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To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I've been told I have a 'type', but I don't know if this is true. Sure, if I had a fantasy type, he'd be bearded, bald, hairy chest, nice arms, decent sized dick and a dirty mind and foul mouth. Suits, leather or uniform would be preferred but not required. But men like that are few and far between, so I normally settle on "regular" guys - and hope they have a filthy mouth and mind. Everything else is gravy. Even for my ideal vs the others, this guy wouldn't have necessarily been on my radar. I wouldn't have reached out to him, but he did to me. 48, 5'11, 195 - all respectable stats. Solid 7.5" thick. Nice enough. But it was the hair, mostly the beard that was throwing me off. WILD didn't begin to describe it. It went at least 6-7" below his chin and completely untamed. His picture, at first glance, was that of looking at a homeless man, or the Unibomber. He looked like that in person as well. Oh yes, I went through with the meet-up. In the exchange on-line, he said all the right (or was it wrong?) things with the right tone and attitude. Trust me, that commitment takes a man far. There was no getting to know one another. He was in the door and the pants were off. His cock was already hard, so he was good to go. No kissing. No sucking. It was him turning me around and bending me over. While lube was put out, he never reached for it. He was a spit man and that's all that was on his cock as he pushed his way into me. And the man knew how to fuck. Hard. Deep. His own rhythm, his own needs, mine were secondary or tertiary.....if they ever came into the equation. He had alluded to that he can fuck a long time and we switched positions often. Next was on my back while atop a desk. My entry was the right height for him standing next to the furniture. He looked down on me as he make his shaft disappear, then reappear, then disappear again. All the while he'd volley insults at me, in the names of "faggot", "pig", "whore" and the likes - sometimes strung together in a barrage of filth. It made me hard. It's not like anything he was saying was untrue - right? Eventually we were down on the ground, him on his back, me riding him. Always dangerous for me, as I have no control over my orgasm that way. ...and I didn't want to cum, at least not yet and at least not first. More insults as he pulled out and instructed me to lick him clean. When I complied, that's when he really called me a "dirty fucking pig". As he stood over me, I thought he'd spit on me, but he was just making spit for his cock, lubing it - readying it....again. But while he stood, his shoed foot more than bumped my crotch. I didn't flinch. He did it again - harder. I remained stoic. Then again and again. "You like to be beat up?" he asked. I didn't say 'no', but I didn't say 'yes'. He continued Oddly enough it did not hurt. He could have done more damage if he had liked. I was on my back and he bent my legs over my head, just to play with my ass. I was bent over far enough, I was wondering if I could mouth my own cock, but it wasn't quite close enough. He never noticed this. Soon enough I was on all fours with him behind me - fucking the hell out of me fast and hard. No mercy. But soon that gave way to him sitting on a chair and me straddling him, facing him, riding him. That turned out to be it for him. I rode and he met my downstrokes with up ones. Soon enough, his hands were on my waist pulling me down - all the way down. Then I felt him throb. For all his verbal nastiness, he waited till he was done unloading in me before telling what a fucking whore I was. He did that while putting on his pants. He said he'll want another go-round. He'll most likely get it. OINK. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I got off in the mouth of a guy who hit me up on Scruff looking rather serious and semisexy, but who in real life turned out to be a rather perky fella who you could easily imagine singing in a glee club. I am back home in my southern home town again, dealing with some pretty heavy family issues, and had a rather grueling dinner with a wayward nephew who needed some straightening out. It was a draining, emotional day, and part of me just wanted to collapse in bed. The other part-- located between my legs-- decided I deserved to be treated to some royal oral service for my efforts down here. Hooking up here is typically insane-- these guys are all closeted, chicken, deluded, and full of shit, and mostly unattractive at that-- but since I am very busy this visit and have little time to hook up, of course I'm getting offers right and left. This guy has been the closest and most enthusiastic about getting the cum out of me-- I find that guys who talk about sex entertainingly can also do it entertainingly, and he was a veritable thesaurus of terms for semen, alternately begging for my cum, seed, juice, spooge, sperm, and jizz throughout my visit here so far. So I figured tonight was his lucky night. He gave me directions to his "other" house, whatever that meant, and I drove out there-- past the subdivision where I grew up, past the big aging mall for the white trash, down some dark roads to a new development full of aughts-style overbuilt houses, and down to the very end of the last street, butting up against some woods, with brilliant stars, planets, and moon hanging overhead. I hoped for the best and knocked on the door. He opened the door and looked, as I said, like a choirboy. The townhouse behind him was completely empty inside. As I tinkled in the hall bathroom, he explained that he had just bought another house and was going to rent this one out. I cleaned up a little, zipped up, and surveyed the echoing space. "So you're going to suck my dick on the floor?" I asked, looking doubtfully at the carpet. He laughed. "Well, upstairs! Let's go!" And he skipped up the stairs. I followed; the ass was eh, but I didn't intend to do any reciprocating tonight. I was going to lay back and get hoovered clean. He led me to what had been the master bedroom, which had no overhead bulb, so all we had was the light filtering in from the hallway. Two throw pillows were propped against the wall, making up the whole of the creature comforts I was to enjoy why providing him with hard meat and gooey ejaculate. I shrugged and we made out some standing in the middle of the room, and I remembered he seemed to want me to be verbal, so I cooed dirty words into his ear about how I was going to unload a week's worth of salty fuckjuice down his throat and he wasn't going to waste a drop of it. He reached in my zipper and stroked my meat up and down, shivering at my words and the hairy thickness and saying yes yes yes yes yes I want to drink you. He fumbled at my fly so I unbuttoned for him and let him fondle me better. For whatever reason his touch was making me hard in record time. I pushed him to his knees and he slurped me into him in one long motion that made my dick instantly fill to capacity with hot blood. It was amazing. He wasn't a hot guy but fuck he could suck a dick. "OK I am going to have to lay back and enjoy this," I said, pulling my clothes off unceremoniously and laying back on the pillows wearing nothing but white socks and a huge throbbing erection. He hooked his hands up under my thighs, laid flat on the floor with his legs open slightly, fully dressed, and sucked the living fuck out of my goddamn fucking dick. There was very little kissing or stroking, and no humping or ass-eating. It was all about my dick. He fed on my groin with glee while I said whatever popped into my head and moaned. He kept looking up at me from his vantage down there, but it was really too dark to see his face very well, and I didn't care; all the light was in my head and in my dick, so I just closed my eyes and let it wash over me. He got me to the edge with expert precision and kept me there till I wanted to ram him with my tool to bring the pleasure past the brink. But I didn't. It is a typical manly desire to force yourself to the brink of orgasm; to clench your muscles to engorge your tool, flare the head, make the nerves overload with sensation and bring yourself over the edge. But the best orgasm is the one you can't control at all. As I felt myself grow warm, melting, and urgent, I completely relaxed the muscles in my dick and let him work his magic. I wanted to come so bad, I wanted to clench and shoot, but I didn't, I let everything go lax, and felt an even deeper urge, somewhere much further down my spine, take over my body at his coaxing. I could feel every stage of my penis's preparation for insemination distinctly as he lapped me to fuzzy oblivion: I could feel some involuntary muscle closing around the root of my penis, making it lengthen and harden so I could deposit my semen as deeply inside him as possible. I felt my ducts swell and open, lubricated with the clear fluid that paves the way for the thundering white sperm. I felt a hot spray of hormones fill my blood and make me sweat. I felt my nuts rise up into my body. And then I felt, somewhere inside, that first jet make its way through the long length of tubing inside my trunk and force its way through my dickhole and then squirt, hard, into his body through his throat. And he sucked me expertly with every squirt. We were a well-oiled machine together, with spasms and licks perfectly timed to get my cum into him as completely as possible, with as little friction as possible. He sucked my dick slowly up and down as I came down from this awesome climax, and it was so good he made me have a small second one, getting two bonus squirts of my manhood. He clearly loved my dick. And I felt great. Finally he rolled aside and asked how I liked it. I joked that it was OK. But then I told him that he seriously knew what he was doing; that everyone claims they give good head but that doesn't mean anything. He definitely gave good head. He showed me the rest of the townhouse and we talked about the housing market here a bit, then he led me out through the garage and we left in our separate cars. I drove along, admiring the sky, and wishing there wasn't so much light pollution. Despite getting my pipes cleaned and my head cleared, I was still very preoccupied about my nephew. I drove along the highway, further into the country away from my sister's house, but the sprawl of this place is absolutely endless; there was crap everywhere you looked even though after 20 miles I was definitely in the middle of nowhere. I followed some signs to some parks, hoping for some deep darkness to admire the small lights of the stars and the quarter moon. At one point I almost hit a deer, coming within a foot of the idiotic thing and engaging the ABS system on my rental, which ground away under the brake pedal like the car was disintegrating. The deer trotted into the woods. And I pulled over, turned out the headlights, got out, leaned against the bumper, and looked up at the sky. There were no cars but it still wasn't perfectly dark-- I was in the midst of a bunch of farms and horsey estates, each of which had a single, obnoxious street light on a pole out front. But the sky was beautifully clear and the pinpoints of light were dazzling; the small moon, almost blinding. I looked up for a few minutes, and finally felt the calm I sought descending over me. And I got back in the car and came home to write this. Now bed. More...

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To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here We often read from men who abhor the Chatty Cathies of the wireless world...'not here to chat' is a succinct message to all those timid creatures who blow big on the internet and much less so in reality. These characters get off on anxious adrenalin rushes and not so much on fucking, trading e-mails ad infinitum without the intention of fucking, and are perfectly satisfied to play that game. Those of us seeking real sex just wish they'd set up their website so they can Chatter Away with others of like temperment...maybe ChattyPatty.com. But... it's we don't have to dream the 15 minute hook-up among the men who get real and get down. Sometimes they really do happen. I'm in my favorite wireless access coffee shop in downtown Palm Springs with a cleaned out hole and a horned up attitude, post my intention to get fucked right now and then am genuinely surprised when I get three responses within the first five minutes. It's about 10 in the morning on a Wednesday, a ripe time to get fucked maybe only in Palm Springs. Naturally, I answer all e-mails as a matter of principle...yeah, even the Chatty Cathies...but naturally I'm going with the closest one. This turns out to be a mobile home in a park about a three minute drive away. The top texts me clear directions, while I'm starting up the engine...Kesha comes on the radio...before Kesha is finished, I'm on his bed and on my back getting drilled by a nice, stubby, thick cock. I love missionary style because I can make and hold eye contact and by now I'm an expert at reading faces and I love it when our eyes lock...it's all a matter of concentration. This top daddy then blasts a nice big load up my worked out hole. He took a quick image shot with his cell phone, which I can e-mail to anyone who's interested, but which I'm too dumb to figure out how to publish on this blog. It's all quick and intense and great, and when it's over, it's over. Not much apres sexchat here. We'll hook up with this Dad again, but for right now, it's over so I get the hell out. I get back to my car and the coffee is still warm. I get back to the coffee house and the same people who were there are still there and the seat I vacated, is still vacant. And I went right back online to check out what could be next. Only this time, there's a fresh poz load warming up my manhole. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here I'm guessing that travelling salesmen have earned their place in the American sexual consciousness through the simplest of ways...by being available. These guys have also been characterized in various media, like books...movies, certainly...as being unattached in a new town...horny as hell...and an easy hookup...good for a quick suck, fuck...and then never seen again. True, maybe, unless you're part of the fisting brotherhood. A good fist is hard to find. Once found, a bottom can only want more of it. I think I connected with this traveler through Asspig. Yeah, Asspig.com. A hot bottom taking fist at a local Holiday Inn, obviously a business guest and posting in the middle of the afternoon. You know, you just can't decide you want to get fisted. Being a fisting bottom requires preparation, and sometimes preparation becomes a long and involved process; of course I'm writing about cleaning out. So when a man goes through the effort of cleaning out for taking fist, he doesn't want to let all that go to waste. So you post on Asspig and hope for the best. When I'm feeling up to fisting, I'll post on Asspig; but most of the time the avaiable bottoms are in Keokuk, Iowa or Binghampton, New York and here I am in San Francisco. But occasionally, things do work out. Imagine my delight to find a travelling businessman holed up in the Holiday Inn, conveniently just off Market St. and ready to go for RIGHT NOW. And oh, by the way, it's about two in the afternoon. It takes me a while to park my car in a safe (read meter maids, not break-ins) spot and take the street car to the Holiday Inn, but once there, we enjoyed a great session; he knows what he's doing, he's experienced and testing his limits, he wants me to probe more, he has fine interior buttchitecture. What's not to like? We give him a good time and he's appreciative since he's had at least one flake already, and a third guy does show up but he's not as commanding as I am and soon leaves, feeling a bit like a third wheel, so he never gets that guy's fist. I call the session out after about 90 mins., that's long enough for a break, but this guy is expecting somebody else later so I bid my leave, and hope I'm leaving him in good hands. Postscript: We buddylist each other and hope to meet up in his home town, a few hundred miles down the coast...I'll be there in April and hope to report on another great meeting. He gave me his Barebackrt handle and I checked him out, and he's poz...something we didn't discuss before I barefisted him. So much the better...travelling salesmen can sometimes be seen again. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I had another go-round with Ultra Meat, who I guess has been really busy lately-- I haven't seen him online at all, and the time or two I asked him to come blow me he was out of town. Today he asked to come suck me and our schedules barely lined up for about 45 minutes in the afternoon, so he came over then. Honestly, I wasn't even horny today, preoccupied with work, some family stuff, and a general free-floating angst. On the one hand, he's so fucking hot I feel like saying no to him is some kind of hubris. But once he was on his way, I was like, I really just kinda don't care about getting off right now. And I started worrying this was going to be the first nail in the coffin with him or something, because I just wasn't that excited, and often a bad or lackluster experience with a regular is what sends thing to a slow, final heat-death. So what happened, Dear Reader? Taking bets now before it's revealed! He showed up and things were weirdly awkward between us, setting me up for a script of disappointment. He was extremely sweaty-- when I put my arms around and felt it, I pulled away and asked if he just came from the gym, but he said no, he was just overdressed and had been in a hurry to get to me. It's unusually warm out today, so I could see that, but he was really just kinda grossly wet. He peeled off his clothes while I kicked off my pants. We'd kissed a bit but my mood had not really lifted. He crouched at my feet and suckled at me and whimpered about how much he missed my dick. But my heart was a stone! A stone! (And my dick was decidedly not a stone-- his sucking, as always, felt awesome, but the meat was not stirring.) I told him I was preoccupied and had been stressed lately, which is true, and said I needed to get comfortable in the bed. He got between my legs and sucked me with that amazing skill he has, and pressed my only very slowly thickening meat to his face, praising my dick to the skies. I just relaxed and decided I didn't care what happened; I'd just let him suck me all he wanted. And I guess that's all I needed, because soon I was stiff and down his throat. It didn't hurt that his insanely beautiful body was spread out before me, humping the bed like crazy while he blew me. His back was immensely meaty and his lats covered with small black hairs. His ass was straining against his tight gray briefs. I asked if I could eat it, and he looked at me shyly and said he hadn't showered. I wonder if he often says this to keep me away from it so I don't get him so hot he asks me to slide in him raw. My proclivities seem to loom large in his psyche, because as my slowly dick did get hard, he kept saying he wished I could fuck him raw, fuck him raw, shoot that load inside, yaddayadda. But so far the gate is closed to all traffic. I flipped him on his bck and admired his body and clambered on top and the feeling of our dicks pressed side by side between our bodies was all the excitement I needed to be fully hard and electrically turned on. Our dicks are almost exactly the same size and a very similar shape. He precums more than me. He oozed all over my dickhead as I ground into him. As soon as he felt the full weight of my body on his, he grasped my back hard with his arms, hitched his legs around mine, and said, "I've missed you so much." And then it was just a steady stream of comments about how one day I'm gonna fuck the hell out of his ass, he's gonna feel the heat of my bare dick inside him, I'm gonna feel his slick, hot insides, and he's gonna take my load and keep it deep within him. His face was a mask of frustrated pleasure. "You're so good in bed," he moaned, "I bet all those bottoms love you fucking them with your raw dick." And they do! But I said, rather cornily, "You're the only bottom for me right now." Then-- cuz it was true-- "You always make my dick feel so good, man. You make me forget everything but my dick and your body when we're together." And he liked hearing that, hitching himself to me tighter and going into orbit. In the end, I came all over his body. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" I had asked, and he said yes. And then he looked shy again, and said, "Well, on my face. Cum on my chest and my face." So I reared up, and planted the first big jet along the whole length of his torso. Then, aiming high from between his legs, I let another squirt go. And bull's eye! It landed in a long stripe from his eyebrow, down his nose, over his lips, along his neck, and ending at his left pectoral. He gasped in amazement, his eyes practically bugging out of his head, and scooped up some of the cum on his body and beat himself off furiously in it, making squicky jerkoff sounds. I emptied more of my cum on him and he cried, "Put it in my mouth! Put it in my mouth!" So I did, and he sucked the last remaining drops out of me, popping all over himself as he tasted me. He was fairly well plastered all over. There was a little more awkwardness after as he cleaned up and got dressed. I asked some questions but he seemed a little shy for some reason. Not sure what's up with that. I'm not sure this strategy of spinning him up with tales of how I want to fuck him is going to pay off. It's definitely taking a lot of patience. It's not hard to wait because he really has an amazing body and a really wonderful sexual manner. But I know myself... before too long if I can't get my dick in him I'm going to lose interest. And that will be a sad thing. I guess I gotta just enjoy it while it lasts. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I got the kind of head I wish everyone could give-- silky, firm, focused, enveloping, constant, eager, incredible head, making every inch of my dick feel like the only fucking dick in the world, pulling my nuts tight up against my body with the ache of pleasure. Who gave me this beautiful, duct-flooding sensation? Why, the Second String Cocksucker, who I led on and then dissed yesterday. He seemed so crestfallen that I wouldn't let him suck my dick yesterday that I told him he could come over today. My partner was scheduled to work and I figured I could give him some of my afternoon. But this morning my partner's boss told him everything was cancelled due to the snow. We thought we had a nice bright, not too cold day to do whatever we wanted together. We had a nice lunch, during which the chain was yanked again and he was called into work anyway. I was a little depressed at this point and not at all horny, but I thought, well, at least I don't have to blow this guy off again; how hard can it be to lay back and let him get his fill of dick, even if I don't feel into it? Turned out not to be hard at all, though I certainly didn't just lay back with him. The guy is pretty young, in his mid/late twenties I believe, and showed up looking a little less cute that his picture-- his skin was a little sallow and blotchy-- but still a nice-lookin kid. He seemed rather shy and laughed nervously as he came in, apropos of nothing. I asked if everything was cool, wondering if he was not into it or something, but he said it was OK. He went to the bathroom and when he came out we got down to business pretty quickly. We kissed a bit, rather perfunctorily, I thought, and his hands were all over my crotch. I figured let me unzip and let him have what he wants already. Some guys just really fucking know what to do with a dick. Damn. When I got on the bed he came up beside me, with his pants pulled down partway, laying his torso across the bed and his legs dangling off the side, a beautifully smooth, creamy ass gleaming roundly at the edge. I could stroke his back and cup his buttocks as he expertly, expertly ran his mouth up and down my tool, applying particular pressure on the out stroke, which is definitely my favorite-- it's as if the mouth cannot let go of my bone even as it is sliding away. It feels fucking awesome. His body was fairly lean and taut. There is just nothing like young skin-- I forget about it every time, but when my hands are on it, there is no mistaking the sensation. He let go of my dick long enough to pull his pants and shoes all the way off-- he'd been sucking me with them on up till that point-- and positioned himself between my thighs, where I could admire the long arabesque of his back, his thick thighs bent to the side just so, that perfectly sexual angle of a man lax with sexual submission, that fucking ASS. My dick was hard as a rock. His hair was buzzed on the side but long and floppy on top-- I'm liking this haircut all the kids have; it gives me both the feeling of very short hair that I find a turnon, but also a silky mop to grab onto while his head is in my lap making my dick sing. I noticed him fiddling a lot with his nipples, and reached into his shirt to tug them as he sucked me, and his whole body radiated pleasure. His nips were big, bead-like, thicker in the middle and end than where they connected to his body, and rolled effortlessly in my hands in a way that made his hips grind against the mattress. Nice. I tried to pull his shirt off but he was not going to let go of my tool. Instead he kept sucking and raised one arm to let me pass it through the arm-hole. Then the other arm, with the shirt bunched around his neck, and still he would not stop sucking. He loved my dick and I loved what he was doing. He just bopped off it for an instant and pushed the shirt away completely and clamped back down on me. I barely missed the presence of his tongue on all the best hot spots. God, what fantastic cocksucking! I let my body go limp with fascination at his skill, helpless in apprehension of his beautiful young body, but I couldn't submit to it for too long-- I had to feel his body against me, I had to stick my face in that ass! I pushed his head up out of my lap and kissed him, then guided him onto his back and climbed on top of him. His body was long and pale, very lightly hairy, taut, with a Mayan tattoo on one shoulder and an anchor on the other. His balls were ample and his dick respectable. I pushed my body into his and he wrapped himself around me deliciously; I felt his legs hook around mine hard, felt him hungrily pull me into his embrace. He seemed to have slathered himself with some kind of lotion which smelt faintly of roses, which was very weird-- compared with how smooth and taut his skin was, it reminded me of fucking women, which was oddly arousing. Although even the women I've fucked wouldn't slather themselves with rose-scented lotion! I just can't tell you how sensual and exciting it was being on top of him. And when I flipped him and ate his ass-- the texture, the taste, the tautness and suppleness of the flesh! I ate and ate and ate. And I positioned my dick on his hole and he wiggled and I popped in briefly-- I wanted to fuck this body so bad I could have cried. But he seemed a little tentative about this, and I popped out as easily as I popped in. Not wanting to ruin the groove we had going with a negotiation about fucking and possibly rubbers, I decided to save it. Although I could have fucked him all goddamn day. God... that body, that ass was made for fucking. Instead I flipped him on his back, lay on top of him, and slid my dick down between his meaty buttocks, and with all my precum and the slickness I'd made between his cheeks, just thrusting against his muscle and bone, and feeling my dick slide against his flesh was heaven. And I pulled up and fucked his face, admiring his tool which was now hard as a rock. I had to taste that too. I turned so we had our dicks in each other's face, and we sucked each other and groped each other's body. His dick lengthened in my mouth amazingly-- he had seemed rather small at first but was now probably longer than me, though I am thicker. I took him down to the rough, hairy base, staring at his ass cheeks and balls laid bare before me, and gripping his hips as my eyes watered and I pistoned into his head, somewhere far below me. That tongue kept swiping expertly at all my hot spots as I bucked against him. His bone felt perfect in my throat. I just kept fucking his face, harder and harder, and just sucking and sucking on that tool with my whole throat, until I felt myself unloading everything my nuts had made into him. He lapped at me expertly and kept me cumming for what felt like twice as long as usual, and I never let up on his dick, either, tasting copious precum. I am honestly not sure I've ever cum into a guy with his dick inside me like that. I almost wish he had been cumming into me at the same instant. I can't imagine how exciting that would be-- to swallow and be swallowed at the same time. I can count on one hand the number of dudes I've swallowed. A rose-scented semitwink is not one I would have expected to want that with. But man, I wanted it. Instead, I let go of his dick, and laughed with joy and release. He was fisting his tool and flicking his nips. I took over his chest, running my hand back and forth and back and forth from nipple to nipple, stroking under his balls with the other hand. He came thick gobs all over my wrist. We rested a bit and this time we were both laughing. It was very fun, we both agreed. I got another t-shirt off the floor for him to clean up with-- getting to be a skanky habit. We talked and touched a little bit more. He was born in Mexico though his parents were both white. We talked a bit about the country, which I've been to and liked, and about New York and other American cities. He was a fairly interesting, intelligent person, though as we got dressed I felt him get a little more guarded with each passing minute. I had to walk to the subway to go into town myself, so I followed him out of the apartment, which seemed to make him even more uncomfortable, though we kept chatting a bit. At the subway he begged off, saying he needed to call a friend. So I left him on the street, with a weird handshake. Hm. If he hits me up again, I gotta get my dick in his ass. I don't know if he'd take me raw or not. But if he did, he would be one awesome fuck. Stay tuned... we'll see. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here On a quiet, well-tended suburban street of neat, substantial houses in Southern California, a man is getting fisted in the middle of the afternoon. This appointment was arranged online through a popular website...a pretty ordinary means of getting laid, or in this case, fisted. I'm the fisting top and I love daytime sessions on a weekday because it usually indicates that both top and bottom are at leisure to play when it suits them. This hook-up is especially nice because it involves my first redhead...ever. Well, a blondish reddish sort of lean tiger with zero body fat and a stiff crewcut...basically, a novelty of the best sort, enhanced by a genial personality. And oh yeah, it gets better thanks to a nicely shaped dick that looks like a mouth watering plump pink pork sausage. So in this suburban setting, the session starts with my getting thoroughly porked and taking a very generous juicy poz load. That's good for a start. My part of the bargain is to stuff this lean mean fisthole with my very talented hands. At first glance the hole looks rather small but this guy is an experienced bottom...I mean, I noticed him a long time ago and buddylisted him and I've been tracking him like a bloodhound ever since. When I saw him online, I hit him up, but whatever his history, it still looks like a pretty small tight hole. Looks are often deceiving. This talented fistchute took my hand easily, one deep breath and I was in like an oiled slippery slide and I did the old five finger exercise hitting his interesting combination of deep corners. But while this was going on, I detected the unmistakeable aroma of cum. His cum. My ass. As I squatted to get a better fisting angle, I felt by buttlips quiver like they wanted to dump, so I quickly cupped my free palm under my hole to catch whatever might come out. What I got was the big fat load of poz cum that he had shot up my ass. This was just too good to pass off lightly. I withdrew my other hand and lubed both hands with him cum, and after asking him politely if I could fist him with his own cum, that's exactly what I did. This was a very satisfying accessory to the action, and one I wish would happen all the time. I had to ask him first, though. To get his permission. After all, there is an etiquette to fisting. And the first rule is mutual respect. Ah, like I didn't know he'd say yes. Thanks, my man, for a great suburban afternoon session, cum and all. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here One of my buds had a gang bang party last night, and the bottom boy was the one from my Jan 4 entry, the blond, buff, tattooed muscle guy that's also done porn. How hot can he be?! When I got there, he was in the sling taking cock from a tall, hairy guy. There were three other men in the room in various configurations. *I walked over to the sling to watch bottom boy take cock, and as I did, one of the men walked over to me and proceeded to give me head. He was so good that he had me rock hard in less than a minute. Conveniently enough, when I achieved full bone status, the top pulled out and was able to enter bottom boy's tunnel of love. It felt awesome. I began a nice, slow, steady rhythm, and as I would pull out, he would tighten up, then loosen on reentry. *I was enjoying myself and realized that if I continued, *I'd be breeding him way too early. So I pulled out and began to play with some of the other men in the room. *I began by stroking a tall blond who happened to be a great kisser. He kept rubbing my ass throughout the course of the night, thinking I guess, that I was gonna bottom for him. That didn't happen. I watched as the host began to fuck sling boy, and talk REALLY filthy to him, talking about what a cumslut he was, how wet and sloppy his hole was, (it wasn't really, at least not yet) and other things. When he pulled out, *I slid right back in, relishing each stroke of my cock into his cummy hole. I"m not sure how many times I fucked him, walked away, and came back later, but the final straw was when I pulled out, and I as I was walking around, stroking my cock, it felt slick, yet sticky. I put my hand to my face, and realized I smelled cum. Someone had dumped a load in him, and now my cock was coated in semen. That was all I needed. I went back to him, and slid my cock into that smooth, slick, shit chute. I looked into his eyes, and asked if he wanted my load. He said, "Breed me, daddy" That was all it took, and I unloaded my DNA into his cunt, looking deeply into his eyes, and kissed him. It was magical. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Well, boys it has been a couple of months since my last bukkake lunch, but I can say for myself that is was worth the wait. A couple of weeks ago I saw my buddy walking down the street and sent him a quick text saying "we need to do lunch". He knew exactly what I was talking about and agreed. After a few days we decided on a date, and we both sent out the invites. Today I headed over to his place, camera and cum ready for the group of guys. As my buddy opened the door he told me that two guys were already there. HOT! I undressed and went upstairs. There were two of my regulars going at each others cocks, along with our host. I jumped into the action and was rewarded with three large rock hard cocks. Soon we heard the buzz of another guest. One of the young studs that has been to a few other groups had asked if he could come early to work over my ass...and I said sure - who does not like to have their ass eaten before devouring cum straight from the tap. He stripped down and came right up behind me. I was wearing my jock, and he just spread my hairy cheeks and dove in with his tongue. HOT as fuck...getting rimmed while the other cocks are still being sucked and feeding me when they swung my way. When the designated start time arrived, the buzzer started to go and the guys began to arrive. Two new guests were invited by a buddy, and he told me to expect some huge cock and loads from his friends. They arrived together and stripped down. Right away I had to get my mouth around those cocks. Now we had 5 hot cocks and more were still arriving. Another really thick cocked buddy arrived and stripped down to join us in the huddle. Earlier in the year, I heard from a guy on my scruff profile that he wanted to join us. I had given him the full details, and yes he did arrive. Tall, lean and I knew from the pics that his cock was going to be a mouth filling jizz giver. He mentioned that he was going to be a bit shy with the camera and group, but I assured him that I was there to take care of him. Once he was undressed, I went over and took his soft cock into my mouth. There were guys all around us, cocks out and being stroked or sucked. Nipples were being tweaked and pulled. It was not long before he was relaxed and rock hard. Being new to the group, I think it put him closer to edge because after a few minutes of devouring and deep throating his cock I felt it suddenly rock up in size and he let out a quick moan to tell me he was about to cum. Bam! His cum flew out and I had my first taste of cum for the afternoon. Spurt after spurt kept flying and I let it him my lips and face. As he was cumming, my buddy grabbed the video camera. Now it was time to drain the others!! One of the new guys was close to blasting his load, so I went right over. With my mouth open he was stroking hard and then the cum started to fly like a cannon. Onto my tongue, lips, stache and then my eye...it seemed to keep cumming. And fuck it was a thick load. I used my finger to wipe my eye clear, and eat that cum and the cum just clung to my finger and eye. Not much better than a load so thick you can feel it hit your tongue like a fresh oyster. Then it was time for the thick cut cock buddy to spray me with his load. He also shoots thick white cum and fed it into my waiting mouth. Love being a cum dump, and even better if I can taste the loads mixing on my lips as they slowly mingle. Now drenched in three loads of cum, I turned to the others. Another regular announced that he was ready to blow. I got in place and suddenly the cum was blasting out in massive spurts. Fuck, I almost lost another eye - but, that is exactly why I love these groups. The next load came from the second new buddy. He was stroking as I played with his balls, and after watching the others, it was not long before he was ready to blow. He aimed for my willing mouth and I was fed yet another warm tasty dose of man spunk. Next was our young rim boy. He was ready to give it to me and the power behind his orgasm shot volley after volley of cum onto my face. FUCK, yes! By now it felt like I was covered from eyebrow to chin in thick, warm, sticky spunk and my eyes had that cum pig glazing. On my knees, I positioned myself in front of the host - he was taking video and I got between his knees and sucked his cock while the last guy stood to the side stroking. The last guy has been feeding me and watching me service for a few years now, and this was just what he likes. There on my knees - dripping in so much cum that my face felt like I had jumped in a pool of sperm and a grin from ear to ear. Once the last guy was ready, he came over and fed me his cum. That was not the last load of the day, however. Our host was in overload just like me and after shutting of the video he leaned back in a chair and I went over to pay worship to his thick piece of meat. While sucking his cock, the other loads were slowly oozing down my face and thickening in my beard. As we all know, fresh cum can be an awesome lube and it works just as well during a blow job. We could all smell the fresh spunk. It was time for our host to blow, and boy did he. A geyser of cum shot out of his cock, straight up about 4 inches and came down near my mouth. That was just the first shot out of his balls, and the next few were thick and oozed down around his shaft. I did my duty and swallowed what I could find and cleaned his cock of the rest. Now, that is how we end a business lunch! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here There are a few bloggers out there that I've corresponded with over the years. Ones that I would say are of our ilk. iBlastInside. Dan, from Matt & Dan. Spermpig. ..and of course. Mr. Steed. Two I've met in person. One I've had sex with. ...and then there is Mr. Steed. He and I had plans to meet I'd say back in 2010, but my work schedule got the better of me and my planned trip to his neck of the woods was cancelled and then he was no longer in that neck of the woods. Still, I'm a big fan of his blog, his adventures and his writing. But I'm a bigger fan of his mind-set. He's a dirty man. I'm not speaking out of school. He knows it. He knows I know it. Now and again, I will message him after I have had a memorable encounter. He'll get a few days (or weeks) preview of what I will end up blogging about. Sometimes he responds.....sometimes not. Like any other man - virtual or real - sometimes I'm not worthy of a response or acknowledgement. It's safe to say, he might know some things about me that my readership does not. In the course of private conversations, questions are asked and answered. We happened to be messaging when I was looking to get fucked the other day. He wanted me to make it happen - to take a load for his birthday present. I'm all for that, but let's face it, I wasn't be altruistic in this regard. I was getting the load, not him. I was wanting the load - as much, if not more than he wanted me to have it. For some readers, they like living vicariously through my exploits. Steed is not one of these. He has enough of his own to worry about whether I'm getting laid or not. But I like him and we're simpatico so why the fuck not let him know I'm doing it for him? ....and for me. He certainly likes reading about my sexploits. He's one who truly gets it too. ...not that you guys don't. So anyway, when it was suggested to me, by Mr. Steed, that I find a guy to get bred by, for his birthday, it was a challenge I couldn't really pass up. I mean, I guess I just needed a reason, right? Immediately, I found one, but you know how that goes - he disappeared into the internet never to be seen or heard from again. All that energy with promises of this and that - it's almost hoping he got hit by a car or something or was trapped under a fallen tree, wanting to get to me, but unable to reach his phone. Guy #2 did come through. 52, 5'10", 190. He wasn't a looker, but had the cock: 7.5" and thick from base to head. And really, it's all about the dick sometimes. He wanted to kiss, I didn't. He wanted to suck me, I didn't want that either. I did go down on him, I got his thick meat in my mouth and took him to the base. He liked that. Who wouldn't? We both knew, with his thickness, that spit alone would not work. I had some Abolene, which is great lube. I massaged it onto and into his cock. It was slick, I was ready. He was ready. This was not to be a quick fuck - but how could one know that from the get-go? First I was bent over a desk and he eased his way up into my ass nice and uncovered. Fuck I felt full. What he lacked in looks, he made up for in skill. It was a good deep, hard fucking. And that was only phase one. He pulled out, and got me to the ground, doggie style. He put it to me good that way too - a very hard fuck. He kept telling me his bare cock was up me, pounding me. The feeling was great. The guy did slip out and roll on his back. I took my place on top and sat on his shaft. I sunk all the way down, enough that he asked if I could feel his pubes on my ass. I could. That position did not last as long as I would have liked. He wanted me flat on my belly and that's what I did. From behind, he entered me and really hammered his cock home. A good 5-7 minutes of gut punching dick and he stiffened - emptying his nuts into my ass. In a matter of minutes, he was gone. But yet he remained. I sent Steed a message. He got his Gift and I got mine. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I came down the throat of a ridiculously good-looking dude, but the overall experience was frustrated by a little penile insouciance on my part. We'd planned a couple days ago to hook up today, but the BIG SCARY SNOWSTORM ended up closing my partner's office, so he was around most of the day trying to figure out what to do, and I kept Crazy Handsome on a string, telling him I wasn't sure when exactly he could come over but I felt sure he could. Eventually my partner got cabin fever and decided to go out. This is one of those cases where I feel a little illicit-- I suppose ideally as soon as I knew my partner was off today, I should have cancelled with Crazy Handsome. But he was unusually into hooking up with me specifically, and the pictures he had, while rather "artful" and "indirect", suggested a fantastic ass and a verrry hot face. So I really wanted to, and left it open. Shame on me. I waited a respectful half hour after I was alone to see if Crazy Handsome was still free, and he was, but then when I told him the address, he stopped replying, finally saying, "I thought you were in Midtown." I guess I left my location there on a4a from when I was volunteering the other night! I thought oh gawd, another Manhattanite afraid of crossing the East River and getting sharkbite. Compounding my wickedness in all this, I had another cute kid on the wire, who hit me up on Grindr last night and wanted to come over and suck my dick. I told him it was a possibility, thinking Crazy Handsome was just going to let me down. I was shamefully playing them off each other, something I almost never do. So once Crazy Handsome started hemming and hawing, I said a little hello to Second String Cocksucker. Then Crazy Handsome comes back alive and says OK. So now I have to tell Second String Cocksucker today is out. He is annoyed but still after me, saying Maybe Tomorrow ™, to which I said yes, Let's See ® . And I waited for Crazy Handsome, hoping I wouldn't be disappointed. Well, I was disappointed, but certainly not by Crazy Handsome. I guess I've fucked enough guys that almost every new guy is a cross between two or more old guys, but Crazy Handsome had the best features of Ultra Meat and a matinee-idol-handsome Bulgarian guy I used to fool around with in DC, who himself looked rather like a dark, tartaric Jude Law. Together these features made him extremely devilishly and somewhat brutally handsome, very manly features-- dark eyebrows at a prominent, diabolical angle, strong nose, Stick My Dick In 'Em smirking lips, brilliant straight teeth, short dark beard on his very strong, angular chin. The kind of guys who instantly intimidates me. But he had no attitude, and was extremely friendly and breezy when he came in, and came in for the kiss before I'd even gotten his coat off, standing in the foyer. Awesome kisser-- a lot of tongue, but languid, liquid tongue, and a lot of loose, sensual lip, too, and a smile that would knock you over. I felt him up as we made out in the foyer and the ass was clearly not going to disappoint. I thought, holy fuck, how do I keep getting these guys?? We went back to the bedroom and got a little hotter and heavier. I flicked his nips and he became electric. He got on his knees and sucked my dick through my fly, quickly deciding that he needed to be completely naked to do this, and undressing quickly, which I found extremely hot, standing over him completely dressed except for my exposed meat. He looked fucking amazing naked at my feet, and kept looking up at me with that knockout face, mouth all full of my thick tool, his jock-like but slightly fleshy body folded up neatly on his meaty haunches. I was not fully hard but got that oh-shit-I-could-cum-right-now feeling, which is a common early warning sign of the Erectile Troubles. And I guess that's when it began. I hopped up on the bed because I wanted to see this beauty spread out in front of me in all his glory, but began feeling very self-conscious-- he was just crazy good-looking and I was feeling unusually schlubby today. But he did as told, and made my dick feel incredible. I was somehow not in the moment, though, looking at his awesome body and feeling my mental circuits go haywire. He sucked me till I felt like I was close again, so I pulled out quickly and went to eat his ass. His amazing, round, full, delicious, smooth, creamy ass, with two fat fuzzy balls and a very respectably meaty dick hanging down between them. He is a rather aggressive guy, and kept pushing back into me as I blissfully ate him out, pushing me back off the bed and onto the floor. I stroked one leg with one hand while I stroked my dick with the other, and he moaned with pleasure at being touched all over like that. I got hard, and I wanted inside, and I stuck it in. He yelped and we fucked but it was an awkward angle with me standing on the floor and him half on, half off the bed, and I felt again like I was simultaneously going to cum and go soft. I pulled out and ate some more, flipped him, ground into him, chewed hard on his nips, which sent him into orbit. We kissed incredibly intensely. But I could not get into the groove. More ass-eating, more face fucking, more grinding, another erection, back in the hole, and I was able to pound him with decently long strokes this time, from behind, with him twisted back to look at me and kiss me and give me more access to his right nip, which he wanted worked HARD. Honestly, he felt so sensual against my body, I just wanted to lay on top of him and kiss him for an hour. I dicked him as best I could till I felt myself going limp again. Egad. I got on my back and told him to suck me again, slowly. He was not at all squeamish about servicing my tool after I'd fucked him with it. That incredibly shapely muscular back, those heartbreaking mounds shining in the dim light, those muscular shoulders, that fucking face, looking at me endlessly for approval! I was five feet above my body, it was too much. I got more and more excited, and told him to slow down, but almost simultaneously something in me made me grab his head and fuck my dick into his skull-- which he seemed to love-- and just fire all my frustrated spunk into him. He gulped me me thirstily with muscular motions of his tongue, massaging my entire tool as my orgasm rode away with my body, leaving me forlornly in the dust, whining, "I didn't get to fuck him right!" Very much like Ultra Meat, he gave me a quick appraising look when I had stopped firing, to see if he should drop my dick, and I gently tapped the back of his head, covered with short, coarse, salt-and-pepper hair, indicating he should just go back down, and he closed his eyes, turned slightly to the side, and using my hairy thick thigh as a pillow, suckled at my soft but still swollen meat while he stroked his own dick, which was now very hard and very pretty. His chest was wide and open to my touch. I pulled and twisted his nips, and he cradled my other extended leg against his body and looked up at me again. I nodded and grinned and told him he was a beauty, and grazed my hands over his lightly fuzzy, toned chest, with those long hard protruding nipples. And instantly his back arched and he said, muffled by my tool, "I'm gonna cum!" and he did, all over my calf. Hot jets. His face was unbelievably radiant at this point of climax; his body was on fire and alive. He let go of my dick and vocalized his pleasure until he was done ejaculating. We lay together a little bit, laughing and saying in various ways that it was really good. I of course was overwhelmed with a kind of shame that I couldn't get fully hard for very long and squandered this first contact with his beauty. I told him I hadn't gotten off since Tuesday and was very pent-up. He didn't seem to care, happy to have my cum inside him even if it was just his stomach. I tossed him a dirty t-shirt to clean up with-- "Sorry, this is ghetto, but here," I said-- and we talked idly about work and so on. I offered him some water, and we talked about my apartment, which he really liked, and our plans to fix it up. We kissed a few more times, though I mostly felt shy. He seemed genuinely to want to get together again, alluding to it twice before he left. So we'll see. I'm very funny this way. There is just a certain kind of male attractiveness that to me is not even of this world; it's like I'm not even the same species as these guys. They're the most attractive to me, but the hardest for me to actually enjoy having sex with. It's not that he was inept sexually, as many beautiful men are-- it's that he made ME inept. I lost myself and could not be in the moment. The clock seemed to indicate that we were fucking for almost 40 minutes, but it flew by and seemed more like 15. It is rather like being handed a million dollars and watching it all slip through your hands and down into a sewer grate. Meanwhile I have amazing, intense, connected sex with guys I'm barely attracted to. Crazy. We could try to hook up again, I dunno. The Bulgarian who he reminds me of asked me over three times, and is still into me years after I moved away, occasionally making petulant comments on Facebook about how I didn't fuck him or hang out with him enough, but every time I went to his place I had the same problem. Once we spent an hour and a half in bed, with me stroking his body and eating his ass and grinding into him until he was in a kind of trance, and at no point did I get harder than a stiffy. There's just something off in my wiring, in my genetic makeup. I gave up with the Bulgarian eventually. I wonder what the antidote is? More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Super Bowl Sunday found me at a BBQ/fundraiser/sex party in Silver Lake. These guys generously open up their home to strangers like me on a few special occasions throughout the year. The game played on a big screen in their backyard covered patio adjoining a play area with gloryholes and slings, but sex play was extended into their bedrooms, balcony and a living room where I thought the furniture was too good to fuck on, though that didn't stop my fellow cockhounds. A shortish bear in glasses with a thick stubby dick who's fucked me twice (once, sheathed in the basement of Master TomFister's place in the Castro and another time in a now demolished sex venue in SOMA) barebacked a short sexy Latino I recognized from Barebackrt in the kitchen. Watching them get it on was hot, eventhough fucking in the kitchen personally never worked for me. The Latin cutie was atypical, though...this wasn't the West Hollywood crowd; this was the East Hollywood crowd, just guys tending to beardom...not many cell phone queens, steroid queens, gymbots or Andrew Christian types here. I found the crowd earnest but not into fucking somebody they didn't know already. As a matter of fact, though there was some energetic barebacking here and there, but it concerned only guys who knew each other, or at least that's how it seemed to me. In short, this was mostly an oral crowd with lots of cocksucking going on everywhere except the patio where an unwritten rule was universally observed. So with all this cocksucking going on all around, I didn't get more than a couple of feel-ups the whole time I had my ass in the sling. I got a lot of interested looks, but that was about it. As I drove home, I pondered why not one guy even tried to fuck me. Come on, I was one of the easiest fucks there, and I made that pretty obvious. It finally struck me, that since this was an older crowd, and quite possibly not exclusively bareback, with probably a good percentage of negatives, they weren't going to take any chances with a pig slut like me who obviously was ready to take it from any warm, moving thing. I qualify the 'older' comment because I understand that HIV conversions have substantially declined among older guys, while rising among younger dumb fucks. That's how I pegged this crowd, football fans or not, as wise, experienced, wary but convinced that I was an uninhibited, non-discriminating, unprincipled pig bottom. Ah, yeah, and guilty as hell. Anyway, these hosts put on a great party, they were gracious and the food was great. Did I mention that $20 got you in...it was a fundraiser, of course...but you got unlimited food (probably catered from a restaurant, it was that good) and beer. A cocksucker's paradise; a bareback bottom's desert. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... It had been awhile since I’d had a good fuck. Not since my 10” buddy really, and I was a bit horny. Plus, sex plans I had made with a guy I like fell through— again— so I really needed some. It was the Super Bowl and I was going out of my mind with the need for cock, so I got online. Naturally nothing panned out— until I went on Scruff. Immediately I was hit up by a hot, stocky, bearded, shaved head daddy type. He was nearby at a party, but was heading out soon. I invited him over. Turns out he’s really quite handsome, with a nice thick 7” Cock. And even better? He’s bi!! He has a girlfriend waiting at home, but he was at a work function Super Bowl thing. Alone. And he was needing ass. It’s always the bi ones that are true pigs. He sucked cock and ate my ass like it was a vegas buffet. He even brought his own poppers! I worked his dick too— and from the sounds and feedback he was giving, he hadn’t had a decent blowjob in awhile. Then he had me on my back and was rubbing his big knob up and down my asscrack. I begged him to put the tip in. He paused and asked if I had any condoms. “Not handy,” I told him. He kept rubbing and we both did more poppers. Then his cock slipped inside. Bare. Once that step had been taken, it was game on. We lubed up better and fucked like animals. On my back. Doggy. Standing. To finish he pulled me up into a seated position over him and had me ride him. He asked for me to spit on him while I worked his dick with my ass. I did. This drove him wild and he started bucking up into me. I spit again and he grabbed my hips and his cock spit deep into my ass. While he was still thrusting and cumming, I jacked furiously and came all over his chest and stomach. As we calmed down, he asked me if I would lick up my jizz and snowball it back to him. Naturally I did. i fed it into his mouth with slow, wet kisses. He loved it. Bisexual Fuckin’ pig. Then he rinsed off and started the drive home to his girl. He promised we would fuck again. I look forward to it. Natu More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I told him 30 was too young for me, but in reality, his weight was not in proportion to his height. I wasn't going to make him feel bad about that. Though 30 is usually my threshold for age. I like them older than that still. Always have. He insinuated it was his skin color that made me initially reject him. That was not the issue. The guy was persistent - as he contacted me through A4A. He wasn't my "type" but he had an impressive rod, which is kind of my type. ..and like I said, he was persistent, coming back to me even after I rejected him. His email that day was that it's like he had taken Viagra because his cock would not go down at all. I started formulating a way to get him to fuck me that would be appealing to me as well. I thought I had it, but you know how that goes. I told him I would leave the door open and I would have my ass up. The idea was for him to just fuck it and I wouldn't necessarily have to make eye contact at all. Head down. Ass up. Black cock. White ass. Zip up and leave. He was down with that idea. I saw him pull up, I dropped my pants in anticipation. But like all plans, they are never executed to the degree we'd like. His Viagra-like dick was limp, so much for that bravado. He needed / wanted help getting it up, which meant me turning around, seeing him and getting on my knees to blow him - all things I wasn't really wanting to do with this guy. But a faggot must do what he must do. Down to my knees, avoiding as much eye contact as possible, I sucked his dick. It took him a lot longer to get up than his talk would lead one to believe. I'm not sure he was all that. His cock in pictures was impressive but soft it was not. Even when I did get it hard, however he was taking the pics made it seem bigger and thicker than it was. It wasn't bad, but it was not what he was advertising - such is life. Eventually we got him hard enough for me to go back to bending over the desk. He was a decent fuck after we finally got to that point. He kept talking about his bare dick and fucking my ass. He kept talking about his big black cock. I egged him on about it being 'dark meat'. Honestly, I wanted him to say the 'n' word when referring to his meat. I know I could never start that conversation, but could participate if he brought it up first. He didn't. I don't know why that can be such a hot scene, if all are into it and become comfortable with the word in a certain setting - but it was not meant to be. The fuck lasted about 10 minutes. With one final shove he shot his seed into my ass. He continued to move about in there, making sure his load was in me; stayed in me. Naturally, he let his cock soften enough to slide out. There was no pulling back of the hips to withdraw it. When he was out, there was no rush for him. He stood looking at me still bent over, slapping my ass and telling, to no one in particular, that his black babies were up in my ass. And they were. He wants to come back....but we'll see. Should I let him? More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Seminal Experiences... It's that time again. Have started numbering them, so it's easier to keep count. Wednesday: Load 34 - Married bear daddy. with a PA this time. He used me hard and made my hole orgasm on his pierced uncut cock. We talked about inviting more tops over, and he seemed amenable. Thursday Load 35 - The red headed construction worker gave me his third load of the week. Hosted at my place, and damn if he didn't surprise me by making out, rimming my ass, and really being a great sweet lay. His load felt great in me at work. Friday Load 36- The nervous married daddy came through the door. He was as hot as his pics indicated.. rugged, balding, masculine. "I never done this before.", he said. I nodded sagely.. well I've heard that before. I unzipped his fly and went down on his nice 8 inch cut cock. He got hard and started fondling my ass. "Got a rubber?" he said. Oh fuck, I'm screwed I thought. I just politely said no, and offered him my ass anyway. Greased up his pole, took a hit of poppers and slid slowly down him. Bareback of course, as nature intended. "Where should I cum? I won't last long.." I silently took another hit of poppers and let my inner muscles go to work. He groaned and flooded me with married fatherly cum. He had all his clothes on, pants not even below his ass. He quickly zipped up and left. I was happy. It was the start of a good day. Load 37- He met me at his place in his towel and bathrobe. Early 40's, short, tattooed, bald, shaved smooth, and right out of the shower. We got to business shortly - him sitting on the couch, toking his weed as I sucked his 7 inch uncut dick. He tried to get me hard but he wasn't doing it for me. Finally he got to the point where he was hard and ready. Spit lubed, I impaled myself on him. He continued to smoke and watch old cartoons on TV as he used me. He bred me silently within minutes but kept using me until the show was over and his soft dick slipped out of me. Load 38 - Business daddy came by for a pump and dump. I didn't tell him about all the loads but I did tell him about the married one. He held my hair and fucked me hard, suit still mostly on, as he bred the third load of the day into me. Load 39 - I had a predictament. About an hour after business daddy leaves, red headed construction worker wants to come over. I'm a total dripping cunt at this point, and I don't want to scare him off being newly bi and all that. I consult with a daddy off the internet, and take matters into my own hands. I hungrily eat the collected load out of my hole, and revel in what an experience I've become. I eat most, but not all of it out. I leave a little in there, just to see what construction daddy thinks. He arrives nonethewiser, and pummels my hole with vigor. He doesn't eat me out this time, but that's good because his cock upon entry is covered in the juices of all the men before me. (Apparently I didn't eat out as much as I thought.) He fucks me even harder tho - wet sloppy flesh noises echo through the room - and grunts and cums hugely in me. I jack off wildly when he leaves, fingering my four load hole. There isn't much better for a bottom boy like me. Saturday Load 40 - A skinny balding craiglist jock twink surprises me by actually showing up. He's much cuter than his picks, and hot and hung. Barebacks and breeds me without question, rims and takes some bad pics. He's nice and I think, schedule permitting, he'll be a regular. I make the mistake of letting my cumhole drive me, and go meet an old daddy without pics off bbrt. He's, frankly, strangely disgusting, but wants me to take pics of him. I do, but man, he can't even get it up. I feed him the aging jock load from my hole and get out of there. I do send him the pics, but feel upset at myself for being such a whore. Monday This day was a comedy of errors. I met red headed daddy again, but he was pretty tapped out and couldn't get it out after a weekend of blowjobs and the like. He felt pretty bad, and gave me a pretty awesome suck off, complete with swallowing my load. I tried meeting a "49" year old daddy at his airport hotel, but damn if he wasn't more like 69. I don't mind them mature - I grew up on grampa dick - but I kind of like truth in advertising. Again, he couldn't get it hard, and though I rode him well and he forcefully fucked my skullfucked me on the floor, the throat load barely registered as real cum. Lastly I met the tattoo'd short hot squat daddy. It was a really nice time, but he too couldn't get it hard. He didn't fail to disappoint me though - he got me rock solid and took my load up his hole. He suprised me by urging me to felch it out.. and I did. I immediately got hard again, and fucked a second much slower load into him. So yeah, I tried to bottom and ended up cumming with my dick three times. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today was one of those days where despite my best efforts of setting up a good fuck, and going to the trouble of also setting up a promising backup, I almost went without ass completely and basically ended up with a consolation prize: a pathetically quick juicing-up of a Not As Cute As Picture latin guy who had porked up a bit but had a party-favor dong, at least 9", that had me drooling. And even that almost didn't happen once I arrived at his Chelsea sty, as I'll explain in a bit, so after a day of frustration I guess I'm lucky I got off at all. But I'm still finding that everyone I get with in 2013 takes my cum! And that's something. I guess. But for the curious, here are the gory details of the day's disappointments. The primary supposed fuck is a very well-built, good-looking guy who has chased me before, having me call him up on the phone a couple of years ago and talking my ear off, first about how I look just like his high school english teacher and then about all kinds of nonsense in his life, while I sat there patiently with my dick in my hand waiting for him to finally tell me it was time to go over and ejaculate inside him. After a half an hour of yammering he decided it was getting too late and in subsequent days he seemed to lose interest, but kept me on his buddy list or whatever. He's one of those people who suddenly reactivated when I changed my pictures on all the hookup sites. He chased me for days and I was hesitant to encourage him, thinking he was a bit of a wacko, but he was so believable about thinking I'm hot (I'm not) that I let my defenses down, and told him I might be able to swing by after my volunteer stint in midtown. He wouldn't keep things vague when I said I'd text him when I was free, and told me the place he was staying-- a hotel, inexplicable to me as he is local or at least lives in Queens, but who knows, maybe this is a Manhattan sex vacation for him. And he insisted on getting my number too. I decided that all meant he was truly for real, and he periodically sent me messages through the day telling me how he was looking forward to it, and did I like to drink anything special or would I like him to make me a panini or something with this special sandwich maker he has? This was a little too much! I told him no thanks on all that, that I'd just want to get my hands on him as soon as I got there so just wear some nice-fitting clothes and tight colored briefs underneath so I could kiss him and touch him through his clothes and unwrap him slowly before I fuck the hell out of him. And maybe he could make me a panini after that. "DONE!" he bellowed. I began to wonder if he was just on drugs. So as an emergency backup I wrote a cute guy on Scruff who also claims he wants me to shoot some of my giant jets of cum in him, asking if he'd be around tonight. He said he was having dinner with friends but should be done by 9. And he gave me HIS number. I had two numbers, and an actual address, and a possible free post-fuck panini! I felt golden! By 4pm or so, Panini Dude was begging me not to hate him because his grandfather suddenly died and could we do it some other time and he'd make it up to me if I let him and he'd bought special underwear and lube and EVERYTHING but he was on his way to JFK and would be gone till next week. This seemed very unlikely (although, my brother-in-law dropped dead several years ago on the day I was supposed to hook up with someone, and I had to make a similar excuse, though I was so distraught I barely said anything except there had been a death and I had to leave town. I certainly didn't beg him "not to hate me" as that would be crazy. And I didn't say I'd make it up to him because my brother-in-law had just died and I really didn't care about some dude on the internet who wanted to fuck.) So I'm calling bullshit on this dude, taking this as evidence that he really is on drugs, and that there was never going to be any fucking, much less a nice crusty panini, and I have half a mind to show up at the hotel anyway and jizz in his face when he opens the door. So. That left little bare bottom boy. I did my volunteer thing, then texted him. He replied quickly that he was having fun with his friends and wouldn't be able to hook up. There ya go! Honesty! I'd like to think having my dong thrust into you for an hour is preferable to gabbing with a bunch of queens over kale salad on 10th Avenue, but that's just me. At least he had the balls to say something real. So now I am all loaded up with no one to squirt in. I went to dinner and looked through some sites on my phone. I saw All American Bottom online. We'd exchanged friendly hellos over the weekend when I saw he'd checked out my profile out of the blue-- just seeing him in my track list made my dick hard, and we both agreed we look forward to fucking again-- and he's just blocks from where I volunteer. But I don't want to turn into Tuesday Night's Dick with him. I need to keep things fresh with him. Can't fuck him too often or I'll lose that spark. So I didn't hit him up. But thinking about fucking him made me NEED to get my dick in someone. I was starving so I ate a mediocre $14 hamburger and began chatting with this guy on BBRTs with a gigantic tool. He says he's a top but he wanted me to "breed" him. He said we'd talked before-- I honestly didn't remember. His body was nice and muscular in his pics, and his ass was very meaty and the dick was fucking insane. His face was not too shabby either. I told him I could swing by in a half hour after my food settled a bit. He said take your time. I did, and I ended up getting to his place pretty late. Well, his place was a wreck, crap everywhere, terrible lighting, weird, weird bed about 4 feet tall crammed up against a wall. Ugh, the places I go to get my rocks off. I couldn't decide if he was cute or not. I was very tired. It was very late. We kissed some and I felt his ass, which was plump and round but just way too big. I felt his wang and it was soft but defffffinitely seemed promisingly meaty. My own dick, however, was barely a clitoris at this point, thoroughly retracted into my bush after huffing up four flights of stairs on a full stomach to the shock of disappointment. Bravely, I pulled it out and pushed him to his knees and told him to suck it. He was perhaps understandably not enthusiastic. I'm always a grower, not a shower, almost to the point of embarrassment. And I wasn't growing; he gave barely-there head that was not going to help me get hard, and seemed like he was completely grossed out by having this little worm thrust into his face. So I pulled him up to me, and felt him up a bit-- his dick had swollen a tiny bit but was still totally soft. I figured I'd cut my losses. "I'm sorry, it's late, I think I'm too tired," I said. "Yes," he said, glancing down, "I think it's not working." I got dressed and we talked a little. He suddenly started looking cuter to me; maybe part of my mind was playing tricks on itself, but I started really thinking maybe I should stay and give it a whirl. I kept thinking about the dick. (I'm a top, but I'm still gay, and I love a big beautiful dick.) We kissed a bit more as I was saying good bye, and he touched my face and said "You are so handsome." I put down my bag, put my hands on his shoulders, and said, "If you're patient, maybe I can make it work." He looked shy and demurred and mumbled he had to call his sister in Denver. I kissed him some more and stuck my hand in his pants and felt his schlong. "Denver is two hours behind," I said. "Yes, there is that," he said, putting his own hands in MY pants. And we both started getting hard, standing in his rat's nest of a kitchen full of photography supplies, feeling each other's dicks and making out. His quickly grew to the promised 9 inches, for real. My own dick, now fully tumescent and as fat and meaty as it ever got, looked like some sort of Fisher Price toy penis compared to his. I got on my knees and blew him blissfully. Absolutely gorgeous cock, cut (unlike most Latinos), beautifully proportioned and tubular and straight, gorgeous fleshy dickhead, very good-sized nuts to complement it. He kept pushing it down into my throat, and I can do that ok though I was stuffed with hamburger and told him to keep that at a minimum if he could. He smiled and indulged me. I didn't need this stupid day to end with me blowing chunks all over his wang. We went to the crazy tall bed and I tried to make him suck me some more but that was clearly not his thing. Oh well. I pushed him over on the bed, made him get up there on all fours, and ate his ass a bit-- I think he had douched with something that smelled medicinal. Ay chihuahua. But I held his giant dong while I licked between his ample cheeks and my dick got hard and oozy. There is nothing like holding a humongous tool in your hand while you eat out the ass it is connected to, even if it reeks of eucalyptus. I figured there was no time like the present; it was time to deliver the gooey shipment. I stood up, pushed him further back on the bed and turned him to face longways, hopped up on top of him, and pushed into him with one stroke. He fucked back into me immediately. This is not usually something I like in a bottom, but tonight I decided just to give up and let him fuck himself with my dick. So I just put my hands on my hips and basically watching him bang me in reverse until my penis was spasming inside him and releasing all that cum. "Did you cum, did you cum?" he asked, and I told him yes, and he fucked himself for a few more minutes, letting my dick slosh around in its own ejecta. I occasionally thrust into him so he could feel my whole length, such as it was compared to his own. And then I slapped his back, pulled my dick out, and said, "Now you can call your sister in Denver! Can I wash up a bit?" He told me sure, and I soaped up my tool and rinsed and dried it and put it away for the night. We chatted amiably about his photography career while I finished getting dressed. And I was on my way. Another Chelsea debacle. You guys are supposed to be keeping me from hooking up in Chelsea! You're doing a terrible job. Anyway, I came in another dude. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... Last night, a fuck buddy of mine rcc226(BBRT) was getting gangbanged in hollywood, it was only for an hour, when i got there, there were 3 tops there, one was jacking off, while one fucked his mouth and ass, the top kept fucking him and shot a load in his hole, I went in after him, and fucked his hole, he had 7 loads in his ass, the strong smell of cum hit my nose like the most potent brand of poppers, I was intoxicated from the smell, and the tops cheering me on made me fuck him harder. He kept saying that he loved it, I pulled out the the other tops and I took turns tagging his jock butt. After another top pulled out, I ate the cum from his loosened hole. I kept fucked him, pulling out, and jacking off. I told him to beg for my cum, he told me at the point he knew who was fucking him. I kept nailing him until I fired off a load deep in his hole, which the other tops used. I just asked him and all in all, 15 loads were shot in his ass at the gangbang, his goal for the night was ten. Always great when you get more than you asked for. More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... Finally a hot pic taken by one of anonymous tops before dumping his toxic seed in my faggot hole. I love the view from the above-priceless. Love the markings of loads dumped in that hole and graffiti by several tops. This pic summarized everything I live for and what I love. My signature pose blindfolded on all fours head down and ass up in a jock poppered up lubed up, and ready to take any seed Best pose for breeding, gorgeous ass, and perfect hole for fucking. I myself get hard looking at it. I am born to give up my ass! BREED THIS CUNT!- the pic screams. More (many of his blog posts have video)...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here 'Deviant' was his screen name. I knew nothing good could come of it. But engaging someone with that handle was kind of the point, no? He had shared some of his xtube posts, and while he was probably nastier than he showed in his vids, he had a side that curbed his edge. 41, 5'9", 160, Hispanic. His cock was about 6.5" and fairly thin and cut. He had tatts on his chest and arms. His chest and arms were smooth. During my work travels, he was nearby and we exchanged messages via certain hook-up applications, but we could never quite get the timing right. ....until my second to last trip to this area. Because of my schedule, I had to arrive on a Sunday - which left me the entire afternoon wide open...and he happened not only to be on-line, but two miles away finishing his workout at the gym. A nice bonus for me. He agreed to come over, but for all his previous videos and chat, he was feeling quite tame, telling me he wanted to lay back and for me to blow him until he shot on his abs and chest and then have me lick it off. I'm not one to argue such an arrangement, but that was not what I was thinking we'd be doing. I'm also one that would or could try to manipulate the situation as well. So, I went down and licked his dick and I sucked him like an expert would do. I went to his nuts and lovingly tongued them, licked the, sucked them and put them in my mouth. But I always find the best way to get their attention is to go under their nuts, work their taint and slide my tongue to their hole, even if - or especially if - they are a top. It always revs their engine. In between, I complimented his cock and how good it would feel in me....up my ass. He didn't disagree. Maybe I was playing him. Maybe he was playing me - getting me to ask for it. The end result was, I was going to get fucked. With me on my back, Deviant (I never got a first "real" name), slide his cock into my hairy hole. Nice latin uncovered cock. Whatever reservations he might have had about fucking me were clearly gone. I don't think he really had them, but I can play the game. The man had in me in every position. We started out with me on my back, but at some point he was propped up on pillows and I rode that Hispanic meat for all it was worth. The longer we went on, the nastier his verbal skills became. For the final act, I was on my belly, on the bed, with Deviant behind me, really putting it to me. If there were guests on either side of me, or walking down the hall, there was little charade as to what was going on in my room on the third floor. He kept asking me what he was doing. "Fucking my ass, Sir!" Then he kept asking what I wanted. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to breed me". TELL me what you want, he'd demand. "I want your fucking load up my hole". He'd ask specifically what I wanted, and I told him - making assumptions: "I want your dirty seed up my ass". That is when he buried in me and screamed, "you better say 'thank you!'". He groaned. He moaned. He said inaudible things. All the while he was pumping his sperm up my hole. Over and over, just barely loud enough to hear - I thanked him. More...

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To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Tried out a new guy yesterday. He's got some WICKED oral skills; truly one of the best cocksuckers out there. I'll definitely be back. On another note, I've got two "parties" coming up. Tomorrow night's is a mix of tops and bottoms, and Friday's is a gang bang with the tatted up, porn acting, muscle guy as the only bottom. Should be LOTS of fun. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here We hooked up again last weekend. He told me when we exchanged messages that he had a stomach upset and couldn't take a fist. But he really wanted to get inside me again. So maybe there wasn't quite the same sizzle this time round. But I was really turned on. Just like last time we started by making out, before I bent him over and pushed my tongue into his hole. The taste, the texture, the look and feel of his lean back ... it gets me horned up, fast. When I dig my fingernails into his nipples it's clear he wants to be made my bitch. Within a few minutes I was raw dicking him again, just with spit. He's a natural sub. And can take pain. Last time I used the talon tit clamps on him. They hurt like fuck. I did the same again. Put his hands on his head. Got him to look in my eyes as I slowly released the clamp onto his nipple. Listened to him his, watch his face contort. He didn't complain or try to stop me. I gave him a minute to settle then started playing with the chain. He hissed again. I made him watch while I put the other clamp on my tit. Then wrapped my arms around him and pulled him hard against me. He was whimpering as the pressure bit but still opened his mouth for my tongue. I reached down to check: his dick was rigid. I kept pulling him closer, chest against chest, as he squirmed and whimpered with the pain of the clamp. Then let go, pushed him back the length of the chain while I looked him in the eyes. He yelped when I eventually took the clamp off but leant into me to kiss again. We lay down for a while, talking. touching, making out. I now forget the sequence. All I remember is that at some point we were squatting on the floor, facing each other, I had the clamps back on with the chain joining us, and his dick was hard and oozing precum. He kept telling me he hated the talon clamp but his dick was telling the truth. At some point I pulled myself forward, put my feet behind his back, lifted myself up and slid my hole down onto his dick. He looked anxious and after half a minute asked about a condom. I just said I didn't want him to cum in me. I fucked myself on his dick for a few minutes, both of us hard and leaking, before I lifted myself off. After a break we ended up in the sling room. I wanted to try for more depth. I got him to slide a long thing double-head dong up into me as far as I could take it. Then got him to use his hand, pushing his fingers up as deep as he could. For someone who a couple of weeks ago had insisted he never topped he was having a helluva lot of fun. We played for half an hour until I started to get a bit tender and called a halt. We ended up back in the other room where, a little while later, I fucked him while jacking him. We came at the same time, him blowing a load in my hand while I blew in his hole. I have to say it's great sex. The combination of sweet (all the kissing, touching, cuddling) and savoury (the pain stuff, the fist, the punk fucking) is a huge turn-on. The fact that he's poz and infectious ... not sure what part that plays. Anyhow he makes my dick hard like no-one else I've had sex with in a long time. And it seems to go both ways: he says he hardly ever gets hard, but the way I hurt him seems to make his dick go rigid. I told him i want to cane him. He says he would take it. More...

Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... Took 9 anonymous pump and dump loads on my hotel room, in my SIGNATURE pose: all fours, face down, ass up, blindfolded, jockstrapped, poppered and lubed up. Got 9 big loads in my cunt. Guys marked by back as well. Here is the result. Coming soon: CUMDUMP party updates. More (many of his blog posts have video)...