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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today a guy from way up on the Upper East Side hit me up on Daddyhunt and as we exchanged pictures he begged and begged for my dick. He was not the cutest guy in the world, but had a kind of scruffy, woodsy, manly lookin thing going on, with light green eyes (something I always like), and his body shot looked pretty nice. He told me he was the Best Cocksucker Ever and would suck me for as long as I say and swallow everything. I wasn't even all that horny, just idly checking email really... until he said all that, and expressed willingness to hop right on the subway and come over. That got my nuts churning. So I said ok, come over. He was here in a half an hour, and got right to work, but didn't give very good head, to be honest. It looked like he had nice legs and a nice ass through his jeans, though, so I commanded him to take his pants off. He complied, revealing a creamy, shapely pair of buttocks the gleamed down there between my feet as he gnawed away at my bone. A couple of flicks of his nipples sent him into orbit and turned him into a whimpering blob of jelly, endlessly telling me how hot I am, and I wasn't going to get off from the head, so there was no other real alternative than to flip him over, slick up my dickhead, and push my tool into him. And he took it greedily, asking for more! He was one of those guys who looked better on his stomach with my dick in his mouth than on his back with my dick in his ass. But he was creamy and slick inside and it was rather unexpected to have an available raw ass like this with so little negotiation or wheedling. There is just something about that motion, the straining in the muscles at in the small of your back, in your buttocks and thighs, the thrill along the length of your tool as it slides in and out, that just transcends everything. The mere motions fucking is sometimes enough to seriously turn me on; I'm kind of getting off on the feeling of my own body fucking, more than the guy I'm actually dicking. He babbled a nonstop stream of declarations of my fantastic toppinghood, but all I could say in return was how much I fuckin love to fuck. And it was true. His ass was so warm and inviting that I wanted to cum almost right away, but I fought it, just fucking him slowly for several long minutes, savoring the pleasure of being a man thrusting his dick into another man. I loved it. But when I didn't think I could hold back much longer, I croaked hoarsely, "You want me to cum down your throat, yeah?" and he looked into my eyes deeply and imploringly, and asked me where I wanted to cum. I didn't answer. He just kept saying, cum in my ass, cum in my ass, and so I put all my weight on his shoulders, and sped up the powing, no longer worried about it, enjoying those last few moments of free wild thrusting until the point of no return is reached and the orgasm bursts through, an intensely pleasurable spoilsport that ends the festivities. I unloaded in him deep and hard. It wasn't a long fuck, but it was a pretty good one. I pulled out slowly and he jumped up so as not to get anything on the bed. I washed my proud, conquering tool and then he slipped into the bathroom to do his thing; when he emerged he said starry-eyed, "That was a LOT of CUM." I deliver, what can I say. Turns out we're both from the south, from neighboring states, and have been with our partners the same amount of time. He was an awfully nice guy, and he went back to the Upper East Side nicely loaded up with spooge, so I guess I did my good deed for the day. He wasn't the hottest guy in the world but he did manage to get me off pretty hard, and I can't complain about that! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Last night I deposited two loads of my cum in the stupendously hot, ripped body of an eager-to-please bottom. I reload slowly so this is unusual, but the man was so unbelievably beautiful, and so amazingly patient and focused on my pleasure, that I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I had to get as much of my sperm in this amazing specimen on manhood as I could. I had seen him on Manhunt once before, and felt sure he was far out of my league-- his body is world-class-- but something about his profile made me think he wasn't the typical "jock for jox" kinda guy, so I sent him an offhanded, pithy, dirtily-worded hit-up message, not really expecting to hear back. He did write back, right away, with a long effusive email about loving to get guys off and take their cum, and would I like to see him put on a show on skype he loves to show off blablabla? I have no interest in watching anyone show off on skype, being completely awash in porn of all kinds as it is, so I just let it go. But yesterday I felt extremely horny and wanted to fuck someone, and he reappeared on BBRTS. And I thought, well, let's see if he's willing to meet for real. His profile says he has a good sense of humor, and I like that in a guy. Again he wrote back instantly, with a reallly long note like the one before, rhapsodizing about how he was created to give other men pleasure blabla, and when did I want to fuck, and "here's my number TEXT ME!". I thought either this was not the guy in the pictures, or he was on drugs. I've run across guys who run at the mouth like that with that kind of attitude before, but they're usually not all that great-looking, substitution enthusiasm for hotness. Guys who look like those pix are never like this... unless they're all hopped up on sex-enhancing drugs, which does not often make for good sex. But I remembered he'd wanted to show off on skype before... it *had* to be him in the pictures. So I figured, what the hell, could be fun, thinking of the GHB guy last summer. He also said he wanted to do the "anonymous, door open, blindfolded, ass-in-air" thing. I find that extremely tedious, but I must admit I really liked his rationale, about giving me his body for my own pleasure, giving "stellar head", and caring about nothing but getting me off. I'm ashamed to say that the blindfold thing made me think it would be easier to get past my usual I-am-not-hot-enough-to-be-fucking-this-god feeling I get that often ruins my time with extremely good-looking guys. I told him I liked that idea, but asked if that meant he wouldn't kiss. He said he loved to kiss but what we did was totally up to me. Right answer! So within a few texts we had set things up. I asked if his ass was sparkly and minty-fresh for me so I could eat him out, and he said he was already loaded up, but could clean out if I wanted. Uh, I wanted. "I want to fuck you, not some other random top's cum," I said. I think he liked that. "Gotcha... it's what most guys like, seems like, but I'll clean up for you." We said I'd be there in an hour, and I was. When I got off the subway I already had like three more texts from him reiterating that it was all about my pleasure and that I should take some time with his holes, they were mine to do with as I will, but he likes verbal abuse, not physical, yadda yadda, on and on. I was a little taken aback, but I figured at least he was enthusiastic. I don't do the verbal abuse thing, though; ugh. I began to feel a little wary. I texted him that I was close. He reminded me what to buzz. The door was ajar as he'd said. There was a long hallway past the bathroom and kitchen to the main part of his studio. I sort of walked slowly, letting my footsteps echo, figuring this might enhance his OH-MY-GOD-AN-UNKNOWN-MAN-IS-COMING-TO-FUCK-ME experience-- I have no clue, go try to understand a bottom, but it sounded good at the time-- and there he was, arrayed beautifully on his bed, face down, looking so amazing it almost knocked me out. Shoulders for days, gigantic rock-hard arms. A back sculpted like a skateboard park, full of swelling hills and deep valleys, all narrowing down towards his impossibly thin waist and terminating in a series of razor-sharp clefts in the small of his back, formed by the huge mounds of his buttocks, shaped for all the world like an arrow pointing at his asshole. He was wearing a jockstrap and had a sleeping mask on over his eyes. "Well well well," I said sardonically, "look what we have here." I reached down and felt up his buttocks one by one. "A naked pussyboy all spread out just for me." He wiggled a little. I put on a stock porno voice and said, "This is a surprise, I certainly didn't expect anything like this when I walked through that unlatched door." He turned his face back to me and I could see an adorable smile on his face. I guess he did have a good sense of humor. Since it was all about me and he said to take my time, I did... I ran my hands all over those heartbreakingly beautiful hindquarters, and felt the incredible solidness of his thighs. I put my face in his crack and just ever so lightly brushed the hair down there with my nose, lips, and beard. He shook and hiked his ass up, and twitched and kept changing position, now on his haunches, now flat and spread out. I was completely mesmerized by his form. When I stuck my tongue out and pressed against his asshole, he dilated and engulfed it like a dick. Holy fuck, he was beautiful. After an interval I discarded the ludicrous jockstrap so I could hold his nuts in my hand while I ate him. I pulled off all my clothes and ate his ass until I was hard, and then clambered up on the bed with him and stuck my dick in his mouth. I wouldn't say the head was stellar-- it was passable, if enthusiastic and sincere-- but even with the eye mask on, he was incredibly cute, with a scruffy little beard, irresistible lips, a sharp nose, strong jawline, and perfectly-formed ears that did not lay completely flat against his head. He had short curly dark hair and a very manly hairline. He looked incredible with my dick in his mouth. I held his face and neck and drilled into his head, and this only made him more excited; he flipped onto his back to show me his whole body. There was not an ounce of fat on him. His chest was not very full, but the shape of his torso was the kind of thing a Greek would have made out of marble. His stomach was a genuine washboard; when I ran my hand over it it practically played skiffle music. How the fuck do I keep getting my dick in these guys? Unbelievable. I lowered my body on his and he reflexively wrapped that incredible body around mine. We made out furiously while I ground my dick into his. He was touching me everywhere and his kisses were all-encompassing; I felt like I was totally losing myself in him. I reared up and pushed his legs back and stuck my finger in his sweet, tidy little hole. He wanted dick in him, I could see. I gripped my fat oozing tool, slicked it with some spit, and shoved it in. He was grimacing and bearing down but I got it in all the way and started fucking. He clearly was not enjoying this properly. "Please, please give me some lube," he said, and I laughed. "OK, in a bit, let's fool around a little more before we get all sticky." I pushed his body around the bed so I could admire it, or grind on it some more, and he said, "You are good.... you make me feel small... I don't usually feel.... small." The guy is six feet tall and built like a brick shithouse. But I know what he meant. He was, indeed, very pliant, responding perfectly to what I wanted... and I could have spent all day just humping against his amazing form. There was another round of cock-sucking and ass-eating. He had a flexible rubber cockring on that was impeding my access to the area behind his balls-- a favorite delicacy of mine. I slipped it off, saying, "Now I've got you completely naked." He liked that. I liked that. I had to fuck this dude for real. I looked around for the lube. There were a few little bottles rolling around in the bed already but none looked lube-like. "Where is your lube, big guy? I can't see it." "I can't see it either," he quipped, the wit. I laughed and picked up a silver bottle. "Is it this Maximum Impact stuff?" I asked, trying to clear my spinning head enough to read the label. "NOOOOO don't use that!" he laughed, and I saw that it was video head cleaning solution. "That wouldn't be good, would it?" I agreed. He said there was a little black bottle that had lube in it. I found it and put it on-- too gloppy for my taste but you can't have everything-- and this eased my passage into him. I held his calves and my brain oozed out my ears while I looked at this incredible body taking the length of my dick inside, over and over. I pushed my body against his and commanded him to wrap his legs around me. The fucking and the kissing and the feeling of all this hard meat under me and around me made me come close to unloading several times. I put all my weight on his huge, cannonball-like shoulders-- his right one covered with tribal tattoos-- and drilled away at him as his face contorted with pleasure. I couldn't hold it, and started saying "No no no, I don't want to cum this soon," and he said "Let it go, cum in me, I want it!" and I pushed my body down on his again while all the pressure in my nuts instantly exploded into his body. I whined a little. "I could have fucked you all night man, you just got me too excited." He smiled and motioned for me to take out my tool. "You do fuck good," he said. "I feel a little tense and sore, though. I was up all night last night." I popped out my dick but laid down beside him and stroked his amazing body up and down. "Were you up all night aided by chemical substances, or is your life a natural high?" I asked tauntingly. "Um, chemicals," he said, laughing. "And you've just been getting fucked all day?" I asked. He had seemed clean and fresh to me. He said he had been laid off a few months before and had too much time on his hands. And he felt around blindly for my dick and began sucking me again. I glanced at the clock; I had already been there about 45 minutes. I didn't know if I was really going to get hard again. He did not seem to be in any hurry to get rid of me. I had this amazing plaything at my fingertips, seemingly for as long as I wanted it. I kept cursing myself for being so strange. This body was perfect, absolutely mesmerizing, yet somehow the chemistry had been a little off. Maybe it was the blindfold scene after all. Maybe I was just still too intimidated by his amazing physique. His sucking felt awesome and I was enthralled with his body, but I wasn't getting hard, goddamn it. Finally I pulled his face up to mine and we began kissing, slowly at first, but within a minute it turned into a crazy, seventh-grade-style makeout session. And this made my dick swell up; his kissing was honestly amazing; we were like animals hungry for each other. I pushed his head back down into my lap, and he seemed newly excited by the much longer, thicker meat he found down there. "I want to cum in you again," I said, and he nodded eagerly... but I didn't feel this was going to do it. We made out more, I touched his body more, another half hour was slipping away in this twilight of arousal. He said he needed a break, and he coiled his body into mine, with my thigh resting over his and his face in my neck. I stroked him up and down. Amazing. His back was also covered with tattoos, which I only just now focused my attention on. There were curves and ornate designs that didn't seem to represent much, but across the widest part was some gothic lettering; all I could make out was WELLB. "You have a lot of tattoos... what does this say? Wellby?" I immediately pictured Marcus Wellby, MD, a vision not welcome at this moment. I think he did to, as he tipped his head back and laughed, showing beautiful white teeth flashing against his dark beard, and he put his head on my chest. "It says 'well-bred'." "Oh!" I said. "A pun." He giggled. "An obscure pun." He pulled me close again and laughed into my chest. "Yes, a pun. Ha! An obscure pun. On so many levels." I pushed him on his back and ran my face over all his muscles; his biceps seemed bigger than my goddamn head. I hooked my arm under the small of his back, so small and yet so powerfully muscled. I felt the swelling of his buttocks against the hair on my arm there. I sucked his nipple and just humped my hips between his legs, and he moved along with me, those muscles flexing in the most exciting way against me. This had me getting very hard very fast. I sucked on his beautiful ear and he began to writhe-- how had I missed this erogenous zone before? I put my beard in the center of his ear and whispered, "I want to cum in you again," and he nodded silently; I slipped the cartilage back into my mouth and he writhed again. I kept at it and his breathing got very fast and short and his body contorted. This made me VERY hard. I kept at it till I suddenly felt my sap rising. Quick to take the opportunity, I hopped off him, put my dick in his face, and jerked off till I was shooting on his mouth. He quickly took my dickhead into his throat and I unloaded my second dose into him. When I pulled out I was still cumming a little, and I just thwacked my rubbery tool against his nipple and watched the last bits of jizz splatter on him. "All RIGHT!" I bellowed, slapping his belly. "Holy shit, you were just made for sex, weren't you?" He nodded. We relaxed as he stroked the hair on my back. I looked into his face; the absurd mask was all askew but still covering his eyes. I really wanted to take it off, and reached up. "Should we take this off now?" I asked. "You can if you want to," he said. "It's all twisted," I said, arranging it more nicely on his handsome head. "Oh yeah," he said, "things are definitely twisted over here." A pause. "Well you could come back and you could see me without it then." I decided in the end to leave it on... I am sort of kicking myself for this now, as I am now extremely curious to see what his eyes looked like. But somehow it seemed like taking it off would change the experience. We talked a little about my plans for the evening. "I'm probably just going to eat something and go to sleep," he said. "I'm exhausted." I got up and started dressing. "Well, make sure you eat something healthy," I said. "Not just Sugar Pops and honey." "Yes, Dad," he said, laughing. (I secretly like being called Dad, but only after I've done something particularly dadlike). He shook his head, still chuckling, and muttering to himself, "Sugar Pops and honey!" Fully dressed, I went back for one last swipe at his perfect form. I slapped his buttock. "This is the finest ass in New York City," I declared with authority in my voice. "And I know. I've been around. I'm a connoisseur." He beamed behind his ludicrous mask. "Now you're free!" I said, about to take my leave. "That's the scary part," he said. "Being too free." I am not sure what this enigmatic utterance meant. But I leaned over him, kissed him one last time, and whispered in his ear, "Now, do you even remember which one I am?" He said he did, and said my screen name. One last kiss and I was out the door. I had been there for almost two hours. My legs and ass were sore from all that humping. My dick was sore from all that stimulation. But I felt light as a feather inside... what an amazing gift the male form is. Will I get with him again? I guess we'll have to wait and see... God, I love fucking men. More...

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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I flooded the sweet tattooed body of a horny little bottom with my hot thick seed. Someone up there must like me-- just as I was whining about never getting to fuck little guys, I am magically sent two guys under 5'9 to take my raw dick in their body all the way up to my hairy nuts. This guy hit me up on Scruff, a site I haven't had tons of luck with; he wasn't all that cute really-- rather nerdy and weasely, not in the way I typically like-- but he quickly sent me a bunch of pictures of a tight little body with a really nice mini-manly shape. I told him right away I was looking to fuck raw, and he didn't bat an eye; his profile had more words than usual on there but he was very no-nonsense and just seemed very into sex and just wanted to get plowed by a dick like mine, which he made all the right noises in praise of. He did Just Need To Take A Shower and said he couldn't come over for an hour or so, but I was starving and had just started dinner anyway. I told him it would be cool as long as he was for real and no longer in shopping mode. He assured me he wasn't, and right on time he reappeared asking for my apartment number, cleaned up and ready to have the stuffing dicked out of him. He was here about five minutes early, looking a liiiiittle cuter and a liiiiitle less weasely than his picture-- his presence in my apartment ready to take my tool however I wanted to give it might have been affecting my judgment-- so I was happy. We got right down to it. He was a rather sloppy, tonguey kisser, but I didn't care, because his little body was working its magic on the erectile tissue in my penis. I just can't tell you how much I like running my hands over a hard little body that is yearning to get stuffed with my meat. His nipples were thick, fleshy, rubbery, and long, and flicking them made his knees visibly buckle and instantly all sense clearly fled his head, to be replaced with stupid pleasure. He was running his hand over my groin and when my dick was hard he shook and sighed. This is the kind of bottom I needed tonight. I wish all bottoms were like this. He dropped to his knees and stuffed my fat dickhead in his mouth. He was genuinely just too small for me, really; he was 5'6 and 135 pounds or so, and could barely fit my fat choad in his little mouth without it hitting his teeth. But his saliva had just the right viscosity and it made my dick get hard as marble. He fell back on the bed and took a gigantic hit of poppers, and then laid down sideways, looking up at my hairy bigness, and looked like he was positioning himself to get his throat fucked at the edge of the bed. But I had to get on top of him and pin him down with my body weight and feel his skin against mine. With one hand I was able to push him back on the bed and spin him around so his legs were facing me; he seemed to delight in being manhandled and pulled his legs back and grinned at me as I flopped him around like a rag doll. And I slowly lowered my body down on his, and he felt soft as silk against me. As I was positioning myself over him I ran my dick through his pubic hair, which was light and fluffy, nor coarse or hard at all, and made the tip of my dick thrill with its tickling texture. Things had barely started and I was having the time of my life. He was incredibly responsive, whether being touched, having his neck bit, his nips flicked, his hips grabbed and pulled up against mine, or even feeling my dick sliding up along his belly, oozing precum. When I touched his asshole and ran my finger around it, simultaneously twisting his nipple with my other hand, he was in heaven. "We have to do this again," he said, even though we hadn't even yet finished it the first time. This is one guy I will happily fuck over and over. I laid on my back a little and let him clamber up between my thighs and service me. Honestly my dick looked gigantic next to his smallness; I love that. He grasped it with small hands and tried to stuff it all into his mouth, managing to take me down to the hairy root, but just barely; I felt it pressing against the back of his throat with a strong pressure, but he never gagged. His little ass was fuzzy and very nice down there, and I thought about eating him out. But he reared up and begged me to fuck him. So I fucked him. He couldn't take me with spit so I lubed up generously and forced myself in with one hard push. And for about a half an hour he was on his back, staring up at me as I pummeled the living daylights out of him. That's all I can say. Just intense animal fucking. He closed his eyes but I told him to look at me, and he stared into my eyes while I deep-dicked him till we were both dizzy with pleasure. I tried hooking his knees over my elbows and fucking up into him hard and deep, but it was too much that way; he sheepishly said it was too deep. So instead I arranged him flat, pinning his legs back, lowering my full bulk on him, putting my forehead on his, and drilling into him with full hip thrusts, but keeping our bodies close. He yelped and wrapped himself around me tight and we shared the most intense, connected fuck I've had in months. "You are such a good top," he kept saying. "Oh God you're a good top." And I think I am. But only with a good bottom, of course. At one point, when I was pushing my body against his particularly hard, sweating on him, bearing down on him particularly intensely with my bone sliding in and out of him, he seemed to hyperventilate, grabbing at me wildly and holding me tight. I wondered if I was going to actually fuck the cum right out of his nuts-- something I haven't managed to do to a guy in years. But he just kept whimpering and holding me. When I lifted myself up with my arms again, he went for his dick, and masturbated furiously. "Cum in me," he said, "I'm going to cum, cum in me." I grinned and whaled away at him until I was unloading, hard. And I felt him tense up inside all around my spurting tool, and he shot all over himself too. I didn't quite knock an orgasm out of him, but we did get to enjoy the pleasure of cumming at the same time. He'd asked for me to pull out and let him suck the last drops of cum out of my dick after I shot in him. But just before I did pull out, I looked him in the eye, smirked a bit, and said, "Has that desire left you?" I know how guys are after they cum. But he said, "Put it in my mouth," and I did, and he sucked a little. He didn't quite clean me off, but it was a nice gesture. For a long time we talked about the neighborhood, our jobs, a degree program he was currently enrolled in. While we talked I couldn't resist constantly stroking his lightly hairy, taut little belly, exposed there between narrow hip bones. He was very fun to touch. Eventually it got late and I had to get back to my work. He got dressed and I kissed him goodbye. Part of me wonders if he will be back... typically, now that I've found someone I could easily fuck over and over, he seemed a little distant from *me*, vaguely uh-huh-ing when I suggested he keep in touch. We'll see. But man I needed to cum in a guy like that! I fuckin love to fuck. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Sometimes I can’t find a top to save my life, and sometimes finding multiple loads for my ass is easy as pie. Cream pie, that is. Yesterday was one of the easy days. After chatting with a piggy ex of mine all day, I was completely horny. And it was my night off from the gym so… It was whore time. I jumped online as soon as I got home, and instantly found a semi-regular fuck bud. “Wanna cum breed me?” I asked. “I do,” he replied. He arrived about 40 minutes later— my Italian stud. He’s muscular, pierced pig nips, and a 7” cock that loves to fuck. He’s all top and loves to breed while dirty talking. I sucked him a little, but then it was all fucking. I told him about my recent exploits and he told me about his. We also talked about getting me in his dungeon sling and have his uncut buddy John take a turn on my hole too. I worked his nips hard and he flooded my ass with a 5-day load. We agreed after that we would definitely make the sling thing happen. He also told me to go get a few more loads! I did. I got back online and was hit up soon afterward by another fuckbud I mine. A 24 year old cub, who is partnered yet secretly fucks around bb on the side. He’s cute, has a thick 7” cock, and he lives not far from me. He likes to stop on his way home. Such an innocent looking lad— with the heart of a true pig. I sucked him, he sucked me, then he rimmed me (and I was worried he would taste Italian cum!). I wasn’t sure how he’d react to “sloppy seconds” so I didn’t tell him. He discovered it soon enough. We start fucking and this kid is like a sewing machine. Just fucks the snot out of me. In this case, the italian’s cocksnot, as I can tell my hole is getting a bit cumsloppy. Midway through he’s holding my legs in the air and watching his cock slide in and out of my hole. Then he pulls out, looks at me and says “Do you have a load in there already?” “Yeah, I do. Is that ok?” He closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure, and immediately shoved back in and went to town. He likes to fuck while staring into my eyes. And I stare back and start talking: “You like fucking a cummy hole, don’t you? Feeling that other dude’s jizz slicking up your dick? Pushing his DNA around my hole? Fucking a cumslut bottom and adding your swimmers?” He just pants hard and nods yes to every question. Then, when he gets close, his brow knits and he looks almost like he’s sorry for what he’s about to do. Or guilty. Then he dumps his load and his cock twitches like mad as he shoots squirt after squirt (as only 20-something’s can do). I got him cleaned up and on the way home to his husband. The third load came courtesy of this nasty pig fucker that I have over on occasion. This guy is NOT really my type at all, really. He is older, but not attractive. And mostly he’s all about eating ass. That’s what he loves. But he will too, even if he isn’t very good at it. Which is a shame since he has like 8 inches. It’s a thin 8 incher, except for a huge mushroom head. Really huge head. Completely disproportionate with the thickness of his cock. It’s like getting fucked with a carmel apple. I only invite him over when I’m super horny. And he only likes to cum over when I have cum in my hole to felch out. I had two big loads, so he headed over, with the promise that his load would end up in me too. When he arrived, we got right to business. I lay on my back and spread my ass— and he dove in tongue first. I will say, the fucker eats incredible hole. His tongue snakes in and works magic. And he sucks and nibbles and just works the hell out of a pucker trying to get that load out. I had enough cum down there that he was in heaven. Eventually I begged for his load. So he had me get on all fours while he kept eating my hole. He simultaneously lubed his cockroach get it ready. “You ready, slut?” He asks. “Fuck yeah, daddy. Breed my hole!” He quickly got up behind me and forces his cock into me. That mushroom head takes some pushing, but I was so used at this point, it popped in (and felt incredible!) He bottoms out quickly and then starts pumping me. His massive knob scrubs my prostate and feels awesome. Unfortunately he only lasts about 2 minutes before he tells me he’s gonna load me up. I feel his massive head swell in me and start pulsing. I milk him until he’s spent, then he fucks me slow, churning the loads. When he’s ready, he pulls out fast with a loud “plorp”, and immediately dives down to lap up all the cum that his massive head has dragged out of me. I will say that is pretty hot. He continues to tongue fuck me while I jack out my load. All in all, an awesome night. I live it when finding loads takes no work! More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here There is a thrill for every fisting top as he enters a new fisthole. I like to feel my way around the asslips first, and caress the tender meat found there. A well-used hole, like a beautiful flower responding to a blaze of sunlight, opens up and simply swallows a top's probing fingers. A new tight ass is something different, more of a mystery, I'd say. We can make a tight ass open up much to the pleasure of the hosting bottom, but it takes work and patience. A dedicated receptive bottom not only works with his top, but actually takes the lead. Last night's session with a new fisthole was gradual, and challenging requiring concentration, but in the end, it was a very satisfying success. After a long while of holding my fist in place while my fingers danced in his hole...I commanded him to take a long hit of poppers...then a deep breath...and my right wrist finally slipped completely in. I love fisting a big man. No, wait...I love fisting a big man with a big hole. A big, experienced, well-used hole I can swirl my hands with a bit of artistic flourish while deep in his ass. A pocket bottom is a different story. While a pocket bottom - and happily they come in all colors - is a delight to fuck...you can do all kinds of great things like flip them around, and toss 'em like a salad....he has to be fisted differently. He's best in a sling. He's good on a ledge or the edge of a bed, though the top will have to crouch down or kneel on the floor...that's OK...but flat on the bed requires some adjustment. Now, I'm a shorty, too...5-6 they tell me...so we fisted on a flat bed whilst I lay on my back, too, but crossways against the bottom so he could place his legs on my chest or belly, that made it comfortable for him and accessible to me. Too bad, my fist wasn't all that comfortable, though. After a prolonged period where we got him comfortable by keeping my fist in place while my fingers did their magical probing, I sensed that his tight ass was getting even tighter...a veritable clamp around my fist, like a vise applying enough pressure that my wrist started to ache. That's some tight ass, but like I said, we eventually got the hand in as far as the wrist. That was as far as we were gonna get that night. By then it was getting hard for me to ignore my discomfort, and it's not my style to bark out commands, Nazi-style. The bottom was eagerly wanking himself, so I asked him, his being new, if he could cum that way and he said yes, so I say, go ahead and cum...which he did. My current niche as a fisttop seems to be breaking in newbies or guys who want to explore their limits through a gentle hand. I'm looking forward to taking this dude to the next step. And any other interested dude out there, for that matter. I'm getting to love that tight ass that makes me Cry Uncle. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I fucked the sweet little body of a very cute white Latino guy who has been chasing me for years on a variety of hookup sites and apps, but who I always thought was just full of shit. He would routinely hit me up, demand to know if I was horny and in the city (he lives on the Upper East Side), and then when I'd say I'd come by if he let me fuck him skin-on-skin, he'd often say yes but then scamper away, not to be heard from again for several months, whereupon exactly the same thing would happen again. This morning, after giving up on another guy who claimed to be all-too-eager to get fucked by my big hairy body and take my load, but who mysteriously would never be free until "three hours from now"... then being hit up by someone in my neighborhood on Grindr with no public picture who (1) sent very hot ones of himself unbidden, (2) proclaimed mine hot when I replied, (3) asked if I wanted a blowjob, then (4) immediately blocked me when I said yes... I finally decided to give the Little Latino his final chance. He immediately responded saying I could come up any time. I didn't mention raw this time, figuring maybe he's one of those guys who needs to pretend it's not happening to make it happen, and ran up to his place, wondering how this would go. Well, it went great. When I got off the elevator he was right there in his doorway, just beside the elevator, and turning to see him standing there looking at me startled me. But he was extremely cute in a tight t shirt and baggy jeans. I know he was short-- profile said 5'8-- but he seemed smaller to me, but had a cute manly face and an obviously tight little torso that made my balls jump up against my body with an immediate desire to cum inside it. He was chatty and friendly while I took a quick piss, saying he was hung over and had to go to some art show later. When I came out we made out-- he seemed very reluctant to do so at first but I know how to work around that, brushing my beard against his neck and gently rubbing his nipples through the shirt and cupping his sweet, firm little ass cheeks though his pants, and finally running my hand up his inner thigh slowly till I reached his crotch and grabbing there possessively just as I dove in again for another kiss. From then on he was mine and let me suck his lips and slide my tongue along his, eagerly meeting me halfway now. He had a scruffy little beard and teeth with small spaces between them that kept his face from being too, too cute-- he actually looked a lot like Justin Timberlake, just not so telegenically perfect. I pushed him to his knees and unzipped for him. My tool felt great in his mouth but as with the kissing he seemed vey tentative, barely sucking me past my glans. I like a lot of focus on my dickhead but this made me suddenly realize that I need maybe an inch and a half more inside to really make my fuckin dick sing. I began to wonder if he wasn't into me like I was into him. But there was no way I wasn't going to get everything I could out of this really cute little guy, so I just pushed my cock into his head fairly firmly and I felt it pop into his esophagus, a thrilling little bit of friction on the back ridge of my cockhead. He had a very small mouth. But he did not seem to mind me pushing in deep at all. He did his best to take me the way I wanted, pulling me out to grip me and admire my swollen hardness and sucking my balls, still only fairly fuzzy after my trim for the Fantastic Everlasting Cockgobbler a couple weeks ago down south. I noticed he'd pulled his own dick out, and it was a fucking monster-- at least an inch longer than mine and much thicker, with an obscenely fleshy, gorgeously-formed head and open cumhole. On his little body, this man-sized penis looked like something from another fucking planet. I get to get him horizontal. I was now kicking myself for not having fucked this kid years ago. "Let's go to the bed," I said, and he flitted over, pulled off all his clothes, and laid back for me, with that monster schlong laying against his taut little belly like a symbiotic alien. I foolishly wore some tight, very nonelastic argyle socks that I had a hard time pulling off, an I felt ridiculous naked in the middle of the room bent over wrestling with them as he watched. But finally I was totally naked too and on top of him and grinding and oozing like a motherfucker. It seemed like his slightly curly hair was full of some kind of fruity leave-in conditioner, oily to my touch. But I didn't care. His little body wrapped around mine and we were sucking face and humping our groins together and I could have just done that all goddamn day. I loved kissing his mouth. God I love cute guys. Especially when I'm on top of them. Eventually I had to eat that little ass. I flipped him and pulled him to the edge of the bed. All the body hair he had was clearly concentrated on his asshole. It was a surprising thicket on the smooth plain of his body. Not really my favorite thing. But he had tight firm little cheeks there atop his slender legs and I ate and ate, pulling his dick down so I could suck that big fat head some, too. He was stock-still and stone silent during all this. His dick was no longer hard. He seemed to just be enduring it. How frustrating! I like rimming a responsive guy. But I decided today was about me and he'd just have to let me have what I wanted. His dick got plenty hard again after I sucked his dickhead some more. I flipped him in his back again and he began furiously jerking. Either he'd liked it more than he let on or he wanted to cum really fast and be done. I pushed his hand away and lowered my body, which felt gargantuan next to his, over him with my full weight, and he reached down instead for MY dick, which I'd snaked down between those firm little glutes. I fucked his hand some and then he was clearly pressing the end of my tool against his hole hungrily. It was time to fuck him right. I reared up and he pulled his legs back and showed me my target. I fingered it and it was tight as a fist. I slicked myself up with spit and aimed and pushed much harder than I thought that little guy could take. He just grimaced and pushed back and suddenly my nuts were resting in his ass hair. I could have cum instantly, he was so warm and velvety inside. "Cum on my chest, OK?" he asked, and I kissed him and promised I wouldn't cum inside him. I am too nice. All I wanted was to flood him with it, leave him soaked inside and out. But I am a man of my word with superior control. I had to fuck him very slowly, opting for depth and close body contact over that delicious full-barrel slide with every inch of my tool, because I had not unloaded since I got Ultra Meat to take me raw on Tuesday. He clearly enjoyed my fight against cumming in him, my obvious pleasure in penetrating his body; he kept asking me how I liked him. I liked him a lot. Too much, even! I just could hold back. I'd been inside him maybe five minutes and I knew I couldn't last. "Oh baby you feel so fuckin GOOD on my dick," I choked, as I pulled out my fuckstick and began plastering the tight little body that got me hard in the first place with my foul, manly emission. It was a huge sticky load and it kept coming and coming. He aligned himself beside me as more globs of come dripped on him-- he hustled over to me sideways so I would get them all on his body-- and fisted his huge tool hard with his legs pressed closely together and his feet twisting in different directions. "I am going to cum!" he announced in his cute accent, letting fly a few thick globs. I smiled into his relaxed happy face and kissed him again. "I've got to clean this up," he said, looking at all my beautiful cum with a kind of dismay. He hopped up and ran to the bathroom and turned on the tub. Pulling on my clothes, I called out to him asking about the art show. "How did you know??" he asked with amazement. Am I the only one who listens? I know I didn't fuck his brains out! I reminded him that he told me already and he laughed and said he was out of it from drinking too much the night before. We chatted a little more amiably but I knew I had to get out. So I did, with one last peck (he had held out his hand rather theatrically to shake, but I wanted another kiss). I *never* get to fuck guys like this-- small, cute, non-kinky, sensual, happily bottom. I have a steady stream of 6'3 guys with foot fetishes wanting me to piss inside them hitting me up. But seems like all the guys under 5'10 are tops. So this was a real treat for me. I hope I hear from him again sometime, when my nuts aren't swollen with undischarged cum, and I can fuck him properly. More...

Click here to see original blog post on Diary of a Cumslut... So at this point, it's safe to say I'm a Park Whore. I lubed up my hole with lube and some of my own cum I've been saving up, put on my fuck-me jeans which are jeans with the ass cut out, and went to the park to cruise for cocks. As I was getting out of my car, I apparently caught the attention of an older horny guy who followed me back into the trails. I went into the brush a bit and he followed me, so i stopped and he walked up to me and immediately put his hands on my exposed ass and began to slide his fingers into me. "Mmmm nice, slut. I followed you when I saw you get out of your car." "Glad you did", I said, as I grabbed his cock. I guess the area was too exposed for him so we went to another, more secluded area of the park. We got there and he immediately turned me around and began probing my ass with his fingers. I just grabbed the tree infront of me and bent over. I heard him unzip as he pressed more and more fingers into me until he was at four. I LOVE getting my hole stretched and it felt really good. His fingers left me and he quickly replaced his fingers with his hard dick. At first I was a little surprised that there was no talk of condoms, then reality hit me. I'm walking around a gay cruising area with the ass of my pants cut out and my hole is dripping cum and lube. I guess it was obvious what I'm all about. How many guys walk around public areas with their cum dripping asshole exposed and don't expect guys to just shove their raw cocks inside them? Exactly. I bent over the tree and closed my eyes as this old stranger began to pump away at my butt. Totally enjoying my hole for his pleasure. He didn't last long, maybe a minute, until he blurted out, "oh my god, i'm going to cum!". I reached back with one hand, grabbed his leg, and pulled him closer to me. "Fuck yeah dude, breed me!", I insisted. He did just what I asked, he filled my hole with sperm! He pulled out, zipped up, and disappeared back down the trail. About 5 minutes later another hot daddy type passed by me. I turned around and flashed him my hole and he walked about ten feet past me and stopped. That's my cue. I walked up to him and said "Hi", then grabbed my crotch. He walked toward me, taking his cock out, and his fingers immediately went to my ass. Feeling the warm mess that was my ass he immediately moaned. That always makes me so horny when I'm shopping my ass around and a guy sticks his fingers in me and realizes that my hole is full of sperm and given the location, it's a pretty safe bet that my hole was filled with sperm from a stranger just a short while ago. It also usually weeds out the vanilla guys. I need a nasty fucker that's not opposed to mixing his dna with that of countless strangers before him. Anyway, it progressed as you would imagine, I sucked him for a short period then he pulled me up off of my knees and turned me around. I know what to do. I bent over, spread my cheek with one hand, grabbed his cock with my other, and guided my new stranger into me. He didn't waste time and began just slamming his cock into me as he held my hips. The noises were incredible as he piston-fucked my freshly fucked ass, sloshing and just making nasty sounds as he used the last guy's cum for lube. He fucked for about a minute also, then without a word, just came inside me. He held me there, in place, as he emptied the last bit of his ball juice deep inside me. When he pulled his dick out, cum spilled out of my ass and I heard it drop on the leaves below me. It was fucking hot. He also disappeared into the brush. I decided to go back to the little cove where the first guy fucked me and just bend over a branch and wait. I wasn't there more than 6 minutes until I heard the crinkling of leaves and breaking of sticks behind me. There was someone coming, but who? I decided to not even look back. Instead, I spread m ass WIDE open, showing my cum drenched hole to some stranger walking up behind me that I didn't even look at! Fuck yeah, just submitting my hole to the public like a total cumdump! "fuck yeah, boy.. ow many loads you have in there?", the stranger asked. Without even turning around to see the guy, I responded, "Three including my own, but I need more.". I heard the guy's belt unbuckling as his hands continued to explore my hole and my body. I know what's cumming next. As this guy was fucking me, I could hear another guy approaching. As my guy was fucking my raw ass, I felt another set of hands all over me. The guy didn't say a word, just played with my body as I let a stranger fuck me. I never looked back and the first guy unloaded into me and the next guy took his place and did the exact same thing! Only here's the best part, as the second guy was fucking my hole, he broke his silence and said, "Oh wow, I've fucked this hole before, I never forget a hole.". I still didn't look back. What's the point, I wouldn't recognize him anyway. So I guess now I'm the Park Whore, giving repeat breedings to strange men in the bushes. Today I pleased 4 strangers. I let 4 totally anonymous men fuck my ass bareback, without a rubber, and cum inside me. Two of the guys I never even saw! I love being a "sure thing" for men. There's no questions, no games. I provide a warm, smooth, lubed up hole for men to fuck and deposit their loads inside. It's such an honor to me that they want to put their cum inside me. I'm such a desperate, willing hole and when a man let's me have his sperm, it's the ultimate turn on. I love that I'm so exposed, out in the open, and that strange men just walk right up to me, don't ever ask any questions, and just breed my ass. What a fucking fag I am, bent over in a public park, milking sperm out of cocks. Now I'm sitting at my computer, ass hole leaking fresh sperm and what am I doing? I'm advertising my cum-fucked hole all over the internet, giving my address out to complete strangers over the internet and just waiting for more men to come over and breed me. I can never get enough sperm. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today was finally the day! You know what I'm talking about, loyal readers. You know who I stuck my bare, throbbing, oozing, meaty, triumphant dick in today. And it was not a disappointment. I've been back from my hometown for a week, and my nephews are already acting up again. The little bit of structure I set up in their home broke down pretty quickly. To top it off, late on Friday night, I heard my mother was in the hospital. I'm so sleep-deprived I can barely sit up. I had to take today off to yell at my nephews, check on my mom, run an emergency errand for my partner, and try to take a nap to make up on sleep. A big cocksucking bear who lives way uptown and has flaked on me at least twice hit me up just as I finished the errand, saying he could come later in the afternoon and drain my nuts, which I only now realize have been stocking up on fucknectar since Tuesday, almost a whole week. I was happy to have this dropped in my lap-- I was so tired there was no way I would cruise today, but as soon as he asked me if I wanted it, I did. He's a little big/bearish for me, but has a great beard, wide shoulders, and a really manly face, so I said yes, imagining I'd just lay back and be serviced and fall asleep. My nephews were much better on the phone today, seeming to suddenly be waking up. My mom is improving. My sister is calming down. My boss was understanding. My swollen nuts were going to get some relief. What could be better? Well, he flaked again, the fucker, asking if we could reschedule. He'd already kept me waiting all afternoon. I told him we should just move on maybe. He cursed his "bad luck," the nutjob. I cursed my own lack of GOOD luck. When who should ping my cell but: Ultra Meat. I would have loved another notch on my belt, and felt ambivalent about our last get-together, but Flake Bear riled up my nuts enough for me not to have any qualm about having Ultra Meat over to drain me. I told him I was tired, depressed, and cranky, but said if he was willing to work to cheer me up he could have all the dick he wanted. He wanted. So I waited. He showed up looking good as usual. He was a little subdued too, saying he was a little run down. We made out slowly and I felt his big, hard body, and that ridiculously big round ass through his sweat pants. "I can't believe you keep coming back to suck my dick," I said, between lipsmacks and tongue sucks. "Why?" he said. "Because you're fuckin beautiful," I said. "You can suck anybody's dick." More kissing, languid and sensual and bone-hardening. "But yours is the best," he said. "You're totally my type. I love thick..." smack... "older..." smack... "scruffy..." smack... "White guys!" And I'm nothing if not that. I pulled out my fat hard choad and fed it to him after pulling his shirt off his hard black body. His skin immediately was covered with goosebumps, which was oddly exciting to me. He worshiped my tool just as he always does, with expert suction, and I just crooned, "Hard as a fucking rock, man. You got me hard..." I drew out my length and slid it instead alongside his cheek and up past his eye; he slackened in ecstasy and felt my erection slither on his skin. "As a fuckin..." I moved it over the bridge of his nose to his other cheek and his neck went slack and his tongue ran out. "ROCK." And he took it back in his mouth. He was sitting indian-style on the floor, like a kid at story-time, eyes closed, shoulders tensed and rippling, and head back with mouth full of meat. I braced myself against the bathroom door, spread my legs, and slowly fucked my prick in and out of him. "This is how I will fuck your ass one day," I said. "Long straight strokes, all the way in... all the way out. I want you to feel me when I fuck you." And I demonstrated on his skull. He moaned and gulped. "SHIT," I said, illuminatingly after several silent thrusts. "I got to get this in my ass," he said, as he often does, meaning nothing. I slow-drilled his skull. It felt incredible. Finally, I ripped my sweater off and quickly pulled off my pants and hopped on the bed, saying, "I gotta lay back." He did what he does best. He is pure sex. He did the "You can't eat my ass, it's not clean" routine again. I still think this is a stalling tactic to keep him from getting so excited he lets me fuck him raw. And I was too tired to do much anyway. I was just enjoying being close to this beautiful beast who was hell-bent on making my dick feel good. At one point he went down to my feet and sucked my toes while I beat off. He was flat on the bed, sprawled on his stomach, showing off his ass at an angle so perfect he must have *calculated* it to be perfect, and ground against my bed, with his mouth full of my feet, licking the soles and everything. I'm not into my feet, but when someone like that is grinding into your mattress with your feet in his mouth, you're suddenly into it, and you beat yourself off like crazy with his viscous spit slathered all over your knob. Everything was pretty routine and I was happy about it. But at one point while I was lying on top of him, with my dick slid down between his meaty, enveloping buttocks so that the ridge on the back of my dickhead was rubbing tantalizingly over his hole, he said, much more convincingly than ever before, "I want your dick in me." I smiled indulgently and teased his hole some more, and fucked his dick with mine, and yadda yadda. But every time I came up for air, sitting up to hold my aching, horny meat and admire his perfectly-shaped musculature, he would hitch his hands up under his thighs, just above his knees, and pull them back and open wide. And every top knows what that means. It's an instant signal to the brain. I was gonna ride him raw. I actually teased him a bit, and considered not fucking him at all. He hadn't let me eat his ass, a major disappointment, and when I fingered him he felt incredibly tight. He at least wanted me to *think* he wasn't cleaned up for that activity. When he had cooed to me earlier that his ass was MY ass, I smirked and said, "You won't even let me eat it!" and he cut his eyes away sheepishly. Well, none of that now. He was on his back with his asshole exposed to me and thick thighs, muscled calves covered with tight athletic knee socks, torso covered with tattoos, was positioned for one thing: to take me. "I can wash up really quick," he said, "It will take a second." But I didn't fuck him. I made him wait a bit. And we did more sucking, 69, grinding, kissing, lying side be side, being intimate but possessed with lust. And finally he just ran to the bathroom, saying "I will be ten seconds," did some mysterious thing a bottom can do in ten seconds, and came back, and presented himself to me again. He was crazy tight. I began to deflate a little inside, if not outside. My dick is just too fat and blunt for really tight asses. I really didn't want to ruin a good thing with a failed fuck when I was tired and preoccupied. "It's dry," he said. Not everyone can take my dick with just our spit on it. I understand. Before I lubed up, which makes everything gooey and annoying, I teased him yet more, lying on top of him, telling him to wrap his legs around mine, sucking his lips, and feeling him grip my buttocks as I humped against his body. He was reduced to begging, which is the state I like him in anyway. He was saying my name over and over-- something he'd never done before-- and asking for my dick inside him. So I lubed up and pushed hard and I was in. He was VERY tight, too tight for me really. He was writhing like crazy, calling out my name, and I began to feel how powerful those huge legs of his really were, as he was practically pushing me off him while I was trying to drill into him. I gripped his ankles firmly, no-nonsense now, and pushed him back how I wanted him so his hole was at the perfect angle, the same angle that my penis makes with my body when it is so hard it is about to cum. And I thrust into him over and over, staring brutally into his face, which was twisted in some private emotion. He urgently recited my name over and over, and writhed with pleasure that looked like pain. Fucking was like wrestling a crazed alligator. But I kept at him. "This is what I wanted this is what I wanted this is what I wanted, oh " he kept saying. The best way I could get good access to his innards was to hook my elbows under his knees, pull him up high against me, and fuck up into him. He let go of his dick, and it was hard and oozing, and I thought, maybe I can fuck the cum right out of him! He seemed to be hinting at that. But I couldn't, and this position was very tiring with a guy his size. After a couple minutes of this, which felt much more athletic than sensual and was not quite what I was expecting, he seemed to want me out. I know how conflicted he is about my filthy, raw tool which services all bottoms in the tri-state area routinely, so I complied. "Let's beat off now!" he said, not meeting my gaze. "If you stay in there, I'll want you to cum inside." I fucked my own hand, really just wanting to keep my position on top of him and admire him. "Let me just stay close to you like this," I said, "I just want to feel you, you look so fucking good on your back underneath me." We put our dicks together and pushed our crotches together hard enough to bruise each other, making out the whole time. Just being so close to him, smelling his musk, feeling the intense sensual tenderness coiling out of that hulking, strong body, made me so hard. So, so hard. "Baby, please let me put it back inside. I promise I won't cum in you. I just want to feel you." He nodded. "Put it back in me baby." And we did a lot of baby baby baby but I slicked up good and put it back in him thinking I'd just hold him and feel his warmth and not wrestle or try to really fuck him, just savor the access. But now it was exactly right. He was relaxed. He didn't push me away. My dick was so hard and long and straight! My fuckin dick! And I drilled him with long straight deep determined strokes, just like I said I would when I was fucking his skull at the beginning. My white hard straight tool looked fanastic against his dark creamy skin; the penetration was highlighted, I was fucking the hell out of him with my fucking dick. I gripped the sides of his torso, down close to his hips, in a way good bottoms love to be held while they are being drilled. His eyes were closed, he was looking down at our intersection. "Look at me," I barked. "Look at me when I fuck you raw." He looked at me and my hips had a life of their own, giving him my whole body, taking his whole body, fucking him completely. "I knew you were a good fuck the minute I laid eyes on you," he managed to say lucidly while we were boning out brains out. He laughed and I rode him hard and tight. "I fuckin knew it!" So fuckin good. You *know* I wanted to plant my seed in him. But I knew it would ruin it for him-- it would make it for him, but it would also ruin it. This fuck turned out so awesome. I'd promised I wouldn't cum in him and it was feeling waaaaay too good, too slick, too velvety, too deep, too intense. So I pulled out. "I didn't cum in you, baby," I cooed. I laid down on top of him with all my weight on him, and my face nuzzling his neck. "Thank you for giving me your ass." He said incoherent baby baby things. And I felt my nads go liquid as I rubbed against his body, and it was time to finally cum. I don't know how I lasted as long as I did inside him, with a week's worth of sperm in my testicles. But it all sprayed out in two long jets across his torso and neck, bright white against his dark flesh. The rest of my cum landed in his pubes and on his legs. And he quickly came too. I worried he'd be freaked after this. He was a little quiet as he cleaned up, but not like last time (see the comments). I told him a little bit about what was bothering me and he made sympathetic noises. And then after a pause he looked at me and said, "You're poz, right?" He held a serious face for a minute but then laughed and said he was joking. I told him I had been truthful about my last test, even if it seemed fishy I'd just had it the same day he asked me about the medication he saw in my bathroom. "Well, my friend says there's some place in the Village where you can get fake papers saying your negative," he said, pulling on the rest of his clothes. "It would be really easy to fake the papers, just with a printer at home," I said, "but that would be pretty depraved. I really did happen to get tested that day we were together, and it really was negative." He told me he hoped he'd made me feel better, and I kissed him and stroked him a little to show him he had. And then he was off to work-- somehow he was going to teach aerobics after an hour in a sensual garden and a blinding orgasm with me. Now I have to fuck him a bunch more times so he doesn't think I'm a cad who throws guys away as soon as he gets what he wants from them! Ha. But.... maybe one day I will cum in him, after all! What a prize that would be. God, he's beautiful. I'll fuck him again. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... i left the door to my room open , got up into the sling in my private room at the Chicago Steamworks, slipped on a blindfold, sniffed some poppers....and waited. i was only wearing my jockstrap, reclining in the sling with my ass pointing toward the door... and knew that my spread open asscheeks would attract lots of attention. it was a crowded night and i had made eye contact with lots of horny men as i walked the halls and showed off my jockstrapped ass. all they needed to remember was how hot my smooth asscheeks looked in that jockstrap and they would know that they had found the ass they were looking for if they walked by my open door. i knew that because the sling faced the door and it's position gave a perfect view of my spread legs and jockstrapped ass spread open in the sling. all i had to do was lie back and relax and wait. and i didn't have to wait long. i felt the hand on my asscheek before i heard the stranger in the room. he sucked in air as a sign of his interest and pushed on both my cheeks with his hands. it wasn't long before he had both his thumbs on my wrinkled pucker as he probed and pulled my asslips open. before i knew it his face was pressed between my asscheeks as his probing tongue pushed my tight puckered rim open. my asshole gave little resistance as i snorted the poppers and reached down to pull my asscheeks apart. i was in a floating state of bliss as the stranger reamed out my hungry asshole with his slippery probing tongue. not too long into it the stranger at my spread ass stood and placed his fat cockhead against the now relaxed rim of my hole....and pushed inside. he slipped right based my slippery loosened ring and bottomed out in my guts pretty quickly...pushing me up into the air and now riding his slim 7 inch cock. he rode me deep, grinding his cock into the the tight warmth of my hole. i could tell he was horny as hell and soon he was rocking me back and forth in the sling on and off his cock. i pushed out the my asshole and clamped down on every thrust...giving his cock a milking sensation with my silky smooth fucksleeve. it was long before he was breathing heavy and grunting, as he rode his orgasm planted in my hole. he seeded me deep...and kept mumbling and grunting throughout his load. soon he was finished and he slowly pulled his slippery cock out of my well-seeded man-cunt. he must have planted his load deep because none of it came out with this cock. i reached down and started fingering my pussy...while he stepped back and silently left the room. i hadn't realized it but there was a second stranger in the room and he immediately replaced horny top #1. in one smooth motion he speared my spread asshole and eased a fat 6 inch cock into my loosened hole. his cock was much fatter, but my ass opened up nicely for him as i sniffed the poppers and pulled my cheeks open. his cock was much thicker at the base and i felt a spike of pain/pleasure when he aggressively stabbed his fat cock all the way into my hole. i knew that this wasn't going to be a long passionate fucking....because he was after his nutt and my asshole was going to be the cause of it. he started humping my spread ass...grabbing the sling chains and pulling my ass back onto his plunging cock. he fucked me for a good 15 minutes that way...at one point jackhammering my hole mercilessly. he was silent throughout...until the moment his pending nutt was triggered...and then he screamed "oh shit...take my load!". my ass gripped down instinctively as i felt a flood of spunk unleashed in my guts. because his cock wasn't as long, and because he erupted a huge load in my hole...he spunk came leaking out from around his cock and started splatting loudly on the floor....load #2 buried deep in my warm guts within 30 minutes...and i was only just warming up! i would spend the next 2 hours taking cock after cock and ended up with 9 loads planted deep in my ass. more of that story soon... . More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here It has been a while. I thought maybe the last encounter months ago scared him off. I could see why it might. I hadn't even heard from him. Guilt had gotten the best of him, I assumed. Possibly not, as he contacted me again wanting to stop over. He didn't say for what. This time, I'm assuming he was leaving things a bit more open as opposed to me just going down and sucking his cock off. In my mind, sucking was less appealing than what we had done last time. As it turns out, the appointed time got interrupted with me on an extended conference call. It was to have finished well before he arrived, but I was still on it. He sat patiently for me, as I listened and talked. He rubbed his crotch, I did the same to mine. Eventually, I pulled my cock out and it was getting hard. He went down on it. I know this is not my norm, but it was a good indicator of what went on last time, minus the work call. It got to the point I dropped my pants. Like last time, his tongue and mouth went lower. Under. Behind. And in. Sure, he'd go back to my cock, but more often than not, we went back to my hole. His one visible eye looking up at me - to see if he was getting a reaction. He was, albeit maybe a slightly exaggerated one. He was enthusiastic, but not exceptionally skilled. I eventually got off the call and we could be more verbal. I'd hold his mouth down under my nuts and he knew what to do. But eventually he sat in the other chair and goes, "my turn". While the man is very average looking (at best), his cock his 7", curved, thick and had a good sized head on it. I do like sucking it. I've done it about a half dozen times now. Like last time, without words, he attempted to ease into me from a kneeling position while I was at the edge of the chair. Unlike last time, the angle was all off for one, or both, of us and it didn't work. He requested I get on my back on the desk. I complied. This guy needed lube. Spit wasn't going to do it for him. Like I said, he had a big head on this cock and you could truly feel it pushing into my hole. I'm sure my eyes widened and he saw that and hesitated for a moment before continuing. But with a nod of my head, silently affirming I wanted more, he was all to happy to continue insertion. Slow and steady till he bottomed out. I sighed. He's a man with little finesse. I'm guessing this is how is wife gets fucked.....or used to when she probably put out. I'm all for a selfish guy in bed, but he still should be good at what he does. But he was feeling good, I assume. He liked my ass. It's not like he was horrible at fucking, but his need was one-sided, but you have to expect that as a bottom most of the time. I'm good with that - sometimes I am GREAT with that. The fuck was not a long one - less than 10 minutes. But if you've been in the position I was in, on my back, looking into the face of a fucker, you know the look. Some are amateurs at hiding their state - they'd probably be good to play poker against. But I knew where he was in the process. He knew too, obviously. He looks at me, in a semi-pathetic way. Part is trying to hold back. Part is trying to ask permission to finish. Part is trying to complete without permission. The way I want him to, the way he wants to - but he's still unsure of the territory; the environment. "Can I........?" he trails off. I nod. That's all it takes. Blast off. His load. My ass. Job complete. He slips into his pants and leaves. It will be months before I hear from him again. If ever. More...

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Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... A sexy as fuck, cumdump fuckbuddy of mine(athleticguy310) was whoring himself out tonight at a motel in Hollywood, I texted him and got the room number and headed over. There was a guy there getting his dick sucked, I undressed and started to eat out the boy's sweet cumfilled hole, the top fucked him for a bit, then I fucked him. The top was close and he fucked him and bred him, another top showed him and was face fucking him while I used his ass, instantly my dick was covered in the cum of anon men that had come by and bred his fuck hole. Another top showed up, a very sexy black guy, he and I tagged the bottom boy while the white top fucked his face. The black top shot a load deep inside of him, and I jumped right in after that, his hole even wetter and hotter with a freshly deposited load of cum in his cunt. I plowed him, pinning him down, and held onto his amazing perky ass, while my dick slid effortlessly in and out of his used fuck hole, seriously, I can't get enough of his hole, and I fuck him whenever I can. Soon, my nut got that amazing feeling where you are close, and i pounded harder, i thought about prolonging it, pulling out, but my nuts needed to fire off a load of cum, so i kept nailing him, using his amazing ass, until i was firing off a huge load of semen in his guts. I grunted, and I heard grunts of approval from the two tops, I pulled out and left everyone to have their fun. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight I shot my wad inside a verrrry hot 24-year-old Quebecois kid, but overall it was kind of a drag. I saw him on Scruff earlier in the day, somewhere very nearby, but decided he was Out Of My League And He Knew It. I really wanted to fuck a good hairy bottom today-- I wanted a long sweaty intense athletic fuck. He was the *kind* of guy I wanted to plow-- cute but a little brutish-looking, hairy, meaty, black hair, dark skin-- but he was 6' tall (a bit over my height limit) and as I said, somehow even just in a self-picture in a bathroom mirror, he seemed rather full of himself. By the end of the day, as tumbleweeds blew by on my regular hookup sites and I had nothing line up, I decided to just tell him, "You Quebec dudes are so freakin hot. What is in the water up there??" He said "You New York guys aren't bad either," which I realize now is not the same as saying he thought *I* was attractive. But we quickly ascertained that he was only a couple of blocks from me and wanted to take raw dick. He just Needed To Take A Shower For Thirty Minutes (something I still typically take as a stalling tactic; I've had two guys flake out on me with that statement recently). But then 5 minutes later he texted again, saying "Your pictures just gave me a hard-on. Leave now." He told me he wanted to do the leave-the-door-unlocked-lay-on-the-bed-in-a-jockstrap thing, which I find tedious, but his ass was fantastic, and he wanted me to start by rimming him in this position. I could have rimmed him all night, from the look of the pictures he showed me, so I was happy to oblige-- at least he didn't expect me to walk in the room with a hot-red poker in my pants and plow him instantly, like some guys. I love to eat ass. I was there in like two minutes. The door was slightly ajar and loud, cheesy dance music was playing. The lights were low. He was positioned as advertised, and looked absolutely, utterly fantastic, better than I expected. I kneaded his round, very fuzzy buttocks for a good long time, also stroking his leg muscles and just admiring how fantastic he looked before running my tongue lightly over his crack and then biting firmly into the plump flesh. He was very responsive and hitched his legs around my body-- a feeling I love when my face is buried in a hot dude's hindquarters. I was getting very into it, swelling in my pants, and decided to take my time with it-- he was clearly enjoying himself. After a while I had to rip off that ridiculous jockstrap so I could feel him totally naked in my hands; his dick was short but fat and hard as steel. His body hair was rough and very exciting. I hitched his hips up with my hands and pulled him to my face and ate the fuck out of him. I sucked his balls and licked his dick a little, too. But then he started whining about wanting my dick. He started fidgeting. He reached for poppers. I stood up, ripped my clothes off like a Chippendale Dancer, and waved my bloated choad in his face, thick and shapely but not turgid yet. He wouldn't get on his knees for me, but instead sat on the edge of the bed, huffed deeply at his little bottle, and took me into his mouth from an extremely awkard bent-over position which made me have to stand on my tiptoes to get my dick in his mouth at a good friction-producing angle, because he was taller than me. And he gave that rapid-fire chickenhead head that I can't believe anyone likes. It went a little downhill from there. He kissed hard but stiff, and then stopped all together. He jerked me painfully roughly. Halfway through the festivities he had to go to the bathroom to take a piss. I was stroking myself the whole time he was gone with some thick goopy lube he had, and felt myself getting thicker and thicker and longer and longer, but I was in that weird not-rigid-but-gonna-cum state I sometimes find myself in when with a hot guy who doesn't kiss well or know how to suck my dick but loves having his ass eaten. When he came back he got on all fours on the bed and I slipped some fingers into his hole-- he greedily took them and I rubbed his prostate a bit while he moaned and moaned. This really made my dick hard-- I love a guy who responds to that, and it's beautiful to see my fingers disappear into a beauty of a rear like that. I figured it was now or never; I just had to put my dick in and cum in him in case he started fidgeting again and made me lose it. I pushed in up to the balls in one hard shove, and pushed his head down into the pillows with one hand and pulled his hipbone up back into me with the other, plowing into him roughly, feeling my tool sliding in and out of his hot wet insides. He definitely liked the roughhousing, so I gave him some more, grabbing his lats and pushing his body down into me on my cock's upstroke into him, and then bearing down on him from a pistoning derrick position with all my weight transmitted through my arms onto his shoulders. And I reached around his inner thighs and gripped him there with both hands, drilling into him without mercy like a gorilla. There is something absolutely primal about feeling a guy's inner thighs, straining and taut and full of delicious tendons and hairy flesh, inches away from your own swinging balls; something about the thrusting, the position of your hands, the strain on your own haunches, the fulcrum of the forces balancing right at the center of your own fat dick, makes you want to shoot instantly. Realizing this guy was never going to go for the kind of buildup I needed to really fuck him properly and enjoy it, I decided to just let go and inseminate him from this animalistic pose, and I did, throwing in some grunts and the shouts of release for good measure. He was whimpering and saying porny things like "fuck that ass," always an original. After I unloaded I decided to just keep pummeling him because he was into it-- at least one of us should get something more out of this, I guess! He was beating off at this point and I finally laughed and told him I'd already cum. This made him beat off harder, and so I thrust against him harder; it was really more a kind of physical attack than sex at this point. But it made him shoot on the towel he'd positioned beneath him. I pulled out and went to wash off; he had instantly gone to his phone and computer.... ugh. But I stayed chipper, having at least gotten my rocks off and inside a hot guy to boot, and asked him how his visit was, how he likes New York, telling him about my trips to Montreal, all that. He was being very friendly but still a little self-congratulatory, showing me all the cards he had collected on his visit and saying, when I told him I'd cum faster than I wanted because he got me too turned on, that he knows he has "a cute face and a hot ass, what can I say." It's true, of course, but eh. I decided to pile it on, because he really was a beauty; I reached down for his waist and turned him to the side a bit-- he was in that fucking jockstrap again-- and just admired his furry curves back there, cupping them with my hands. "Your pictures do NOT do this justice," I said; I don't think bottoms know exactly how to pose their asses to attract tops, as the zillion asshole closeups out there attest to. "They don't?" he asked, a little panicked. I said, "They do not," and smacked his assmeat. "Maybe you should take some, then," he said, and I said, "Sure, I'll take some ass shots for you." He seemed happy about this, and went into the bathroom to pose against the wall. This is not actually how he should have done it-- the ideal pic would have been him on the bed with his legs spread, his ass flexed naturally, and his torso held up just so. But this was OK. "Let me art-direct you a little," I said, tossing some crumpled towels out of the way, and he quickly said, "I am an artist too!" "Well I'm not an artist myself," I corrected, "just a connoisseur of ass. Spread your legs a little, please." I got off one shot, but the bathroom was too narrow, and there was a fisheye effect that did not show off his proportions well; his ass looked distorted, his waist thicker, and his legs spindlier than they really are. "Bend your knees a little more," I barked, and he complied, and I maneuvered around the toilet, and got another shot from a good angle, still not perfect but pretty good. And then I went to the other side, positioned him a little better myself without words by just pushing on him, and got the last, best picture. "There ya go," I said, handing him his phone. "You have three great pix to choose form now." As I pulled on my pants, he did say, "You have great calves. Those are inherent in your body... I played soccer when I was younger and they never got any bigger." So I have that compliment to take with me. I expressed surprise that he was staying in Brooklyn instead of Manhattan; he said he works in fashion and it was nice to get away from that world into the "scruffy hipster world". I happened to be wearing teal corduroys, an orange/black/white plaid shirt, black and white saddle shoes, and a fluorescent red puffy-- sometimes I like to play dress-up-- and I wondered what he though of that as I pulled this getup back on. If he thought anything, he didn't say anything. My friend had liked it at lunch, anyway! I was surprised when I looked at my phone to see I'd been there 40 minutes or so, because it seemed like it lasted all of 10 minutes. Maybe I lost myself more than I thought in ass-eating-world. What a shame that we didn't have the same sexual style... it could have been an awesome fuck, his hole was beautiful. He thanked me for coming over and told me he might get fucked again later that night-- more bragging?-- and I said "Well, I was happy to warm you up." He kissed me goodbye and off I went, into the sudden drizzle. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... There is a guy at my gym that I’ve been flirting with for awhile. 48, Tall, goatee, and a BIG ol dick. Huge. He is unfortunately partnered, but recently got his partner on board with perhaps doing a little 3-way. We texted back and forth and chatted at the gym and eventually worked out something for this past Saturday afternoon. They came over and I finally got to meet the partner. 60, handsome, thick cock. Mr Big was rarin’ to go, but the older partner was a bit hesitant— shy even. They professed that they’d only ever done one 3-way before, but both seemed quite well versed once we got going. I started by paying attention to the older guy, eventually getting him hard and revved up. Then it was game on! Big Dick’s cock was easily 8.5” hard. And hefty in girth. But his partner wasn’t bad off. The other one had maybe 5.5 inches— but was easily 6.5 - 7” in circumference. Like “ouch” thick. We all made out and sucked cock and the old one rimmed the HELL out of my ass. Then we started fucking. No talk of condoms, btw. Just spit and lube. Mr Thick fucked me first while I sucked his partner’s huge cock. All the while Mr Big was urging his partner to get my ass all opened up. He also talked a lot about his cock and said things like “You like this big dick, don’t you? You’ve been after it for months!” We got in a train where thick fucked me and Big fucked Thick. And then I watched Big fuck Thick while I shoved my cock down Big’s throat. Then it was finally my turn to take Big. I’d been wanting him in me since I first saw him in the showers. I was bent over sucking Thick and Big lubed up— and shoved in. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck it felt amazing! And it went right in thanks to Thick opening me up. I said a big “thanks” to Thick for prepping me as Big started pumping me. Eventually, Thick asked me to rim him— and with Big’s cock still buried in me. How could I say no? I dove in with my tongue while Big pounded my hole. It was actually my first time in this lucky Pierre position and I was seriously getting off on it. I started begging Big to cum inside me and Thick told him to do it. Damn his pounding hurt, but he eventually stiffened up and flooded my guts. I told him to park it deep in me so I could milk him. And then I started working his dick with my ass. “Oh, FUCK man! Do you do exercises?? This is incredible!” He exclaimed that his partner needed to experience it too. So after a long pullout, Thick got behind me and slid inside. Big was still hard and got behind Thick again, and pushed inside him Big ended up fucking Thick’s load into my hole. And I demo’d my milking skills for him too— much to his delight. I still hadn’t cum yet, so I asked big if he was still hard enough to do some damage. He said he was so I had him lay on his back and I squatted on him. As I rode him, he got mega hard and told me if I kept going I would get another “snot shot”. So I did. Big fired off another load into me, and this shoved me over the edge. I jacked myself and in 10 strokes I was blowing. Thick’s mouth was right there on my cock to suck up and swallow my load. I’m proud to say he gagged a bit at then volume, but he did swallow it all. When I finally pulled off Big, cum was running out of my ass and we all needed to shower off. I did see Big at the gym last night. He smiled slyly and asked how my weekend was. “Fulfilling”, I told him. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Ok, I am not a computer guy so I really had no idea what tubmlr was...until I was directed to a post from my blog. This guy loves to see our videos and pics, and shared them with his followers. To me, that is a huge compliment and I let him know that I loved it. Over the weekend, he happened to be visiting the city and asked to meet in person - face to cock, so to speak. Now, you know that I normally do everything in my power to accomodate a guy in need. He had only one hour to himself, and it was not looking good...I was having brunch with my husband, and then we had two events to attend. DAMN. As luck had it, one of the events was sort of boring, so we headed out to the hood where my buddy was. He was really wanting to get off, and said that he was sporting full wood and packing a sore set of blue balls. My husband and I went to the local hangout, and grabbed a drink. While waiting for the hot daddy to arrive, I scoped out the options. There were not many patrons, and that can be good or bad...so I just waited and figured we could wing it. In walked my buddy, and he was a hot as fuck furry bearded man. Now I really wanted to find a way to drain his nuts. I walked towards the back and told him that if we were quick, the urinals were a perfect spot to whip out his cock and feed me his load. Before I could get his cock out we had another couple of guys walk in. Ok, sometimes you have to take a break and let them empty the bladder. Once they left, we headed back in. This time I had his zipper going down before we were evne all the way inside. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock. Immediately I got down on my knees and pulled his cock in my mouth. It was a mouth full and I could feel his very large balls hitting my chin....it was hot! Those full balls of juice were bouncing against my chin while I used my mouth and tongue around his cock head and shaft. Whether it was the fact that we could get walked in on, or he was just so turned on getting blown in public it was not long before I felt the shaft start to swell...then I could feel him start to unload on my tongue. My mouth filled up fast with his spunk and I swallowed to let more fill it. And he did! I don't know how many spurts of spunk he shot, but it was a few more seconds before I could feel that he was drained dry. Standing back up, I was grinning ear to ear - and still tasting his sperm on my tongue and lips. He commented that it was worth thousands of miles in traveling...HOT! Now, he is a huge fan of the cum facials and videos so I think that next time I will bring the camera along and tell him to pull out of my mouth as he blasts, and then we can share it with you guys. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... There was a buddy of mine who said he would love to tag a bottom with me. Today, one of my favorite fuckbuddies hit me up and had a few loads in his hole, I talked to the top, and we went to his place. My fuckbuddy and I walked in the apartment, and we quickly got naked. My fuckbuddy was on his knees, sucking both of our cocks as the top and I made out. We put our sexy bottom boy on his back, and I sunk my cock into his wet and cumfilled hole, he instantly started to moan, begging us to use him, I pulled out and let the other top go at it, he LOVED his hole, the top kept nailing his hole, as our bottom said that he loves being a cumwhore and spreading his ass for any man that wants him, that he is addicted to cum. The top kept plowing him, and told him that he was cumming, he grunted and convulsed as he emotied his semen into his ass, he pulled out and the cum was leaking from his fucked hole, I dove down and slurped it up, and made out with the bottom boy, sharing a cum filled kiss with him, then put him doggy style so I could look at his hot jock ass while I plowed him. I grabbed his hips and nailed him, until my 4 day load built up and fired off in his ass. He collected ourselves, and we left, in the elevator, the bottom boy leaned against me, and i kissed the back of his neck softly, and told him what a good boy he was as I wrapped my arms around him. We then went our separate ways, can't wait to fuck him again. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight I shot my first wasted load of 2013, all over the dark body of an extremely sensual Arab kid, still in college, maybe 21 years old. But I honestly didn't mind. He'd chased me all week on Scruff, wanting a "passionate fuck" from me, but I kept having to blow him off over and over as family issues interfered. He was in fact last night's backup plan. Tonight was my last night here in my hometown and I took everyone out for a hilarious birthday dinner for my mom, then was supposed to go bowling with my nephews. Dinner ran very late, and then every bowling alley in the city had an hour wait for a lane except one, which we sped over to desperately, only to find that a thousand people showed up in the intervening twenty minutes and now there was an hour waiting list there, too. I apologized to my nephews and took them home, hugged them and lectured them briefly, and decided it was time to reward the Patient Arab with a hard thick bone in his ass. We hadn't talked about raw or wrapped. I felt almost *****ic thinking I would try to insinuate my bare cock into a young kid's vulnerable innards, despite my recent clean bill of health. But I wanted a reward after a stressful week of filial duty. And if he wanted a "passionate" fuck, I knew he was ripe for seduction with my masterful ways. I felt somehow confident I could work my way into him skin on skin. In the end it was not to be, but what I got was almost as good. It took a while for him to respond to my texts, during which I cruised for other ass shamelessly in the parking lot of a gas station down the street from my nephews' house. Eventually he replied and said I could come over; he was just coming home from campus. He lives way on the other side of town but I could make it in half an hour. A thick fog had descended over the city and barreling through the dark countryside felt vaguely dangerous. Few people were on the road with me but they wanted to race. I won. I had an ass to plug after all. I passed them all and made it to the kids place in great time. I traipsed up the stairs to his apartment as knocked and waited. Nothing! I texted him "I'm here." nothing! I called and he didn't answer. Wtf! I couldn't believe this. Dudes are idiots in this town as it is, but I began to wonder if an Arab kid was the best choice of sex partner. I began to feel had. I waited a little longer then went back to my car. Finally he replied. Whew! I went back up and this time he had the door open and was standing in it looking sheepish. He was very cute just like in his pictures. I went in. He apologized and kissed me, rather hungrily and ineptly. I kissed back properly, and he instantly switched gears, realizing how I wanted it, and have me his mouth sensually and intensely. That was more like it. I went to take a quick leak and when I came back he was half-reclined on the couch. I leaned over him and kissed his mouth some more, very slowly lowering my body over his. He strained up to meet me and as I sank down hitched his legs over mine and clasped my back fiercely, sliding his tongue along mine all the while. When the full weight of my body was pressed into his he began pumping up against me, and I felt his hard young dick straining rather hugely in his shorts against my rapidly swelling meat. I stoked his neck with my beard, hugely coarse and overgrown after a week here with no trimming tools to keep it under control. He was responding to my advances like a sensitive musical instrument and the kissing was fuckin heaven. This was a good old-fashioned make out and grinding session, like something I would have done in high school. I loved it and savored it. His neck and ear were exquisitely sensitive. But when I bit his neck he hissed "Be careful, no hickies," in a rather syrupy Arabic accent. I growled into his ear, "Can we go to your bed," and he nodded his head against my neck, languorous and drunk with pleasure. I stood up and held out my hand to pull him along with me. Once in his room I ripped off all my clothes, wanting to feel free, and he stroked my dick and still-trimmed balls in a way that made me thrill. We fell into bed, him still clothed, and made out and groped each other still more. Finally he was naked too and I was on top of him with my dick between his legs and my dickhead massaged beautifully by his very thick meat deep-cleft buttocks. I fucked my body against his feeling enveloped in his flesh even though I wasn't penetrating him and he was all over me, writhing with all the pleasure any bottom would feel with my hard tool raw and hot inside his guts, pressing against the prostate. There was an amazing connection between us, though I did notice his sweat had a fruity, pungent smell that was exactly like my own pheromone-laden armpit sweat, when I am excited. It wasnt in fact mine-- it was clearly coming from his body-- but I found it a slight turn-off to be grinding into someone who smelled exactly like me. That was weird. Everything else was fucking perfect. And we 69ed-- his dick was two inches longer than mine easily, ramrod straight, with a chiseled wide dickhead hard as marble as only a 21-year-old's can be. I easily fit the whole thing in my thoat because of the intense desire he ignited in me. He was making my own dock feel incredible. And I ate his ass out while he moaned like crazy, hungrily reacting to my tongue thrusting into his hole, which was beautifully firm and slit-like deep in his ass cleft. I positioned my dick there and pushed and he pushed back, clearly wanting me au naturel. But he was too tight. I gently tongued and fingered him and he moaned and moaned. And I tried to push in again with my tool. I was gonna fuck the stuffing out of this incredibly sexy kid. But then he said, "I may not be completely clean. I didn't expect you tonight." Foiled! I wanted it so fucking bad. "I could go clean for you now," he offered magnanimously. But I slid back down beside him, saying "Don't worry, let's not interrupt our rhythm." He smiled and drew close to me as if by magnetism. We fit together beautifully. I admired his curly lips, his firm nose, thousand intensely manly Arabic eyebrows. And felt out thick meaty ducks sliding and oozing against each other. He finally asked me to cum. I said, "ok... Kiss me while I cum." And he did, and just that intense pleasure of body against hungry body drew the sperm out of my nuts. I let it flow with my body pressed against his at first but then reared up to jerk out the rest and give him a nice fireworks show. The sight of my white manly emission spurting all over him made him let out a kind of falsetto gasp and he squirted his own juice out all over himself. His torso was soaked with liquid pleasure. He didn't kick me out. He didn't jump up to wash. For about an hour we lay beside each other, talking about school, family, Saudi Arabia, science, subways, sex, work. I did most of the talking; he egged me on and drew me out expertly for such a young kid. But his own comments were very interesting and I didn't want to stop talking and stroking his body. But it got too late. I had to get up. We thanked each other about five times each, following each round with more kissing and wrapping of body around body. I could barely pull away. But finally I did and went out into the white foggy night. What a wonderful unexpected experience. I am really ready to be home again. On the drive back to my sister's I saw an old-timely military bus-like vehicle painted with a cool logo advertising a clothing company I never heard of, which I assumed was a local creation. My partner, I imagined, would be filled with excitement seeing that, wanting to see the clothes and find out about the company. I suddenly deeply missed him. Paradoxically, fantastic freeing sex with strange mem only makes me feel more happiness and fulfillment with my partner. It's very strange. But I need to go home to him now. I need to.be home in New York. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight I experienced the ultimate in cock worship. I'm still down south in the last couple of days handling some family issues, and had a night off. I'd spoken to a fairly handsome-looking older guy on Manhunt last night who sounded *ok*, not fantastic, but this visit has been fairly slim pickings when I go online (not that I have much opportunity to hook up, much as I'd like to). I really wanted to fuck, not get sucked, but all I found on that front was a guy with incredible pix who said all the right things and turned out to be a pricktease. So I figured I'd take what I could get-- I was already getting too pent up to fuck anyone properly anyway after not unloading since Monday. But then Apparently Handsome tells me he's not actually free till today. Which was iffy. But I decided to lie to my family, tell them I was having drinks with an old friend from High School, and get my dick sucked. I didn't know what to expect-- he didn't talk like the cock-crazy cum-gobbler I typically go for. But he texted me all day saying he was thinking about my dick, which was a good sign. So at 8 I went out into the gross cold rain and took my chances. And boy, was I rewarded. He lived in a modest little house in a once-decent, now fairly crappy part of town. He opened the door and looked more or less like his pictures, but not built like them-- they must have been from his mid-forties and now he is fifty with a basketball gut and rather spindly limbs. I had actually lined up another prospect, younger and cuter but much further away, in case Apparently Handsome didn't work out. I could have turned and left. But I guess all the texts lured me in. I thought eesh, what a position to be put in. He led me upstairs to his bedroom, which was dark except for a bunch of candles lit all around the room. After this stressful week, this seemed inviting. He had a giant bed waiting. I thought well, let's get my dick in his mouth. If he sucks bad I'll go up to young and cute. I told him to get on his knees and pulled out my Wang. He sucked. And all my reservations drained away. I don't know why no hot guy ever can suck me quite like this. It was perfect. There is something in the tongue, in the pressure, the touch, that conveys an utter love of dick and utter willingness to satisfy. He passed the audition so I tossed my clothes off and hopped on the bed and let him do his thing. It doesn't hurt that even tubby guys look pretty good flat on their stomachs with their asses in the air. And the low lighting probably made us both look a lot more attractive. But more than anything, it was the reverence he had for my hard tool they kept me excited. For and hour and forty-five minutes he gave me nonstop oral attention, with only the briefest breaks to make out. I didn't really touch him much except on the face and shoulders and hands. I didn't try to eat his (actually quite shapely) ass. All attention in the room was on my cock. Through the lens of his worship it became a thing of awesome beauty even to me, and I periodically stroked its hard length up and down with my fingers as he sucked on the knob, marveling at this amazing cum-delivery machine of mine. Occasionally he stopped sucking and just held it in his hands and admiring it with wonder, or holding it at the tip and shaking it back and forth lightly, transfixed by its heft and turgidity as it bounced in my groin. He rubbed it all over his face. He put my balls in his mouth and just inhaled my sex. He genuinely worshipped me, and I let him for as long as I could stand it. Outside a gentle cold rain was falling, tapping comfortingly against the windows. The firelight flickered. There was no other sound except my incoherent moans and urgings and his occasional overwhelmed whimper. He got me close over and over and knew exactly how and when to pull back. But finally I needed to cum in him. I gave a lot of rapid-fire commands about where and how to lick and to slow down and just letw cum, not make me cum. And he did, and I felt everything turn to liquid and I was firing jet after jet into his throat. He was squealing like a stuck pig and I was genuinely shouting my ecstasy. I came about as hard as you can imagine a dude cumming after having his tool expertly tongued by someone whose religion is cock. For several minutes after he suckled at me with utter bliss in his face. As I shriveled to nothing he released me and said "I love sucking on soft dick, too." "It shrivels down to nothing," I apologized. He lifted me gently with two fingers, examined it with tenderness, and let it plop heavily back down against my balls. "It looks fantastic to me right now," he said. I was still a little engorged. We lay in silence a bit, flat on our backs, with him stroking the hair on my belly. Slowly we began to talks bout our lives and our families. He had sons who sound a lot like my nephews. He seemed like a very decent guy who was a little disappointed at where he ended up at 50, but was positive. I'm not sure what I sounded like; at one point, listening to my response to some question, he broke in, saying "You've just said 'I don't know' four times." And no... I really don't know. But I got my dick sucked! And honestly... Isn't dick-- your own or another man's-- the most beautiful thing in this earth? Sometime I fantasize that the homosexual taboo exists because even straight men adore dick-- their own and others'-- and would spend all day trading head if they weren't threatened with violence for it. But of course that is a fantasy; maybe with a grain of truth. Because anyone with a cock knows that four billion years of evolution was all directed at this ideal work of art. And it must be worshipped! More...

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