the time I thought to myself, how can he even piss out of that? Of course, I figured, once we got going, the skin would retract, exposing a shiny slick head - the way foreskins somehow make those heads like that, more so than ones exposed to the daily elements. But the skin did not retract. If anything, it became tighter, the hole became smaller. It wasn't even my dick, and I was worried for him. Yet here he was, a man of 40 years or so of age. This can't be his first erection or his first blowjob, right? He made it this far without the skin breaking like a worn rubber band. Honestly, I was a little disgusted. I just couldn't fathom this as being physically appealing or stimulating to him, but he seemed to like what I was doing. In the back of my mind, I kept wondering about the ending of this session. How would this even happen? The skin didn't give a millimeter and the opening even looked smaller. Soon enough I'd find out. He made all the warnings of impending cumming. I can't say if it was because of his cock or not, but his cum was like liquid. Yes, I know cum IS liquid. I mean very little heft to it. Cum is usually heavier than, say, water. But this was like something that would flow out of a pitcher. It was plentiful and tasted good. I'm not sure what was with the guy, but he couldn't get out of there fast enough. Lord knows what I did to freak him out. Or maybe it was just post-orgasm guilt. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here I like my men horny. But sometimes... The weather is steamy over here right now. I don't know what effect it has on you, but me, I end up spending a lot of time just thinking about dick. And far too many frustrating hours online looking for it. Then this morning I got a "hi how are you" message from furry guy. He only ever messages me if he's horny. And when he is he wants it now. After some dithering about where to hook up we agreed to meet in the park. But once he got there he decided he didn't want to fuck in a park toilet. We came back to my place and I took him down to the basement storeroom. Figured we weren't likely to be disturbed there on a Sunday. He went straight for my nipples. He now knows that I get crazy horny if he makes them hurt. After a minute of that he pulled out his big hard dick which was already oozing precum. He face fucked me while he dug his nails into my tits. He let me rim him for a minute - he has a tight little butt, real hairy. Ought to be a rimmer's picnic but he cleans up so well there's nothing to taste, and he's not really into it. Bit of a waste. Then he was naked and rolling a rubber onto his dick. I had thrown a towel on the floor but he wanted me standing up. I bent right over and held onto a shelf while he pounded me. In less than five minutes he was unloading in the condom. It was good while it lasted but he's one of those guys who once they've cum aren't interested in anything more. So much for me wanting to get fisted. He was dressed and out of there in another minute leaving me horny and frustrated. I wasted the afternoon looking for another fuck. Finally tonight I gave in and settled for the consolation prize. I had kept furry guy's full condom from this morning. I squeezed all the cum into my hole and used that as lube as I slowly slid down onto my longest dildo. I blew a load as the head of the dildo slipped through the sigmoid. So I got his load deep inside me after all. He's a strange one. Today he was dressed like a middle aged Japanese tourist on safari. The way he talks sometimes he seems to have self image issues. Yet look beyond the bad haircut and the crazy glasses and he's hot: muscular torso, tight butt, great lips, fat dick that's always super hard. Great fucker, usually goes for half an hour. Into some rough stuff too. And a very intense fister. I have never turned him down. Take what you can get when you can get it is my rule. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Months ago I told you of my photo shoot for a nudist magazine. The entire piece could have been better, but I got a note here and there from readers who reached out. I suppose it is like hearing your voice on a tape recorder - you're never going to be thrilled. Since then, the photographer / publisher has texted me on and off. At the shoot, he kind of figured out what kind of guy I am and has played upon that. He's the opposite of a sub-like cocksucker. He's more of a dom-like feeder. And not so much dom "like" but pretty much dom. He has slaves, faggots and cocksuckers who answer to him. Even via text, I could tell he was testing me on how far I might go with him. I've stated here before, I have sub tendencies (like you couldn't tell that from my entries), but I'm not a slave. I don't even know if I could be a full-on sub. My backbone is too rigid and I can be a horribly stubborn guy - not what a dom really likes - at least for any length of time. Still he'd push me - via text. Wouldn't I do x, y or z for him? Most of the times it was yes, but with a caveat. Being owned isn't really my thing. And he kept coming around to chastity. You've read here, I don't jack off much and I don't cum that often. I can go weeks or months without ejaculating. I know people think that is twisted, but it is not. It is also not meant to be used as some kind of self-inflicted torture either. On my worst days, I cum a fuck of a lot. I've waited period in between where it is actually painful to cum when I choose to do so. Anyways - chastity is not my thing. Yes, I'm selfish that when I do actually want to play with my cock, I want to be able to. Yes, I think about what TSA and the guys in the locker room would say. And yes, I don't like ever not having the key to unlock it - and it is possible that key would be hundreds or thousands of miles away. And considering I've seen this guy twice in seven months, getting the key would be next to impossible, even if he agreed. Oh, and there is that other thing: I've seen the guy twice in seven months. Nothing about us warrants me wanting to be chained to him. Texting is not the way. I don't know him enough to trust or distrust him. But I don't have any kind of relationship or physical / emotional investment for wanting this certain guy to cage me. That said, he's still sexy as fuck and I know he wants to push my limits. I'm all about having my limits pushed. Anyway time #2 was just the other day. A text. He was in town, he needed a blowjob before he took a nap. I was on my way. As he is a nudist, I knew to shed all my clothing at the door way. I walked in to find him sitting on the couch in the living area. He pointed to the floor and I took off my glasses and knelt. While I know I needed to see nothing, the transition from glasses to none make me fairly blind. But down I went. It's a great cock. About 7". Medium width at the head, gets much wider in the middle of the shaft and then tapers down near the base. I loved sucking it. While his hand was on my head, it was more for balance or something. He didn't have to force me down or guide my actions - I was doing quite well on my own. Since he was all about putting a cage on my cock, I certainly knew not to touch my own cock during this session. I do like stroking myself when I suck someone else - and not cumming - but I knew this time touching myself would not be tolerated. I kept my hands on the couch cushion on either side of his legs. But I was incredibly hard while I was working his cock. Now and then, he would mutter the word, "FAG" as I blew him. He likes calling me a 'fag' even in text. And I'm not offended because, well, I am one. At one point his phone buzzed and he reached for it. I had kind of seen it on the table next to the couch, but without my glasses, I really couldn't identify a thing. When he leaned back from the table he had something else I had not seen - an indelible magic marker. A Sharpie. He leaned down, grabbed my hard dick, and said, "since you won't be caged......" and then did this. I guess I could have stopped him after the first or second letter, but I didn't. I actually thanked him after he finished. I'll admit I was conflicted about this. Not for reasons any of you would think or understand. It came down to that if anyone were to mark me this way - it wouldn't have been him. There was a weird palpable sense of loss or disloyalty for having an almost stranger mark me so knowingly. And then I went back to sucking. He went back to muttering 'FAG' to me...or about me. I used my lips, my tongue, my throat - all the standards. I did not use my hands. I actually try never to use my hands, as that is just jacking off. But in reality, some guys ask for, or eventually need, that assistance. I get the load, but I'm not always proud of how I achieve that goal. But this time, the hands never left the sofa. He claims to have cum two days ago, but it was a huge huge huge load. Most guys don't cum that much. Before I swallowed, I took his hand to my throat, so he could feel me gulp his jizz. Honestly, I do that a lot to guys, but I would love to know how many of them take it to their normal feeder practice. He had a wicked smile on his face upon me finishing and milking out every drop. He mentioned the no hands feat. He says he normally has to have a guy help him along - and I told him my feelings on that, but he reassured me that at some point I would use my hands on him. I'm hoping to prove him wrong. He did compliment me on my 'exceptional' talent. I'm hoping for another try. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Well, so much for the wish at the end of my last post! I just vigorously fucked the thin, impatient, cranky cocksucker I see I had a very short time with last time as well, spending maybe 20 minutes at his place max. What's happening to me? I can't decide if this kid is cute or not; he has something of an exotic look, "tawny eyes" like the alien-girl in the Flock of Seagulls song, a nice head of hair, dark skin, a big dick. He let me kiss him this time and actually kisses pretty nice, so it's a little weird he wouldn't do it the first time; he's clearly into it. We made out and he stroked my dick nicely and it got chubby and I pushed him to his knees and watching him stroke his really quite long, pretty dick as he worked on mine. He doesn't give all that great head; he curls his lips over his teeth, which is a very considerate thing to do I suppose, but ensures there will be nothing sensual about the blowjob he's going to give. A lot of guys seem to think that lips are an important part of oral pleasuring; when we was not deep-throating me, he was basically passing my dick back and forth over the retracted lips, barely giving any sensation. People, there are only three things involved in giving really good head: 1) Your tongue. 2) Licking the dick that you're sucking. 3) WITH YOUR TONGUE. WHILE YOU SUCK. But I was getting hard from this, so that was nice. I wouldn't get hard enough to fuck this way, though, so I pulled him up, turned him around, and pushed him down onto the bed; he hopped up on all fours and prepared for whatever I was going to do, which in this case was eat his little ass. Unfortunately, just at this moment, that impossible-to-ignore Peter Bjorn and John song with all the whistling came on his stereo-- he was really pretty hipstery-- and the speaker was right by my left ear, with that euro dude singing about the young folks right into my head as I tried to get into probing this dude's insides with my tongue. He did seem to have a wonderfully flexible, accommodating hole that would be good for fucking, but that song, that whistling, that echoing drum! All I could do was focus on the song; my dick was thick and meaty in my hand but not getting ramrod straight like it needed to be. I considered asking him to turn the music down or off or something, but decided that would be awfully high-maintenance. Instead I flipped him on his back, and he got all greedy-lookin in the eyes and pulled his legs way back to let my dick in, but I pushed them down, climbed on top of him, and sucked his face while I ground my dick against his. He relaxed a bit, accepted my hungry kisses, and whimpered happily while my bulk repeatedly pumped him into his mattress. He wrapped his limbs around me but was an awfully grabby little guy-- he seems quite high-strung-- and kept trying to reach down for my dick, or maybe his own, or to grasp my ass while I pumped, moving his hands and legs to and fro. But I liked the whimpering-- he was happy. I was happy. My dick was lengthening. My dick was strengthening. I held the back of his head with one hand and an ass-cheek with the other, slipping my finger into his hole; it slid in with the greatest of ease and I knew this was going to feel good. "I want to feel your dick inside!" he said, a couple of times for emphasis. So I sat up, slicked up good with a lot of viscous spit, and slid right in. No resistance, beautifully silky, in up to the hilt in one smooth stroke, and away we fucked. I will say that fucking calmed him down noticeable. The flitting hands stopped, the panting stopped, and he stared fixedly into my face with an almost eerie intensity, as if his soul had left his body and he was now inhabited by an easily hypnotized but dangerous animal. I slid my bone in and out of him, admiring the conjunction of our flesh, with long deep strokes, and occasionally looked into his eyes as well-- his never left my face. Pretty intense. I felt like I could cum pretty quickly, so I kept up a slow rhythm, hoping to get into a groove so that I could pick up the tempo and really pummel his little body. I hiked his body up a little closer to mine, and he said "Give me your mouth" and we made out some more, and when I pulled away a slimy clear pool of precum had welled on his smooth belly under his big fat dick; I wiped it up and put it on his tongue and he said "It feels so good." I told him, "I just want to get into a groove here, I don't want to cum too fast, I'll get into a groove and then I can really fuck you." And he snapped out of his trance and said, "Well we don't have all day," and I barked with laughter, saying, "HOW ROMANTIC!" and he laughed too; I felt my dick bounce inside him as he chuckled and had one of those where-are-we-again moments you get when someone breaks the fourth wall during sex, as it were. "I mean, you know…" and I just smiled, and kept up the long deep slow fucking. His little body really felt very good underneath me and he resumed his intent staring. And then suddenly it wasn't so slow any more, and I thought, to hell with it, I just wanna cum, so I grabbed his hips, hunkered down a bit, and shifted into high gear, jackhammering into him with half-strokes designed to keep me in him very deep but get enough friction to get me off. He gripped my shoulders and I began to make some noise and he said "Are you going to cum? " and I said "Oh I'm fuckin spewing now," and I was, but I kept up the pummeling, and he let go of my shoulders and took up his own fuckstick and within seconds was spooging all over himself while I fucked myself over the hill of my orgasm and into the valley of warm post-orgasmic bliss. I didn't let up till all the goo had shot out of him, then pushed in deep, kissed him deep, and pulled out. It was a very fast fuck, by my standards, anyway. We flopped down on the bed and I was actually winded; I guess I had really fucked him pretty fast and hard. He had a sort of LA way about him, asking me what I'd been up to n stuff, so I told him about recent travels etc. He said he'd been in Provincetown for the past two weeks. I was surprised; it's a pricey place in the high season and this kid lives in rather a dump on unfashionable side of my admittedly expensive neighborhood. He sniffed that he "makes a lot of money" and I was left wondering how, but didn't ask. He said he was moving to the East Village where he has some property that he's been renting out for a lot of money. Well! Mr Moneybags! You still got FUCKED! He cleaned up and we chatted a bit more-- he was pretty friendly despite the abstracted LA-gay attitude, and then he let me out and I went to the grocery on the corner and bought a box of Ronzoni. Thus ends today's quickie. I'm going to go boil it now and devour it. Sex makes me hungry. I love sex. But this quickie stuff has to stop! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I always cum a lot but sometimes I can't believe how much I cum. And neither can my sex partners. This time it was a very lean, tight, hung 25 year old (who looks disconcertingly like one of my nephews, but I did my best to ignore that) who said he only had 30 minutes to spend with me. I haven't unloaded since last week, having been traveling for a very relaxing Fourth of July in the Adirondacks, and then just too much work and distraction to really cruise much. A week of cum in my nuts builds up a dangerous amount of pressure as it is. But yesterday I did spend rather feverishly trying to find someone to get me off, after being flaked out on by a really cute guy early in the day who really got my hopes up. Nothing makes your nuts swell even more quite like fruitlessly cruising. Today was another very busy day of work, so I could only search in the background, but Lean and Tight is someone who chats me up from time to time on Scruff and Growlr and Mister, and he lives in my hood, and happened to be around today. So I hit him up with my charming line, "Wanna suck some dick?" and he said, "Tempting," and I told him how much sperm we were talking about, and he said he wanted it, but couldn't spend too long. That's typically quite deflating, but I figured, well, maybe it's time to just get the fuck off and move on. And 30 minutes is a perfectly respectable blowjob. So I gave him the address and he biked here in 10 minutes and barely 15 minutes later I was kneeling by his face, my hand on his head, tubesteak slithering into his mouth, unloading squirt after squirt of hot thick cum into him like a slow-motion Gatling gun, POW POW POW, and he swallowed and swallowed, slowly turning onto his back to jerk his own huge dick, just taking everything I had to unload in him. POW! He wouldn't kiss, which was a disappointment, but his tight little body felt nice to grope, and so I just whipped out my soft dick and he stripped down to his jockstrap and knelt on the floor, kneading my dick to life with his tongue. He seemed like the kind of guy who enjoyed the feeling of a dick getting thicker and longer in his mouth; his style did make me feel a *little* bit like my dick was a piece of Double Mint gum, worked this way and that as if he were trying to blow it into a bubble. He held my hairy nuts in his had gently as he worked me over and I stiffened and lengthened respectably. At this point I got in bed and lay back and he took off the silly jockstrap, took one hit of poppers, and spread out his tight muscular body between my legs while he worked on my dick, which instantly got much harder, seeing that creamy ass. My brain went a little haywire-- I think I'm starting to like these young guys more and more, or at least, the lizard part of my brain is. After a few minutes I pulled my dick out, leaned over his back, and slapped his firm, supple ass cheek, and said, "This is a beauty. Can I eat this?" I leaned back and he looked into my face with a strange look, almost a can-this-really-be-happening look, although people must ask to eat that all the time. "I would *love* that," he almost whispered. "I dunno if I'm… I dunno if I'm…" and I smiled indulgently, patted his shoulder, and said, "Let me investigate it a bit, if there's any issue we can just keep doing this." He seemed reassured by my nonchalance, and I got off the bed and walked around to it, so narrow and round, and brushed my beard across the roundest part of one cheek, inhaling, and quickly said, "Oh, you're *fine*," and getting into position to chow on his rear like a fat church lady at a buffet. He clearly likes a good ass-eating; I chewed on the ass meat, licked his gooch and nuts, lapped up under all the delicious tendons and muscles there between his legs, and he just moaned and moaned and stroked his big long fat huge very big quite large cock, with his head buried in the comforter. Eventually I pried his meat out of his hands, stroking the head slowly while I probed his hole with my tongue-- that would be a fantastic place to stick my raw dick, I thought as it opened its silky secrets to me-- and his dickhead slowly grew slick with oozing precum. Very very very nice. My own dick was basically like a lead pipe at this point. I brought it up to his face and he saw how hard and veiny it was and sucked it greedily, while I reached over to that hiked-up ass and slid a finger into his little bottomy opening, and the combination of being inside him at one end while simultaneously inside him at the other did its usual magic. I tried to slow him down, tried pulling out for a second at a time, but the sucking was too good and his body was too creamy and beautiful and there I was, ejaculating so hard I felt I might pass out. And I just kept ejaculating. Normally there will be four or five very forceful wet pulses, and the remainder slower and less voluminous, but the number here was one neither of us could count; after six equally thick jets of cum thought stops and only wonder is left; him wondering how many more I would shoot into him and me wondering if my dick was permanently stuck like this-- I didn't feel any abatement to the force of the spasms-- and whether he would start to spill my endlessly flowing sperm onto the comforter. But no, as I said, he slowly turned from ass-up to ass-down, so he could jerk that giant dick. When I finally did stop ejaculating I pulled my dick out and beat off too, because the feeling of tension was still there, and then I felt myself start to cum again after a few seconds, saying "Oh god there's more, there's more," and hearing him mutter "Can you cum again?" and when I felt myself tip over the edge I put my dick back in his mouth, and felt a thick rivulet of good run out onto his tongue; the pulsing was feeble but the pleasure was intense. And then he popped all over his very tight belly. Fifteen minutes! Geesh. I found something to clean him up with and we chatted very amiably about our jobs; he seemed unusually interested so I yammered a bit more than I normally would. For a guy who won't kiss he was awfully willing to linger after he'd gotten loaded up with what he wanted. Which is nice. I don't really like being heartlessly abandoned after I've given someone my most precious genetic gifts. But then he checked his phone, to make sure his boss hadn't written-- he was working from home too-- and I decided to let him go. At the door he hesitated, as if maybe now I could kiss him. I didn't know what was up with that but didn't want to be rebuffed again, so I just smiled at him, swatted his tush, and said "Bring that by again sometime so I can work on that some more," and he grinned and trotted away. Right now I sort of feel like I do when I have a nice light vegetarian dinner with just enough food to satisfy me, versus after a perfect Thanksgiving dinner, when you can't imagine ever needing to eat again. I typically have sex that leaves me feeling like the later-- sore, wiped out, dehydrated, tired, levitated to another physical plane. Now I just don't feel horny any more. The lightness of the sensation is pleasant… but I hope I don't have to wait too long for Thanksgiving! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He's a brick...........house. He's mighty mighty, just lettin' it all hang out..... Sorry, but that's what came to mind. He answered my ad and I went to him. 'Use My Mouth' was the ad headline. 6'3" (he seemed taller) 225. Wide and solid. 8.5". A true 8.5". He just failed to mention that it was at least 5.5" around. Now, he never gave his race, but based on his dick size and his neighborhood (yes, I'm stereotyping), it was fairly safe to say he was black. And he was. Dark as the night. He took up the entire doorway as I approached. I didn't even notice at first that he had no pants or underwear on. Just a t-shirt, standing at the front door for possibly anyone to see. I suppose he was proud of what he was showing. He should have been. It was fucking beautiful. I wasn't there to give decorating tips, it was just odd, all the walls had pics of various sizes of one woman - one I'm assuming was his mother. I'm talking dozens of pictures of 3x5 to poster size. It was a little odd. He led me to a room that had a spread out sleeping blanket. I'm not sure if this is how he slept or it was just his sex room. Right now, it was a sex room. Personally, I'd have liked him to stand to show me that huge cock while I was kneeling, but there was no way I was going to direct this guy to do anything. You could tell he did as he pleased, so why fuck around with that. He got on the floor, on his back, resting his head and I went down to my knees and then down on him. Fuck that dick grew. It was big when flaccid, but more than filled my mouth. I'm not ashamed to say I couldn't get it all in my mouth. I made a valiant effort but as he became wider at the base it became impossible to not have my teeth get in the way. Still, with his fidgeting and moaning, he seemed to be liking what I was doing. I'd lightly stroke his ball sac while I really worked on that massive rod. It was so dark, you could easily see where I couldn't get to with the spit line being very defined. I can't say it was the most comfortable way to do suck, but his cock, his rules. He was close and I could tell. He told me to get on my knees and spread my ass. He said he wanted to cum on my hole. I was ok with this because we hadn't talked about getting fucked. I wasn't prepared for it from a hygiene perspective and I wasn't prepared for it from a size one as well. But I could certainly handle his load being squirted on my asshole. Personally, I think we stopped the sucking too soon and he had to jack longer than it seemed, since he was in such a rush for me to get on my knees. But there I was, my hands grasping each cheek and pulling them part for him to see and have a good target of. He was moaning and then I felt it. Not the white hot temp of his load. I felt the head of his cock at my hole and then another two inches. My face sunk further into the sleeping bag on the floor as he pushed into me and then moaned, as that now white hot load was filling my ass. Granted it was not horribly deep up there, but it was up there. He left and threw me a towel, but I was already putting on my shorts. He was at the front door, putting on his t-shirt, pants still off, dick for all to see, as he opened it for me to leave. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... No— words. Should have fucked— a poet. Earlier today I had sex so good that I was literally fucked speechless, both during and afterward. It came courtesy of my buddy with the 10 inch penis. I call him Big Ten and I’ve blogged about him several times before. Every time we have sex, it’s like the best sex I’ve ever had. Seriously, he’s *that* good. And if you are a bottom and you’ve never taken a cock so big that it fucks you WELL up past your second ring— well, I pity you. It truly is a life altering experience. Anyway, he came over today and BAM! Not only did everything purr like a well oiled machine, it ran like a fucking Bugatti Veyron! He fucked me for one and a half hours— nonstop. He never pulled out, because he’s so fucking big we can change positions and he never slides out. And MAN did he fuck me today! At one point, the sex was so electric and felt so good, that I just started laughing. Giddily laughing and I couldn’t stop. It was THAT intense and THAT good. He had me babbling apologies and saying how goddamn good it felt and how it was….. I lost words. I was just babbling incoherently. I was also almost hyperventilating and trying hard not to swallow my tongue. The finale included me doggy style, him pulling out to jack a bit (he’d edged too many times inside me), and then he shoved back in to the hilt to blow his load into my spleen. I may have been speaking in tongues at that point, I don’t know. All I know is that when he collapsed on top of me and I collapsed on the bed, I had cum everywhere and didn’t even realize it. Yeah. It was ridiculous. I’m still vibrating from it hours later. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... So, a guy came over and bred me last night. (No surprise there). But I was a bit surprised when I learned what his occupation was. This guys has fucked me a couple times before. He’s a bit heavier than I typically like and I’m not very attracted to him, but he has a thick 7.5” cock which tends to make up for a lot of flaws. Last night I saw him on Scruff and asked if he had a load for me. He said he could be over in 15 minutes. So I told him to bring it. I know he has a profile on Adam4Adam, too, which is how I hooked up with him before. He also had one on BBRT. Anyway, he came over and I was quickly on my knees blowing his nice thick cock. Then he grabbed me and pushed me toward my bed. I sucked him some more, and then he had me lube his dick so I could ride it. Damn but his thick fucker felt good sliding up my ass raw!! He grabbed my hips and pumped me for a good 10 minutes. And then it was onto all fours for some deeper penetration. And then at the end he pushed me onto my stomach and humped the hell out of my hole. I was moaning from the friction and begging for his load. “You want it?” He panted. “You want this 5 day load up your ass??” Fuck yes I did. I clamped my hole with all my might and arched my ass to meet his thrusts. It didn’t take long and he was flooding me with his spunk. When he was spent, he pulled out and rolled off me. I scooped the final few drops of jizz from his piss slit and fingered them up my ass. Damn was my hole a cumsloppy mess!! While basking in the afterglow, he asked what I did for a living and I told him. Then I asked what he did. "You don’t know?" He asked suspiciously. "Nope," I said. "Um, I’m an HIV educator." He says sheepishly. "I hope you aren’t the kind to ‘kiss and tell’- I don’t do hookups often and I really don’t want people in the community finding out that I do… this." "Dude- you’re secret is safe with me," I told him. "You just made the sex so much hotter!!! I love that you put your raw cock in me and I just took your seed bareback. You’re a DL fucking pig! You can breed me any time!!!" "I know that I’m a hypocrite and I know that I shouldn’t fuck bare— but I just fucking HATE condoms," He confides. "You and me both," I say. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He pounded me the way he normally does. Or eventually does. He is the closest thing I have to a regular fuck - though by anyone's standards it is not super regular. But we never miss a beat once we are together. The man has skills with his dick. And his hips, I guess. And definitely his mind. Dirty. Dirty. Dirty. Yet sweet too. It's a good combo. Weeks back, before he was to leave on a trip, I found myself in....well, on....his bed. We do have a routine. A sequence of positions we go through. Usually in order, but not always. This is not a complaint. Normally, to start, I'm on my knees with my ass at the edge of the bed and him standing behind me. Is it slutty, or hot, that I give no resistance to him entering me and taking a matter of seconds to bottom out? Is it slutty, or hot, that I push back on him, trying to meet him half way? His cock fits perfectly into my hole. Yeah - one could say that eventually all cocks fit in, but this is the right size for the 'let's just get to it' fuck. And we do just get to it. At points in the session, I'm on my side, with a leg up a little so he has deep access. We also have the opportunity to kiss at this point. Normally, that is not a big thing for me, but for whatever reason, with him it is. I won't say it's romantic, but there is an intimacy and intensity to it. And even a bit of dirtiness. Other times I will ride him while he lays back. I like this, but I have less control over my own impending orgasm. If I am to cum at all during the session, this is one of the ways we do this. At some point, there is always the flat on the belly approach, him on my back - thrusting into me, hard, deliberate and steady. For leverage, his arms will go under my pits and pull me back a bit. It might be a control thing. I think it's just a way to drive deeper. This last time, that last position was a big one. We used that a lot. I knew then I wasn't going to be riding him to get off. This was his time to shoot. With his weight on top of me and the grasp of my arms, I wasn't going anywhere - not that I intended to. He was fucking for a finish. I was happy for him to do that. Nothing pleases me, or mentally gets me off, more than a guy who becomes a selfish but skilled top. He drove into me over and over. No verbal warning, but I could feel him get hard as steel and the breath became a little more labored and the respirations a little more shallow. He was racing towards orgasm and going to make sure I got it all. The guy plunged into me when he let loose, making sure his cock and seed were as deep in me as he could possibly get. I could feel the pulses, but not the warmth. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he re-established composure. I love that he doesn't pull out. He leaves that dick up my ass. I milk it. I squeeze that shaft, not only making him shudder a bit, but getting out every last drop of sperm that I can. I'm already looking forward to next time. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... It's about a thousand degrees outside, and I've been horny all day. Someone who hit me up Monday and wanted to fuck Tuesday said he'd settle for Wednesday. At 4pm. I gave him my number but I know how those things go. I was cruising online a bit, looking for just the right bottom to squirt my balljuice in. On BBRT, an extremely beautifully muscular dude with XXX in his screen name hit me up out of the blue, asking if I wanted to breed him "at 3:45 today." As that was several hours away, and his profile said he was "picky" and an escort who had done porn as well, I decided he was just on drugs, trying to put stuff on the back burner, and gave it little mind, though I told him I would be happy to juice him up when the time came. I wasn't finding much other ass. So I hit up a 23 year old super-hottie who I chatted with on Scruff a bit a week or two ago; back then I thought we were getting somewhere when he suddenly asked if I could "help him out some" if he came over. Hookers! Everywhere! I told him I didn't pay for sex, even with high quality meat such as himself (he was really beautiful), and he crumpled immediately, saying "You wouldn't be paying for my ass" and then, when I didn't reply much, "I'm sorry I brought it up, I want your load, you don't have to pay, can I come over," blablabla. I had made other plans at that point to just go have dinner with a friend. But today I hit him up again. And he seemed game. And then my boss called with something urgent. Then my MOM called with something urgent. By the time I got back to the hot kid, over an hour had gone by, and he said he was in Hell's Kitchen, but could hook up "later". Well, I know how that goes. I cursed my luck. But then lo and behold, the XXX hot stud on BBRT materialized, right at 3:45, telling me he wanted me to go fuck him. How convenient! So I told him to text me the address, and had it within 2 minutes, and was on the train within a minute of that, and fifteen minutes after that I was on all fours with my face in the most fantastic ass I've encountered in years. I was sweating from the heat as it was… by the time I left I was drenched with sweat from the exertion of deep-dicking his amazing body. This fuck was only about a half hour, but it was FUCKING HOT OMG HOT. He was a short walk from the 8th Ave subway station, thank God, because you could fry an egg on the sidewalk out there. I walked down Greenwich Ave a bit looking for the address, which Google maps placed on the wrong side of the street, wondering, how can there be a house here, maybe that number doesn't exist? It's all little shops and cafes there. I started to feel like I was being punked-- after all, why would a porn star (I looked him up later, he did a bit of stuff for Randy Blue), built like a brick shithouse, with a big fat dick, hit up a schlubby middle-aged dude like me out of the blue and ask me over? But then there it was: a very dilapidated looking townhouse, nestled between all the glitz of that part of the village, looking like a tramp sleeping on a high fashion runway. I buzzed and went into a squalid little hallway, and knocked on the door of the basement apartment. I heard a rather cheerful voice call out, "It's open!" and pushed my way inside, setting aside a big package that was leaning up against the door. "Looks like you have a package delivered out here," I called as I worked my way through the very cramped, tiny foyer. I rounded the corner at the Barbie-sized kitchenette-- the apartment was laughably small-- and there he was, face down on a folded-out futon that took up the whole "living room" part of the studio, bare ass right in my face, shaped like the perfect Platonic ass of asses. Hard muscular legs swelling with meat, waist so tiny that his ass cheeks flared out obscenely to each side, lats so swollen with beef that his body looked otherworldly. I almost fell on the floor, so stunned was I with his perfect proportions. "A package?" he called over his shoulder, still sounding very chipper, not the sullen "sexy" so many dudes go for. "Yeah… you have a package out there, and you're gonna get a package in here," I said, kneeling on the futon and slapping this AMAZING FUCKING REAR END that was, unbelievably, mine for the afternoon. "Woo hoo!" he called out, putting his head back down. "It's my lucky day!" "Holy shit," was the last thing I said for a long time, and I ran my hands over his hindquarters. Even his asshole was beautiful and perfect. His balls were like lemons… HUGE. I ate his ass slowly at first, then greedily, lapping with all my tongue along the tendon holding his legs to his trunk while he moaned and moaned. I reached down for his dick, which was just as thick and meaty as his balls and his ass and his back and his arms and his thighs and fucking everything; he was an entire universe of insanely super-sized meat unto himself. And ALL MINE. FUCK. I licked and sucked his nuts and then stroked that awesome dick and sucked the head into my mouth, too; the whole time he was on all fours, face out of sight, and for once I really didn't care, his body was so fucking perfect. And that fucking DICK: I only sucked it maybe three or four pumps, and it lengthened and hardened fully, beautifully straight, with a dickhead that was just pure sex: meaty, sharply ridged, pointed but thick and wide as well, beautifully smooth but also with a bit of that texture that grabs at your tongue a bit… this sucking and licking and nibbling at the ridge of the head made him fully erect, ooze a little precum, and moan and moan way over there from the pillows his head was buried in. It was exciting to know I was turning this sexy beast on. I kept it up… I never wanted to have these toys taken away. I went from dick to balls to hole to tendons and around and around and back again, sometimes gripping his calves and feet for emphasis, and time slipped away. I was still dressed, mind you, my dick slowly swelling in my pants; for the first five minutes I think it was stunned in there from the onslaught of sexy… but eventually it began to wake up. I pulled off my clothes quickly and slid back down there, slowly stroking my dick while I luxuriated in his rear. I felt a little bottle rolling around by my legs, and when I finally came up for air, I examined it; it was a little bottle of silicone lube. On a lark I put some on, and it was actually really nice. Mostly I hate lube, but this was completely flavorless and scentless and didn't have that weird powdery texture that silicone lubes usually have, to me anyway. I got my own dick as hard as XXX Hot Stud's, and then I was on my knees behind him, and I put my dick against his hole and I pushed and I slid right in and then I was fucking him! He cried out when I pushed into him so quickly, and one each subsequent thrust, but I was really too addled by HOT HOT HOT to pay close attention. I slowed down and gave him the long slow inches treatment, pulling all the way out, pausing with my dickhead just tapping against his hole, then pushing all the way in slowly enough that it took maybe two seconds to get him full up to my nuts, and then a little trick I learned to make bottoms think my dick is bigger than it is: keep pushing against him but flex the muscles between my legs to make my dick swell with blood, thicken and lengthen deep inside him, with the same tempo as the slow thrust; this made him rotate his head on his neck, cry out "Oh God yeah," and drop it back down to the pillows, feeling that primal bottomy delight in being fully, utterly filled. I think I felt my dickhead knocking against the fabled second sphincter in there. My dick isn't very big, I don't think I usually hit that, but I guess the way we were built, and the way I was riding right on his haunches like that, I just about made it. Needless to say, feeling that extra tightness on the most delightful part of my dick only made me want to cum. I had to seriously control my motions, at one point pulling out to tongue fuck him instead. I wanted to savor this fucking body… but I knew I wasn't long for this fuck. He was too fucking hot. He was going to make me cum against my will. But I did my best. He kept adjusting his body so that I could fuck him as effectively as possible, getting into an extremely submissive kneeling posture with his back sloped to jut out his ass, and I pressed my thighs against his-- they were hard as steel but had just enough give to the muscle to make me LOSE MY FUCKING SHIT when I felt them against me-- and I held that IMPOSSIBLY TINY WAIST in my hands, little hipbones at the base of his massive back so narrow that I felt like I could snap his waist-- and I lay my head against his bearded jaw and sucked on his ear lobe while I drilled him with long slow delicious strokes of a dick that felt so hard it would go off in him like a bottle rocket. Which, eventually, far, far too soon, it did. I was hitched to his body tightly, on arm around his massive chest, one hand gripping his inner thigh and pulling his ass to my body to meet the thrusts of my prick, and chewing on his beefy, manly neck, watching his juglar pulse with the joy of being fucked silly, and I pushed my dick into him deep and hard and held it there, and I got that feeling I've felt sometimes-- that feeling that the most sensitive spot of my dick is pressed against a big throbbing vein somewhere deep inside his gut, and just that slight throbbing, that pulsing of his blood, along with that gentle enveloping sensation of that inner sphincter which I was clearly tapping again… these sensations acted together to just fucking milk the spooge right out of my nuts, and I started shooting despite myself. As soon as I felt it I muttered "FUCK I wanted to last longer," and began slamming my spurting dick into him so I could feel it as much as possible in that last minute or two before it would all be over. I managed to keep enough control to keep giving him long inches of thrust-- I know how much a bottom loves to feel the whole length of the dick that's fucking him, even during orgasm, you can't be a jackrabbit, you gotta fuck a dude with everything you got, and I was doing it-- until I popped out on the third spurt. I was jizzing all over his hole and the bed and going "ah ah oh oh n-n-no ah" trying to get it back in, and the room was spinning and he was going "oh man oh man" and I got it back in and pounded my way through my very wet orgasm, and kept fucking him even after I was done shooting. It was just too good to feel his hard body take the brunt of my thrusts, and the futon began squeaking loudly and then it collapsed onto the floor! I said "Whoa" but kept fucking and he kept pushing his ass into me to receive all the thrusting he could get, and then only when I felt my dick shrink a bit did I pull out of him. He finally turned around to look at me, my dick, and the big spot of jizz I accidentally got on the bed instead of inside him. He examined it closely, with an intriguing intensity, probing it with one hand on the blanket while fingering his soggy hole with the other. "THAT was a good fuck," I said triumphantly, and he smiled goofily-- his body is amazing but his face is actually a little boyish and dorky, I must say, which I actually really love-- and he raised his big arm up over his head and looked at me, smiling, waiting for a high-five. So ok, I high-fived him. "What did you do to my futon, though?" he said, getting up and fussing with it, folding it back up onto its frame as I went over to the bathroom to wash off my gooey privates. "I can't be the first dude whose fucked apart that futon," I called over my shoulder skeptically. This dude must have a nonstop parade of tops in here. He joked, saying, "Well, you're the first today. This hour." I washed up, and came out, and he was on the futon, holding his dick in his hand, still naked, looking adorable and hunky and fuckalicious all at once. He was very chatty and friendly, to be honest, and at one point we were conversing very enthusiastically about grilled halloumi cheese, then another point talking about handlebar mustaches and the quality of our beard hair. I really liked him, wish we'd kissed or something, wish he'd sucked my dick, wished I was the type of top would could just reload and fuck him all goddamn night. But I'm not. I looked at my watch; I'd been there maybe 35 minutes. I was still soaked but got dressed, and we high-fived again, and I told him to hit me up next time he needed a deep irrigation, and he said sure, and I said don't be a stranger, and he said sure, and I left him there with my big soaking load inside him, and I doubt I'll ever see him again. When I got home I looked him up, found his Facebook, found his official website with its embarrassingly breathless description of his own hotness, watched a teaser for a scene he did with a very handsome much more famous porn star, and felt weird. And also, HOT. The air conditioning was out in the apartment. It's only just now cooling off after it was reset in the building. All my sweat is drying. My dick is asleep in my pants. My brain is alive with visions of that amazing body under mine, accepting my dick, my tongue, my cum. But it was just a quick, hot moment. Why can't I have more? More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Now, you all know I'm a Cocksucker. Oh yes, it is upper-cased. It's a title. it's a lifestyle. So not often am I actually on the receiving end of a blowjob. I was on a visit to a guy who has fucked me semi-regular over the last year or so (you've read about them here), but I was in a "not-so-fresh" feeling and while my mind was willing, my body was not. It could have, but well.......you know. The get together started out with me sucking him. I mean, that seemed the right thing to do. You've seen my unofficial / official title: Cocksucker. So it's a little fuzzy on how it came to be that he ended up sucking me. I know he is versatile, but for the most part we've never played on that. I've had my role, he's had his. ...and it's worked just fine. When guys say they are versatile, they usually have one good skill and play off that and do 'the other stuff' when they have to. I'm ok, at best, at fucking. I like to think I'm great at getting fucked or taking it down my throat. But I'd have a hard time calling myself versatile - though recent events might contradict that. But this guy had a great mouth. I already knew he could throw an awesome fuck, but who knew he'd have such good oral skills? Mind you, I was worked up anyways, but seeing him sink lower onto my long, fat shaft made me horny. I told him he should probably stop what he was doing. It was feeling good and it wouldn't take that much to get me off. I teased him and told him he probably couldn't handle it anyways. He has seen me shoot when he fucks me and it is safe to say he is impressed with the volume of cum I can displace from my nuts. Hell, I am impressed - and I'm not boasting. Well...........not much. I baited him a bit, saying there is no way he could swallow that big of a load. He took the challenge. He went back to his "work". I let him. He knew I was getting near, mostly because I told him so. He didn't stop. ...and now I couldn't. I told him to stop moving. Not because I wanted to hold off, but because I need a guy to be still while I pump my cream into his mouth and throat. He was about one-third of the way down on me when I let loose. And I LET loose. There is no way or remembering last time I had gotten off, but it was safe to say 7-10 days. For a bit he was taking it like a champ. But I would say two-thirds of the way into full release, I saw a slight panic in his eyes. I'm not sure anyone else would have picked up on it, but I know him well....or well enough. The moment of panic was fleeting, but there. Unlike most guys, he didn't gag or cough. Nor did he pull off. He took every. single. drop. He tried to kiss me afterward, I jokingly resisted, saying that I knew where his filthy mouth had been. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Yesterday I got beautiful oral service and then fucked a wet, slimy load into a willing, hungry body, cumming harder than I have in a long time-- but it was that old paradox: The hottest, most physically satisfying sex is so often with guys I am least attracted to. I was prickteased all morning on every app and hookup site out there-- literally every single one, dudes seemed unusually horny yesterday for sure-- and they were all pretty good looking guys who all said the right thing and were close by and sounded very hot to trot. But one by one they dropped away when I pushed things towards meeting up. One guy who hits me up maybe every six months but never seals the deal was among them; I like his face and I could bury my face in his ass till I suffocated with glee, it's so sweet-looking. He lives the next neighborhood over and I have no idea what his deal is. But every time he hits me up, it's to tell me he can hook up in two or three hours. Yesterday was no different, but I gave him my number, saying, I might still be around when you call but I don't know, I want something sooner. (I am very no-nonsense about this kind of thing, and wish everyone else was, too.) This time, inexplicably, he had to go to the park for a couple of hours before he could come suck my dick. WTF? I forgot about him and began seeking people further afield, feeling a little desperate to unload in someone as I hadn't cum since Tuesday. While cruising I get a text from him saying he's in the park and do I want to go be in the park with him. I ignored it, thinking, ugh, this guy. On Adam4adam I hit up someone in Astoria who had a zillion rules about how I was to meet him because he was "discreet." But his ass and body looked fantastic and his face pic, while taken at a weird, oblique angle, looked good to me too. He was just 5'7, perfect for manhandling and seeding up. We negotiated slightly less weird rules that I could live with, and I drove up to Astoria to get my rocks off and get on with my day. While driving, the guy in the park texted-- a half hour later than he said he would-- seeming ready to go. I thought, this smells like disaster, this is going to be one of those days, and it was. I ignored the cute/hot-assed dude a few blocks away and continued to my assignation in Queens. The guy wanted me to walk in and meet him in some room in his apartment. I did, expecting to find him in the usual face-down-ass-up posture, but that's not what I found-- he was just standing to the side of the room, fully clothed--- and looking absolutely, laughably nothing like his picture. He was maybe 15 years older, built nothing like that, and Latino. I thought, this is what I get for being impatient. But I actually kind of liked his face. He had big features, nice lips, nice ears (something of a fetish of mine), and was wearing a black baseball cap with the bill turned backwards, which was somehow very flattering to him. I thought, this guy will look just fine with my dick in his mouth. I walked up to him and kissed him and he kissed beautifully, actually. "You're gonna suck my dick real good, right?" I asked menacingly, letting him know he better perform because it was clear he had misrepresented himself. He assured me he would, and as we made out some more unbuttoned my shorts, fished out my meat, and began stroking it perfectly, making it swell magically in his hands. I didn't think I could fuck him-- his limbs were kind of spindly and his body wasn't doing anything for me-- but I could tell he knew how to treat a dude's meat. And he did. He had me hard as a fucking rock and on the edge in no time, and knew how to keep me there. He looked fantastic with my fat choad in his mouth, even if he wasn't as handsome as the kid in the picture. I was pretty happy. We disrobed-- the body under the clothes still did nothing for me-- but I wanted to feel more. So I put him on his back and ground my body into his, making out furiously with him all the while. His kissing style and his facial features were really turning me on at this point; I've said it before, but a nice face can atone for many sins. He signed and hitched his legs tight around my waist, wrapped his arms around my back, and cooed, "You feel so good… Can I just live here, underneath you? I could lie like this forever… you could just fuck me whenever you wanted… you feel so good…" This kind of talk helps, too. My dick was furiously erect and wanted inside his body. So unceremoniously I pushed back his legs, found his hole, and pushed with my hips. He was very, very tight, and grimaced. I pulled out, slicked up with viscous spit, and pushed back in; his grimacing continued, but with a beautifully exciting friction my dick sunk into him about 2/3 of the way, enough for me to slide back and forth, almost exposing my dickhead completely on the out-stroke, and getting enough skin-on-skin action on this partial in-stroke to make me feel like I could easily cum. Precum oozed out of my dick and slicked the way further, but his breathing and movements made it clear it was not ideal for him. At this point a bit of sadism came out in me. My lizard brain said to the rest of me, if he's going to lure you to Canada with fake pictures, he's gotta let you have your way with his body; he owes it to you at this point. So I kept fucking-- slowly, in part to keep from popping too quick, and in part because I'm not a complete narcissist and didn't want to seriously hurt him. Eventually I relented and asked, "Does it hurt too much?" and he said "Ah… yeah… I am very tight, I haven't been fucked in a while." So I pulled out and ordered him back between my legs. He sucked me some more, and then stroked my tool while we made out. I reached down and found his-- he actually had a really beautiful dick, truth be told, and it felt very good to run my fingers over the ridges and bumps of his picture-perfect dickhead. Then he sucked me some more, stopping only to say "Your dick is perfect… it's so beautiful… I love to suck your dick." He had me feeling extremely fine. Fine enough that I decided I had to fuck him more. I got him back on his back, and he smiled with a bit of chagrin, and I pushed his legs back again, very very far this time, and was able to slide in all the way up to my nuts. The pain seemed to be gone for him, and he just lay there thrilling to the motions of my dick moving in and out of him. I could give him full, long strokes with every inch now, exactly the way I like to fuck. It was unbelievable heaven to fuck this way. I fought back the urge to cum a thousand times. I lowered my face to his, and purred in his ear, "Do you want me to fuck my load into you, or do you want to suck it out of me?" "Whatever you want," he said, "Do what you want." "I don't know, I don't know," I said like a crazy drunk person. "I don't know where I want to cum." I sawed in and out of him some more; my whole body zinged with every slow thrust. Finally it didn't matter what I wanted. The world fuzzed out and my hips bucked hard against him, and he said "Yeah yeah yeah" and I was pounding into him and I was spurting inside him, feeling my thrusts get slicker and slicker as I juiced up his hole with four days of built up sperm production. He began jerking off and just as I was done ejaculating inside him, I felt his asshole pulsating all around me. I looked down and thin jets of hot cum were squirting out of his dick. My dickhead was perfectly lodged just inside his sphincter, so that it was basically palpitating my dickhead's hot spot, running me down the other end of my orgasm beautifully. It was an extremely hot fuck. We talked a bit after; apparently he mentors the kids who live downstairs, and they have a tendency to just barge into his apartment whenever they like; hence his extreme caution. I can appreciate this more than just some guy who is a complete queen but thinks no one around him knows it and so he has to play cloak and dagger and can't just enjoy fucking with his own body. But as we talked, whatever spell my horniness had cast on me faded, and I saw he was just a regular older gay dude, a little worse for the wear, as if maybe he had been a heavy drinker or drugger in his youth. He was very nice, but I was left perplexed as to where all that intense pleasure had come from, and where it had gone. I kept wishing I'd waited around for the cute guy with the beautiful ass. I kept wondering why it was so crucial that I get off that morning. I got a little depressed. I spent the afternoon in Bushwick, which I drove to on a lark, looking at giant colorful murals there, and all the put-together arty kids walking up and down the grungy streets, looking unbelievably beautiful and clean and strong. I saw about five hundred guys I wanted to inseminate. I drank an organic juice with celery and pineapple in it. I felt vexed and a little embarrassed. But there is no escaping the cold hard fact that that lying, not-very-attractive dude made me cum harder than I have in months, and kept my dick feeling like a steel rod for the better part of an hour. What in the world does it all mean? More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I'm not saying "Tony" was my first Cuban cock, but I can't say he wasn't. Sure I've played with many a Hispanic before but I never truly asked for their heritage. Nor did I ask for Tony's. He just told me in a message before hooking-up. 28, 6'1", 225, 6.5" thick and uncut Cuban cock. 225 for that height could be pushing the envelope of being heavy, but he said he was muscular. I'm not so sure that was true. He's a big boy. Solid, but it wouldn't take that much for him to be a candidate for Type II diabetes. He was working - doing house visits for his work and used the time to stop by to unzip and show me this. The pic doesn't really do him justice. Or his dick, I suppose. It was a truly thick cock. As his pants and then underwear fell to the floor, his chub was mostly covered in skin. You know how those Hispanic men keep their foreskin. There was plenty of it, but not in a bad way. Yes, sometimes there can be too much hanging skin. This was more than enough and it clung to the side of the shaft and over. It didn't take long to peel back, with a little mouth manipulation. His cock grew. And widened. And widened. While I won't go so far to say it filled my mouth, the orifice was starting to fill up. He truly was majorly thick. He let me go at my own pace, mentioning during the session how he had 'a girl' and I was only the third guy who'd ever gone down on him, none of the other two swallowed. I'm not sure if this was just passing information or a challenge. To be fair, he didn't know me or what I like (or not) to do. Somewhere in our exchange I did say I would take every drop - so I'm assuming he understood it meant I would gulp down his jizz. Never once did he try to use his hips to pump my face. He could have - I wouldn't have stopped him, but he just stood still letting an expert do his job. I'm guessing it was about a 10 minute session when he told me he was close. I didn't stop. I didn't slow down. He did not seem to want to stop me or let the blowjob last longer. I was on a schedule....and I know he was. The man shot a fucking load. A HUGE fucking load. Jet after jet. Throb after throb. The sperm just kept coming. I kept swallowing and while I could keep up, I could see a man with lesser experience struggle with the volume of spunk. He didn't know what to do with the compliment I gave him on the vast amount he had knocked out. He has as way to get a hold of me if he's back in the area. He's not the best looker, but with a load like that, I'd get on my knees any time. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Well, tonight was a new one. It was a guy who has been rather ardent in his pursuit of me on BBRT more or less since I got here. For the first few days I was sticking my dick in dudes all over the place, but then there was just too much going on with family for me to meet up with this guy. He was a big meathead-- about my height, but very muscular with huge guns and a big dick, who for whatever reason was just all about me shooting one of my big loads inside him. Tonight I did a few errands with my mom, and one of my nephews wanted to hang out, but I was feeling over-socialized again. The big meathead said he would be free tonight a little late. He was honestly unusually well-spoken and polite for a big meathead, I must say. So I decided to set aside my evening for him. But the more we chatted, the more it became clear he was one of those bottoms who needed this and that and also the other thing to make a fuck just right. Nothing dampens my enthusiasm than a bottom with a lot of recherché needs. But I wanted to fuck that body. So ok, I did everything he asked for, except put on the fucking mask he left for me on the side table by the stairs as I went up. ("It will honestly annoy me to wear it," I said in the flurry of texts listing all the clauses and codicils required to close the deal on this late night fuck, garnering me a ":(" but a "no not a deal breaker at all" also, thank God.) I slipped in the side door. I crept up the back stairs slowly but deliberately. I went through the various rooms as instructed, and found him face down on the bed, heartbreakingly beautiful ass clad in tight black briefs (that was my request!). I refrained from kissing him (ugh I hate guys who insist on this). And I fucked him and I was aggressive and rough like he demanded… and yes, in the heat of the moment, Dear Reader, I choked him. I often shy away from guys who want "aggressive" or "rough" or "dominant" or whatever. Often these are signs the bottom is demanding and annoying to fuck. But also I just don't feel I am those things, despite being told that I am these things over and over. But I guess after skull-fucking this lunk-- putting all my weight on one arm, extended straight down with palm splayed right across his face, pushing his face into the bed while I rammed my fuckstick into his gaping maw barking "don't stop sucking it"-- and then flipping him on his back; forcing his very tight hole open rather unceremoniously with my slightly lubed-up bone, making him grimace in what looked like a genuine, rather concerning way; and then at his command seriously grabbing and squeezing his windpipe while I pummeled his body with my hips, not letting up even to ejaculate-- I guess I can honestly say I can live up to this kind of bottom's needs. "You're aggressive," he said in that how-could-you-have-thought-otherwise sort of way, when I was done. He was lying on his back jerking his big fat dick rather intensely, his huge rubbery nips hard and extended with excitement, those big sexy bestial limbs splayed on the bed for my delectation. He stared into my face awfully hungrily for someone who an hour before was saying "a faceless top is my ultimate fantasy" and begging me to put on a leather balaclava. But that would totally have prevented me from stroking my face in that fucking Valhalla of a caboose. Just so, so, SO beautiful, so good to eat. And maybe he liked my sexy-mean face. I ate him some more after I loaded him up, while he beat that fat fat dick, and he moaned and moaned and my mouth got saltier and fishier with the slight seepings of my own ejaculate. (I have no idea how guys swallow this stuff; I gotta say I have some awfully potent-tasting spunk for a non-smoker. I had to stop at the 24 hour grocery on the way home and kill the taste with a big gooey piece of chocolate cake.) I waved his aggressive comment away, saying, "I never know what dudes mean by that." But he clearly was happy with my performance, muttering to himself, "the way you just fucked my skull like that…" and his dick got visibly harder in his fist. I half wanted to push his hand away and suck him off. His face was rather brutish and dumb-looking: round skull, short brow, big nose, thick lips, heavy, weirdly bristly near-unibrow, dark caveman stubble. His arms were hard, bursting with muscle, tattooed. He was a seriously hot slab of fuckmeat. "You can stay, go, whatever, man, you're hot!" he said as I took in his animalistic beauty. So I sucked his fat nip and stuck my finger in his gooey hole and choked him some more with the other hand, and he shook and vibrated on the bed, moaning like he was about to die. Clearly there is something deep inside this guy that responds to these things. Most bottoms with all these rules and needs don't even give you any payoff for following them; just got "hot" like Paris Hilton and leave you wondering what the fuck just happened. But this guy was clearly into it, and that (plus his fucking neanderthal hotness) made it all worth it, I guess. I finally said I had to go home, and he hopped off the bed saying, "Sure thing!", perhaps happy that I didn't try to make him cum so he could go find another top to cum in him tonight. We chatted amiably while I washed the thin veneer of my own cum off my face, which I had smeared myself with just enjoying contact with his ass while he beat his meat. He expressed dismay that I don't live here, and we talked a bit about what miserable cockteases southern men are (this guy is a transplant from Ohio). We bonded a bit over how much sex we like to have and what straightforward, upstanding libertine dogs we are. His body did not stop its siren song to me, and I kept having to slap and grip its brawn. Finally, facing him, I abruptly grabbed his chin in one hand and said, "OK, make your top happy, man," and leaned in for a kiss. He had just enough time to pucker up for Grandma before I sucked his lips into my mouth. Better than nothing. "You fucker!" he said, and laughed, like I had gotten the better of him. The kiss was more of a violation than being nearly asphyxiated and thoroughly inseminated by a stranger was, somehow. "See ya later!" I said, swaggering away, wishing I'd forced my tongue in his mouth but happy with having spread my seed to another warm body. "Bye, sexy dad!" he called after me. And I went downstairs and was gone. But you know me. All that bluster isn't my style. May my next fuck me a long deep velvety one; may my next bottom melt into me and make me feel my topness in long stretches of pleasure we can barely endure. More...