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Click here to see original blog post on Diary of a Cumslut... I just got gangbanged at the park, bareback, in the middle of the afternoon. I was doing my usual, cruising the park with my fuck-me jeans, hole pre-lubed, trying to get men to fuck me. It was a little slow so I was just hanging out in one of my usual fuck spots. I stand with my back toward the trail and whenever I hear someone approach, I don't look back, but just bend over, exposing my hole. Two guys walked by and weren't interested but a third, a stalky latino, took the bait. I love latino cocks. He didn't waste anytime and began feeling my asshole, sliding his fingers inside. I heard his zipper unzip and I turned around and took his cock in my mouth. Yum, a big, fat, uncut latino. I sucked him long enough to get him hard, then turned around and spread my ass. I looked back and he was taking a condom out of his pocket. "No condoms. I only fuck bareback.", I said. He grinned, put the condom away, and bent me over the tree. He positioned himself behind me and began to fuck me slowly. He fucked me for awhile, increasing his pace, ,and grabbed my hips and slammed into me with a grunt, emptying his balls inside me. He pulled his cock out of me with a plop, cum pouring out onto the leaves below. "Want more?", he asked? "Hell yes", I replied. I repositioned myself by kind of lying on a branch, on my back, and putting my legs up on another branch above me. It was actually perfect and sort of simulated a sling. My legs were spread, asshole totally exposed to the world and my latino entered me again. He entered me again, fucking his cock deep into my raw hole using his own cum as lube! I love men that can cum more than one because, let's be honest, I care more about their cum than anything else. As he was fucking me, another man walked up the trail to where I was. When he saw the action he immediately pulled his cock out and began jerking it, watching me. He was an older white man with a large cock. I just stared at his cock as my latino pumped load #2 into my bare hole. The latino pulled out and I never even looked at him again. He had done his job and I only cared about the next guy, the older stranger jerking his cock. As the latino left, I remained in place on the branch with my legs up, ass hole exposed from my fuck-me jeans, hole dripping two loads out of it. I motioned for the old guy to come fuck me. He didn't need much encouragement and moved in to take the place of the latino who just used me. When he walked up, he shoved two fingers into my sloppy hole and then, looking into my eyes, scooped some cum out of my ass and fed it to me with an evil grin. He grabbed his cock at the base and shoved the full length of his cock up my butt. His big, veiny cock felt so good sliding into my waiting hole. "Fuck yeah", I moaned encouragingly. He kept eye contact with me the entire time. Staring deep into my eyes as his raw cock penetrated my ass, he slid his cock in and out while grabbing my nipples and grunting. He was definitely not attractive, but he had a big cock and knew how to use it. My ass was making sloshing noises and air was farting out of my ass as my stranger continued to fuck me. I feel like such slut when my sloppy ass gets so noisy. I love it. I love being nothing but a dirty cumdump for strange men. The older guy announced that he was cumming, and grabbed my hips and pushed his entire cock inside me and held me as he shook and moaned, unloading his seed deep into my guts. He pulled his cock out after he finished shaking and I heard cum pour out of me and onto the leaves below. He turned and walked away just as quickly as he appeared, retreating back into the depths of the brush. Maybe he was going back to work Maybe he was going home to his wife? Who cares, I'll probably never see him again, but I have his DNA inside me forever, soaking into the walls of my fuckhole, keeping my hole slick and lubed up for the next guy. I gave him a warm hole to unload in and he gave my hole more lube to better serve the next man. It's a win-win. Normally, at this point I would have gotten down from my makeshift sling, but I didn't. I stayed in this position. Legs spread open, facing the trail so that anyone who walked up the trail would be greeted by my open and willing fuckhole oozing three loads. It was so fucking hot to just lay there, totally exposed in broad daylight, in a public park, waiting like a bitch in heat for any man to come fuck me. A few minutes later I saw a man walking toward me through the brush. My heart started pounding. As he came around the bend, we made eye contact and I could tell he was a bit shocked. He walked up to me with a look of disgust, looked at my hole peeing out of my ripped jeans and said, "Jesus, you're fucking disgusting!" and he walked away. I was fucking humiliated! i felt so gross, like a piece of trash, and I loved it! I am fucking disgusting. To most people in the world I represent the bottom of the barrel. A disgusting faggot with a serious sex addiction and no care in the world for my own health or wellbeing. A filthy whore who's only concern in life is to get fucked in the nastiest, dirtiest way possible. A human being that's been reduced to nothing more than a sperm receptacle. If my friends and family knew what I did in my free time, they'd be horrified... but I think it's perfectly normal. It actually turns me on more than anything else has ever turned me on before. I crave it. I am consumed by it, and the men who breed me really appreciate it. A few minutes another man approached. He had a hoodie and sunglasses on, his clothes looked a little dirty and I thought that perhaps he was homeless. He saw me there and walked up to me. He didn't say a word, just pulled down his sweats to expose an average length, but thick cock with a big mushroom head. He pressed the big tip against my waiting hole and just teased it a bit. Rubbing his cock head into my oozing butt. He was lubing up is cock with the loads dripping out of me. As he was teasing my hole, a large black man approached us and immediately pulled out his giant black cock. Those that have been following me know I have a certain weak spot for black cocks. They make me crazy. I was really excited to see his cock. We came around behind me and began running his fingers through my hair as the guy in the hoodie continued to tease my hole. "Fuck me, man, slide it in!", I begged the guy in the hoodie. He did as I requested and began pushing his cock into me. threw my head back in lust and the black guy behind me leaned over and began deep tongue kissing me. I closed my eyes and felt every inch of the fat mushroom head slide into me and enjoyed the deep tongue kissing my black stranger was giving me. The black guy stopped kissing me and began mangling my tits. I opened my eyes and noticed two more men were standing around me, jerking their cocks. A middle aged, overweight white guy, and a very older white guy. I looked up at the man in the hoodie who was slowly sliding his cock in and out of me. I could see myself in his reflective glasses. I could see the lust in my face as I was getting publicly used. What happened over the next half hour can only be described as heaven. The four men each took their turn fucking my raw boy hole. Unloading their sperm into me as I laid helpless, up in a makeshift sling, legs spread open, taking everything that came my way. They called me every name in the book, spitting on me, telling me I was going to get pregnant, laughing at me, and making fun of me. I fucking loved every second of it. they seemed to play off each other and encourage each other to be more nasty and more insulting to me. I deserved everything I got. I should be ashamed of myself. I'm in a public park during the day wearing jeans with a hole cut out of the ass letting strangers take turns barebacking me and filling my ass with their cum. They finished one by one and disappeared back into the woods the same way they entered. It was getting dark and my ass was numb and gaped open. My legs were shaky when I got down and I could feel the cum running down my leg and out of my ass. I had just been bred by 7 strangers and let them all unload in me. I felt so fulfilled and content. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I know I don't top much - and you know it too. So it "worries" me a little that this is my 3rd or 4th time I fucked a guy this year! Clearly, it is out of the norm, but I do what I do. It gives you something new to read about anyways. Actually, this happened weeks ago, I'm just getting around to writing about it now. He was visiting from Washington state. A hairy handsome man I wanted so badly to bone me. I wasn't looking for the other way around. That is why I went to down to his hotel. Well...and because he looked like this. Well, he had a full beard, close cropped head of hair. Furry body. Dirty mind. And looked good in a suit - or so the picture he sent me said. He was also handsome as fuck. He gave me his room number and I knocked. He answered, though he was a little shorter than I expected. I expected a more imposing man, but he was a good 5" shorter than my 6'2" frame. He (I never got a name) went right for me. Pawing at my chest and my crotch, all the while trying to kiss me. With just a t-shirt, shorts and sandals on, I was naked in a few seconds It was then he told me he is usually a top but was in the mood to only bottom. I felt duped, as I'm thinking he knew this from the get-go. I'm not big on guy who deceive just to get someone in the door. I've walked out on those scenes before. But fuck, he was hot. Nice face, nice body, great cock and yes, a great ass. He sucked me. I sucked him. All of the sudden, he flipped me on my back with his hard 8" right at my hole. I hoped. I prayed. I wished. The ferocity in his eyes made me think I might get fucked and it would be a merciless one. But he backed off. Fuck, I thought. And not in that good way. I could not deny that my cock was like steel. I made him scoot up over my chest and then I went to town on his ass with my mouth. He moaned like a little bitch. They all do. I have a great tongue. Most of the guys I do that to rarely get rimmed. I'm guessing this was not one of those guys. He claimed to be almost all top, with just some moments of bottoming. I think it was probably more the other way around. I wanted to do this face to face. The few fucks I have had were from behind or through a gloryhole. No faces. He was too handsome not to see. It was he who denounced condoms. I didn't need to be told or asked twice. I didn't have one. Nor did he. I wasn't walking out at this point. It was on. I have a big dick. Bigger and thicker than his. I slid in with no problem. Very little resistance. "Mostly top", my ass. But I could see the longing in his eyes and I kept sinking in. Not fast, but not slow. Steady and consistent. He didn't ask me to stop of slow down. I'm not sure I would have at that point, had he. If it were my ass being fucked I would have been in a giving mood - but now that I was doing the fucking, I was not really willing to take requests. Tops over the years have taught me well. His ass was mine. He talked about my cock. I talked about my cock........and his ass. He was secondary now. Like I said, I learned through my years. The words that we exchanged were filthy, even vile. There was no taking them back, not that either of use seemingly wanted to. His poor fucking hotel neighbors and the housekeeping staff that was in the hall. I didn't care - I wasn't staying there.....nor was my name on the registry. Maybe it was the angle. Maybe it was the man. Maybe it was "experience" I've gotten this year. I was not so quick to cum. My other fucks probably lasted 5-10 minutes. This one was closer to 20. He was asking me to cum, but again, I wasn't taking requests. And I can't cum on command. I'm not that kind of guy. Fucking for me is mostly mental. Getting it up. Keeping it there. And going over the edge. For the most part, I stayed hard. Very hard. I had a moment or two, I won't lie. The last thing I wanted was to show weakness to this guy. Not now. I was following through. And I did. I didn't bother to tell him it was a two week load until it was spewing into his guts. He'd be losing my babies for the next day or so. He'd remember this trip for a while, though I doubt I would be his last before he checked out the next morning. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here The shelf-life of pornstars, sadly, is rarely longer than a couple of years. Porngrazers hitting the websites usually notice Somebody Interesting, so we follow Him, then for about a year, He's everywhere, eventually graduating to the better studios, assuming He didn't start at The Top. And then he slips, oh so gradually, into obscurity, so when someone brings up his name, you think...oh yeah, whatever happened to Him? So when Somebody you really enjoy watching, fades away into the archives of porn, so philosophically concede...well, that's the way it is. So when a performer emerges from the archives of porn, a performer who was really Great, it's newsworthy for us porn aficionados. Fred Mayer shows a new public face in his edited profile on BarebackRT. It's the familiar body, lithe and sinewy but he's let his hair grow back, which is a good thing. That shaved head business on a skinny dude can make him look cadaverous. Well, wait...cadaverous is kind of a 'porn look,' especially among Euros, but Americans tend not to like it. But I digress. Fred is not American, of course, but a French Canadian. He had the best quality a porno bottom can have and that is: I like what I'm doing. All the great bottoms demonstrate this quality; Dawson, Christian, Damon Dogg among them. So Fred thought he needed to update his profile, and I guess the reason is that...he...is...a...Top. That's what it says, that's what he wrote. Great News indeed! Let's hope Fred returns to porn as a top, that would be fascinating. Anytime, Fred. Nothing would please us more than to have your pozdick up our asses. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Like every other bottom I know, I like to keep a load in my ass for as long as possible. Married bottoms may have the best deal, especially if they get fucked in a conjugal morning bed. Missy will tolerate, even enjoy possibly, her daily routine, if she's got a wad planted up there as she bakes, dusts or scrubs the toilet. Personally, I can't feel a blast of semen shot up my ass. And I seriously doubt a bottom who professes otherwise. 'Oh, I really felt that load!' I've heard that bullshit many times and it shows the influence of porn, for there's always somebody making that claim in just about every porno. I can tell when a top cums in my butt, butt not always. Like I said, I just don't actually feel it when it happens. Last Sunday night, I hosted a hung black daddy with whom I had been chatting for years, literally. We'd exchange teasers, we'd come close to hooking up, but something always got in the way. Finally, he made it to my place...it was all rather lucky as he happened to be in the neighborhood after moving to his new place just outside the San Francisco city limits...important because he can walk to the SF transit stop and the bus that can bring him to me. I'm going to hit him up as soon as I finish this entry, because I know from experience that lightning can indeed strike twice. Daddy fucked my ass with great style...that black mamba snake just plumbed my love canal in and out, up and down...and deposited a massive wad of cum up my toxic ass. I didn't feel it, like I said...I never do...but I sure as hell felt it hours later. I slept contentedly with that black cumload soaking my buttwalls all fuckin' night long. The next morning I had the urge to crap but I knew it was the cum...that pregnant feeling...you want to shit but with experience I've learned to recognize cum vs. shit...wow, I just realized what a ridiculous thing I just wrote...but well-traveled and well-cultivated bottoms know what I'm talking about. It's just fuckin' different and it can get uncomfortable...keeping a load of cum up your ass for hours, tightening your hole to keep it from leaking out...fighting back the urge to fart because what you will do is fart out the cum and it will be wet and if you're like me and don't wear underwear all the time, you'll have a damp cumstain on your sit down. Finally, I just had to let go as I had to get ready for work. I squatted and cupped my hand below my bumhole and shot the big, messy, gooey blob of seed...that it was planted by a free-wheelin', easy dealin' brutha, made it so much better...into my hand. But...my hand wasn't big enough. Try three big blobs of cum and man, I needed a fuckin' towel to wipe it all off. I have read about guys who've ridden motorcycles with cum up their asses (the late great porn icon Chris Burns made an art of this), delivered speeches at conventions (sadly, the load was donated by a colleague, not the bellman) cum-loaded, and similarly at a wedding...a porn tale come true...the best man got fucked by a groomsman (alas, not the groom). One wonders, as he navigates the commuter rush, how many fellow commuters are loaded up with cum. That leaves the lovely idea of sitting peacefully in a chapel pew listening to Fr. O'Twiddle's sermon on sin, sin, sin, with a nice fat, rich sperm deposit marinating in your ass. Oh well, that ain't gonna happen anytime soon. That would mean I'd have to figure out how to get into church without bringing it down. Men, plant your seed deep...bottoms, just shut the fuck up. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight I wanted some time to myself, after back-to-back event-packed evenings with family members since I've gotten to my home town-- I can only handle so much socializing before I get completely worn out. I imagined having a little dinner by myself, a nice drink on a patio somewhere, and maybe some quiet time with a book and a cup of coffee in a little bakery across town that is open late. But I actually neglected to bring any books on the flight; I read all the ones I bought recently while lying in bed during my kidney stone lost weekend. So I of course ended up cruising all the apps and sites while I ate my burger, and keeping it up at the quiet bar I had the cocktail at, to the point that I ran the battery into the 10% charged zone searching for some mellow oral service maybe. Almost on one was biting except one guy who was 400 feet away from me on Grindr while I had dinner, in a grocery store across the parking lot, apparently. He couldn't host. He didn't know a place to suck my dick outside (it's a beautiful night here, after a sweltering day-- perfect dick sucking weather). I gave up on him, then on everyone, and drove back to my sister's, intending to maybe just catch up on some work, or talk to her if she was home. But at the last turnoff before her house, I decided to pull over and check the sites again. And an oral sub had hit me up on adam4adam. Perfect! He was a little doughy and maybe 4 years older than me, but I kinda liked his face, which had a sort of dive-bar-house-band-musician look about it, with a goatee, long hair, and the inescapable traces of rather hard living in it. But I liked his face, with his intelligent eyes and rather large nose. And "oral sub" is always a turn on. So I told him I was looking for someone with stamina to edge me for as long as I could stand it. He replied saying he had great skill orally but was rather new to bottoming. I told him to text me if he wanted to suck my dick and drink my cum-- I added that my phone was about to die so it had to be arranged quickly. He instantly texted me, I instantly had the address, and within five minutes he was between my legs nuzzling my soft dick, trying to coax it into a hard cum-pistol. When I got to his place, he had some moody, atmospheric prog-rock sounding music blaring on the kind of excellent, top of the line sound system that makes you feel the song in your coccyx and solar plexus, and was fighting a big dog back at the door. The dog, like all dogs and most bottoms, was irresistibly drawn to my groin, instantly planting her nose in it and following me around the living room, then into the bathroom where I had to take a quick leak. I called out to the cocksucker, "Is this Japan playing, or Brian Ferry, or what?" I shook off my dick, buttoned up, and went out; the place was quite dark with candles burning here and there, and the air was full of incense. (Such a freaky scene --Rick James.) He was already naked and going into the bedroom. I followed, and he was on the bed; when I approached, he said, "It's David Sylvian." I pointed out that he was the lead singer in Japan. "Really?" he asked, skeptically. And then he grinned in the dark. "I think you are the first person to even know who he even is or recognize this music." I guess this is his usual fuck-music. I admit it was a rather nice choice. He had a giant king-sized bed with a bunch of buddha heads around. I pulled off my clothes, got into the bed, directed him between my legs, and he gave me a mighty fine blowjob, taking me from completely limp to throbbing hard. His hair was quite stringy, though; imagine getting blown by Van Halen-era Sammy Hagar (in fact he looked like a more handsome Sammy Hagar, now that I think about it). And while his body was probably no worse than mine, its doughiness and complete hairlessness was not all that appealing. But he had a monster schlong-- just a big fat beauty with a mouthwateringly fat dickhead crowning it. After a brief visit to his unexpectedly sensitive nips ("DO IT HARDER" he barked, so I DID IT HARDER) I went to town on his dick. He liked it. I do suck a nice dick when inspired. It was too long to get into my throat and about as fat as I can comfortably fit in my mouth-- just beautifully beautifully fat. We moved into a 69 position and I fucked my own dick into his head while taking splendid delight in this extremely hot big manly dick of his. God, what a nice fat dick. I wish I had one like that. Mine seemed rather puny in comparison. Well on the way to 8 inches and did I mention BEAUTIFULLY FAT? Anyway then I got him back between my legs, and watched his Sammy Hagar face work me up to orgasm, and I yelped as I was about to pop-- --and basically he gagged and my thin, jet-spraying cum began shooting out of his mouth; he let go of me and I was jizzing everywhere, and had to jerk myself through my orgasm. He was coughing but jerking himself pretty hard too; he managed to mumble "Sorry" before focusing completely on fisting that fantastic dong of his. My gooey dick was dangling in his face and he kept inching towards it hesitantly but irresistibly. I realized he just wasn't a swallower, and was actually a little afraid of my cum. But then perhaps realizing that heavenly taste on his tongue was already the first jet of my splooge, he gently sucked my dickhead into his mouth, and rolled it around on his tongue while I pinched his nipples, hard, and then he sprayed all over himself, too, sucking helplessly on my dick and savoring the taste of my climax. We laughed a bit and I told him he did a good job, and we cleaned up, talking about music all the while. He kept mentioning his kids, who were in their 20s. I thought about his big fat dick making babies, and then putting it in my mouth, and him sucking my dick, and me cumming in his mouth. I wondered if his kids knew he was gay. He was an extremely straight-seeming "oral sub." He had had a bunch of colorful jobs and, as my suspicions had suggested, had a rather wild life in his 20s as a drummer. I enjoyed talking to him about music; he said his tastes were "very diverse" which is usually a horrible warning sigh that someone has miserable, parochial taste, but then he was talking about Robert Fripp and then some dude from the Allman Brothers. And I was like OK you are allowed to say that. But his perspective on things was less studied and precious than you might get talking about this stuff with a hipster in Brooklyn or Chapel Hill or even DC. I was rather intrigued by this guy, and let him go on and on talking about all the jobs he's had and about rescue dogs and scuba diving. David Sylvian began warbling like an opera 45 played on 33. I started feeling my too-much-socializing hangover from the past week kick in again. I wanted to hang out and I wanted to leave, too. I decided it was late, and I am completely compulsive, stopping 500 feet from my sister's house to pull into an empty corporate parking lot to check for messages on adam4adam from men who would potentially evacuate the semen from my testicles and then sucking this big fat dad dick with its acrid precum. I bid him farewell and left. The drive back was pretty quick-- his 70s colonial house (did his kids grow up in that?) was not far from where my sister lives. All the windows in the car were open and the air was thick and heady with the memory-jarring scent of wet grass and honeysuckle steeping through the humid air. The back roads of my stupid, sprawling home town were pitch black and winding. I was feeling pretty wistful and sated. I got home and plugged in my phone to the charger, and adam4adam popped up where I left it. The guy had left a final message on a4a saying, "I prefer a facial" right before he texted me at my request. Oops! Poor guy. I just let my orgasm rip without warning in the poor dude. I really think I need to give my dick a rest tomorrow! More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here He's a young guy I've hooked up with a few times. He's short, skinny. Urchin face. Tastes of cigarettes. He's all top. Fat dick with a big mushroom head. Loves to fuck me raw and put a load in me. And we always hook up in a park toilet. He messaged me last night: Nori: I wanna fuck you Me: I could do tomorrow morning Nori: Let's do it. What time is good? Me: 1030 at the park. Nori: OK see you then Me: Don't shower :@) It's after 1030 but the rain is pissing down so I've messaged him to say let's wait till the rain stops. I haven't got fucked for a week. And haven't had a load in me for a long time. Nori is a nasty fucker. Rims my hole first. Kisses me so I can taste my arse on his lips. Works my nipples hard as he slowly slides in and out. Makes me feel his big mushroom head as he moves it round. And he gives me a hole full of cum that I can shit out and eat later. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I squirted my sperm into the slender, hard, really just very very delicate seeming little body of the guy I kept fucking last spring here in my home town while I was taking care of my mother. I don't know what it is about this guy. He's not exactly what you'd call cute-- I mean, kind of, to me at least, but I don't know if many others would think so-- and he is so slim, with arms barely more than twigs really, and thin legs that swell with lean muscle the way a frog's might. He's gone vegan so he seems even leaner and lighter than before; I hear a bit about his life and see pictures of his exploits in the mountains on Facebook, where we've become friends, and think, this is so not the kind of guy I usually fuck, let alone fuck over and over. But he really, really keeps me coming back for more. I don't know what it is about these little guys that brings out something a little brutish in me: I grip his body around his hard little waist a little more firmly; I grind my body into his a little more roughly and press my weight into his minuscule frame more heavily; and I fuck my fuckin fuckstick into him with all the force my bulky frame can put behind my hips, fucking all the way in, all the way out, slamming against his body, making the headboard pound against the wall with noisy knocks narrating each mindless, animalistic thrust. And he just loves it. He holds me tight, wraps his legs around mine and hitches them firmly against me, planting the soles of his feet against my calves like a monkey holding onto a tree in a hurricane. I fuck him like crazy and he shakes with pleasure and kisses me so hard my lips could bruise, saying "You feel so good you feel so good." And he feels good too, and I cum in him just as hard and animalistically as I fucked him. It's good. After yesterday's near-marathon in-and-out session, my dick was actually rather sore, especially around the base, which took the bulk of the rough friction against yesterday's bottom's hairy hole. I woke up this morning and the skin was a little red and abraded-- how do other guys not complain about this? (I once fucked a guy for TWO hours, and the next day my dick was a complete waste; it looked like I had a lewd run-in with a belt sander. I couldn't use it for a week. Is my dick just unusually tender and delicate and sensitive?) I actually wanted to give it a rest, and put a little cortisone on it after my shower. But Little Hardbody was so excited about me being in town and wanted me to come over this afternoon. By lunchtime I was pretty horny for him and the kind of fucking I knew I could do with him, the joy I knew I would take in freely ejaculating inside his small, hungry body when I had taken all the pleasure from him I knew he would offer. After lunch I went to the bathroom and ran my fingers up and down my shaft. It was still pretty tender around the rough pubes at the thick base of my unit, and a little bit of the skin behind the glans was still a little red. But it didn't actually sting like it had last night. So I thought, well, it seems serviceable for fucking… let's do it! And I told him I would come. Interestingly, this wasn't a very long lay-- maybe 35 minutes from our first kiss to his own ejaculation-- and most of that time wasn't even spent with my dick inside him. He sucked me good and hard and I feasted on his little ass for a good while, cradling his big, low-hanging nuts-- the shape of the twin balls perfectly mirrored his twin, hard little ass cheeks, and I felt like I was holding some kind of luscious figgy fruit in my hands as I ate his hole-- but then I climbed on top of him and just ground our dicks together, with one finger planted in his hole and the other hand cradling his head as I rammed him into the mattress with my hairy body. He pushed his hard little frame up to meet me, seeming to want to merge with me completely. The more weight I put on him the more he shook and cried out, almost sobbing with pleasure. I kept probing with the finger, and wanted desperately to get inside him-- I don't know why dry humping someone with a finger inside his ass should be so exciting but it really is for me-- but I also just wanted to feel that intense closeness, feel his limbs clutching at me with their naked need for contact with me on full display. So I just went with it, for long stretches, pushing our bodies together, and then taking a break to fuck my dick into his face. He was hard to penetrate in the ass when I finally tried, and I had to lube up before I could slide him. But then I whaled on his ass, got close once, let the feeling pass, and then whaled some more, very much in the groove now, and he hitched his ass up higher and higher, legs further and further back, so I could fuck my dick into him completely unimpeded, with as much brutal, unresisted force as I could muster. My breath was labored, my body was heaving, and he was thrashing beneath me with eyes clamped shut from overstimulation, begging me to shoot my semen into him, and so I did-- "Look at me," I said evenly as I pushed in as deep as I could go, stopped moving completely, and let him feel the spasms of my erection as it delivered the goods to his deepest gut. He stared at me with a glassy, bottom-drunk gaze, saying, "I feel the cum, I feel all your cum shooting into me," and began fisting his own dick, which is somehow bigger than mine despite his diminutive stature. I began to make fucking motions again, and he let out a little yelp, saying, "Keep fucking me keep fucking me" so I kept fucking him until his whole body shook and he popped all over his tight little drum of a belly. And then he flopped down to the bed. I slowly pulled out of him, the head finally emerging with a little pop that made him laugh. We were both saturated with my sweat. And we began to talk-- he's a real talker. We took a shower together, soaping each other up and swapping stories under the hot water. He would periodically stop in the middle of a sentence to cuddle against my body, wrap his arms tight around me, kiss my lips. He followed me around the apartment like a puppy as I found articles of clothing to put on in reverse order, a trail of undressing revisited while dressing. All the while chatting happily, telling me how good it was to see me again, suddenly going in for tight hugs again, groping what muscles I do have through my shirt. We probably talked for just as long as we humped and fucked. It was nice. This is the best of repeat fucks. I suppose it helps that he's not readily available and loses his luster. Because I am a monster and am never satisfied with anything but the newest, latest, shiniest. But I do so love putting my body against his, manhandling him, making him feel me inside and out. I love how much he loves it. I should sleep pretty well tonight! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I have that total-body tired-but-sated feeling that only comes from fucking the living hell out of a bottom for an hour. There is no better feeling in the world… except spending the last twenty minutes of that fuck session right on the edge of cumming, feeling the bottom's body heat and sweet slick bodily secretions enveloping every inch of your rigid tool, which you've got buried as deep in him as it will go, looking into his handsome face, thrilled to be stuffed with meat, with his legs wrapped around yours and his arms wrapped around your back, taking everything you have to offer. That feeling just might be better. But I'm going to feel this post-fuck cell-deep satisfaction for the whole rest of the day. Knowing my cum is safe in his belly and not going anywhere-- he wanted to end by sucking the cum out of my nuts, and I was happy to lay back and oblige, soaked and breathless as I was by the end-- well, knowing he's keeping my cum inside him for good just adds that extra bit of satisfaction. It's good to be a top. I'm back home visiting my mom, and am fresh meat here in town; everyone and their uncle has been after me since I got off the plane. This guy hit me up last night on a4a. He was that type of handsome fellow whose looks are extremely striking-- brilliant greenish eyes, black hair, brilliant teeth, clear brownish skin-- that makes them also look a little strange. So half of his pictures were dreamboaty and half made him look a little funny. He was taller than I like and his body was maybe a little softer-looking than I like, but he had nice proportions and a beautiful dusting of body hair. And he sounded like a true, devoted bottom and admitted cum addict. "I'll take it like a man and thank you constantly," he said, and he did just that. He was getting me pretty hot online-- it was well after midnight when we started talking, and since I can't host and he's living with one of his parents, he suggested maybe we meet on the greenway near his house. "Lots of trees and bushes around," he said. It was a warm summer night and the idea of breeding this kid in the woods was really getting my motor running. My mom was sleeping badly, though, and I didn't want to wake her up and have to explain to her that I was leaving her place at 1am to go cornhole a stranger on the greenway and ejaculate inside him, perhaps risking arrest and humiliation. So I told him I'd fuck him at lunchtime today, when his mom was at work. When I wrote him today to make sure we were still on, he asked if I wanted to do him on his patio. It's about 95 degrees outside, so I rejected that idea; then he suggested waiting till tonight after he got off work-- he was just as into outdoor sex as I am (though I guess I never do it). But I was too worried something would come up and I would miss out on this guy. So I stuck with the plan and at around 2 I was at his place. He was waiting outside on the front porch for me, smoking a cigarette, and when I greeted him he shook my hand with a very handsome, meaty paw and then groped rather unsophisticatedly around my groin, smiling into my face, saying, "You're right, it's hot as hell out here." I laughed and said, "Yeah, we're not fucking out here," and he led my by my fly into his house. The groping was a bit rough-- I'm a sensitive, artistic soul-- but I liked his style. I like being led around by my dick. He brought me upstairs and we made out but there was more fevered groping, so I figured I basically just needed to get him onto his knees; he was really chomping at the bit. From the minute my dick went into his mouth, I knew this would be good. And it was fantastic. His ass didn't look like much in the pictures, but once I bent him over the bed and got up close and personal with it, it looked fantastic. Meaty fuzzy buttocks, a very handsome nut sack absolutely overflowing with the weight and heft of his balls, the prettiest pink clean asshole I've seen in half a decade, a swelling muscular gooch that was fantastic to lick over and around, and a rock-hard cock almost as fat as a can of Red Bull, with a huge swollen mushroom head, with a beautifully chiseled ridge. I ate until he was melting into the tiny twin bed we were on-- it was in some kind of office that was just littered with crap; I guess the guy is a bit of a slob-- and as my dick was straining against the ligaments that hold it to my body like a pit bull strains at its leash in front of a thick raw steak, I stood up and aimed and pushed. And I slid right on in. His hole was perfect. Every time I penetrated him, I slid into him without needing to guide myself with my hands; his hole just swallowed me up like it was manufactured expressly for this pleasure. And I fucked him for an hour-- riding his back, mounted there like an animal; flipping him on his back so I could hold his handsome face in my hands tenderly while I viciously speared his rear with my fuckstick; then again on his stomach, with his body flat on the bed and mine draped sensuously over his, his legs wrapped around mine, his hands reaching back to hold mine, his face turned to the side so I could see the brilliant white smile in his dark scruffy chin, eyes closed in a perfect picture of bottomy bliss. The whole time he exclaimed, "Oh my God, you're the perfect top, your dick feels amazing, I can't believe how good this feels, I could do this all day, there are NO tops here like you, God you are perfect," and all I would do was smile like a dope and keep dicking him. His hole just got silkier and smoother and creamier and he routinely would have me pull out so he could suck me more. "Your precum tastes amazing, I can't wait to taste your cum," he moaned, moving down to suck on my balls, where said cum was furiously being manufactured with each testosterone-spilling stroke. "Your dick is fantastic," he would say, smiling and staring right into my face. "I love your dick inside me." He had that monster tool, and he was in love with my average wang? OK, I'll take it! I boned him deep while I nuzzled into his neck and his skin had that narcotic effect on me; I pressed against him and inhaled his scent and was filled with the deepest satisfaction. I just wanted to screw him forever. When I got close I would warn him, and he would stop whatever he was doing to make sure I didn't cum. We wanted it to go on all day. But it couldn't. I was just on a late lunch break-- and somehow I also had to get lunch! I asked him if he wanted to suck the cum out of me and he said he did. I told him to get between my legs and work my meat with just his tongue-- no hands-- and not let up. Don't take me out, don't stop and lick or stroke or admire, just suck my fucking dick, long motions so I can feel every inch of my unit sliding in and out between those beautiful meaty lips, slow and unrelenting progress towards shedding all the sperm I had packed in my balls. Like all good bottoms he was happy to hear exactly what I wanted and happy to do it, even happy to be corrected when he misunderstood. He just wanted to get me off hard, because that's the only way he could get that prize: the gigantic wet explosion, the unique salty taste, the manly spurting, the excitement of a top's orgasm under his own control. And he got it, without warning, and sucked me hard through it, almost too hard, but it was like a roller coaster that was way too fast and way too scary but you didn't want to get off, you wanted to see what the next steep drop would do to you. I shot like a motherfucker and he kept sucking and beat himself off, his whole body shaking like an epileptic's, and then he reared up and let that monster fat schlong-- which had never gotten soft even during the hardest, deepest fuck-slamming-- just spurt its white payload all over my bush. He didn't cum like me, of course, but I liked seeing him feel an orgasm too, and knowing that it was the taste of my cum that put him over the edge. And then he bent down and licked his own cum up out of my pubes, so I was sparkling clean at the end. And we both just laughed and laughed at how much fun that had been. I took a shower-- I looked like I had just run a marathon with a bright red erection-- and then we chatted for a good while. It turns out that although he graduated from high school in my home town, he had moved to Brooklyn about the same time I did. He got a bachelor's but had a "breakdown" at the end-- I wasn't sure if drugs or anything were involved, but it sounded a little out there-- and came back here to recover a bit. But he's been stuck here a year now. After having spent two months here nursing my mom back to health last year, I know how much of a let down life is going from Brooklyn to this place-- he even lived on the same subway line as me, a few stops away; it was very strange to be talking to this guy about stuff back home in his mom's office, full of colonial-style dark wood bookshelves and desks in this southern place where I spent my entire youth, still naked and panting from an intense, beautiful fuck. I hope he gets his act together and gets to go back to someplace more civilized. I had to run sooner than I wanted to-- here was a guy I could fuck and enjoy talking to, even though I was 19 when he was born-- and I left him where I found him, smoking on the porch, but a few ounces heavier with my load inside him. I just might have to meet up with him in the woods some night next week, though! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today was a beautiful day. Not just because the weather is gorgeous, bright, and very warm with cool breezes. Not just because an adorable, hairy 27 year old just locked up his barber shop for me, ushered me to the basement, and worked my meat perfectly until I pumped my love nectar straight down his throat in a barber chair in front of a full-length mirror while the Killers were playing (a definite new one for me). No, mostly because 48 hours ago I was writhing in unbelievable kidney pain, utterly incapacitated and wishing I was dead. I've been having random attacks for the past couple of months, but had scans and tests done that didn't show anything. And then suddenly over the weekend, POW! It's complete misery, unrelenting, for a full day with almost no sleep. And then mysteriously, yesterday morning, it went away. I had a fairly normal day with in-laws, and in the middle of stop and go traffic on the GW Bridge, POW! It was pack. It took about 40 minutes to get home, and sitting in the car with that was excruciating. I spent another hour in bed, drinking water like crazy, and the pain slowly subsided, and then once when I hobbled to the bathroom to whizz, a giant black rock flew out of my dick! Unbelievable! There was no pain or blood or fanfare, but my wang genuinely ricocheted as this thing shot out. The pain in my kidney almost instantly subsided. It was like spooging a kidney stone. A friend I described this to now teases me that I am going to kill a bottom with my "bb gun". (I like the pun, though I don't think he knows about my predilections.) The kid I jizzed in today is safe and sound, of course. But without all that horrible pain, the world definitely looks like a truly beautiful place, and I feel luckier than ever to get to have sex with the guys I have sex with. Anyway, enough about my kidneys. Just a brief summary of today's sexual plot: I went to a urologist fairly early in the morning, bearing my dick-rock, which the urologist was delighted with and promised to analyze post-haste. (Let me tell you, nothing makes you feel young and vital like waiting for a urologist appointment; the room was full of doddering geezers. I dread getting that old.) Then he wanted me to get a cat scan, saying the sonogram my regular doctor did was useless. So I was waiting around for that for a couple of hours, with nothing to do but look at dudes on Scruff. A guy in Hells Kitchen, across town, wanted me to fuck my load into him and "bring along a couple of buddies." (I don't have any "buddies" I plow bottoms with, but this request is so ridiculously common, maybe I should get some.) But when he heard I had an appointment first, he lost interest. The 27 year old kid had hit me up yesterday evening, actually, while I was lying in bed in agony. (Yes, I did a rather embarrassing amount of cruising, mostly on Scruff cuz it has the handsomest dudes, even while I was passing a kidney stone. There's nothing much else to do when you have to spend 24 hours in bed hating life… it's too hard to concentrate on reading with waves of pain washing over you, and there is something life-affirming about beautiful men with beautiful bodies who want to have sex with you that makes you think, maybe one day life will be normal again. Sue me, I'm a horny sex-loving bastard.) I didn't tell him I was passing a kidney stone, of course, but I couldn't push the conversation in the direction of let-me-put-my-dick-in-you-soon either, because I had no idea at that point how long I would be suffering like this, nor could I tell him why I might have to delay. But today he was online again being chatty, and we traded pix while I sat in the waiting room, and he said he had a little shop down in NoHo and would I like to come get my dick sucked and give him my fantabulous load RIGHT NOW. I told him I was waiting around for a doctor appointment, and he too completely lost interest. After the appointment, I hit both of them up again, but my phone was almost dead and it had been about 40 minutes since each had lost interest, so I thought they were both real long shots. The Hells Kitchen bottom had a crazy "I am free from x till y, then from z till w" window of opportunity which pretty much excluded now. I told him I would try to fuck him tomorrow and focused on the cocksucking kid. He had been idle a while, Scruff said, so I went to get a muffin somewhere to wait for him to notice my message. And then my phone died. The muffin lady let me charge it at the cash register, and about 10 minutes later, I checked; he had said I could come down while it was charging! So I told him to text my number… and another 20 minutes passed. I was happy to sit in the bakery window and just relax and watch people go by and do nothing. But eventually I figured I was waiting for nothing. It was very nice out so I didn't go right into the subway, but walked down to the next one. There are a lot of awful hot dudes on that part of Park Avenue during the day, I must say. My neck was craning all over the damn place looking from face to crotch to legs to ass, as studs flew past me in all directions. And then I got down into the 6 to go home, and suddenly my phone buzzed. I didn't know I got reception in that station. It was the cocksucking kid, inviting me down. The train was just about to come. He gave me his address. And within 15 minutes I was in his barber chair watching him go down on my choad. And within 10 minutes of that, I was begging him to slow down. "You're gonna make me cum, please don't make me cum so fast," and he pulled off, leaned back, smiled up at me cherubically, showing off his own very handsome dick and balls hanging out of his shorts, saying, "I've been so horny all day." I stroked his dick and balls lightly, tugging on his foreskin, and sucked his face. He gave beautiful head. We made out, I groped his extremely hairy chest through his shirt, and then he was right back on my fuckstick. He is one of the rare cocksuckers who can really make deep throat feel good to me, and not like an attempt to chew my unit off at the base. The billowing hair on his tight little body against my hand and his rhythmic strokes on my wang had me on the edge and I knew there was no hope. "You're gonna make me cum, you're gonna make me cum, you're makin me cum, you're makin me cum," I chanted, and… well, he did. And he drank it all. I came copious, life-affirming, pain-free, pure-pleasure cum into this sweet handsome kid. He jerked his own dick, and after I was done, I pulled out, admiring his tool, which was very long and handsome if a bit bent, and then probably too conspicuously looked at it and my shirt, which I had not bothered to take off and which he was aiming directly at. I worried I would have to ride the subway home with jizz all over my polo. He noticed, and put his dick away, saying "I'll get off later." I felt a little bad-- I would have liked to see him cum from sucking me and drinking me-- but I knew it was late and I should be going home anyway. So I pulled on my shorts, praised his abilities, kissed him some more, and told him we definitely need to get together again. He grinned and grinned at me, and I think it's a possibility-- I hope he will let me fuck him raw till he sees stars, but I know how people are, even me. He's a perfect bottom for me, but maybe I used up my chance on this quick spin in the barber seat. We'll see. What a difference a day makes! One day firing ugly black coal through my limp dick. The next day, it's a fountain of gleaming white semen worthy of worship by a cute young man. Life is crazy. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I think you all know that I don't necessarily post things in the order they happen. At least not always. I still have a few untold tales sitting out there which I have to commit to blog form, but I'll get there. Still, even with that, I've been experiencing somewhat of a dry spell. Some of it self-imposed, some of it not. BikeGuy finally got his groove back on a bit today. Yes, today. Real time today. As in just a few minutes ago. I almost never blog this soon after an event. This morning I got out of my sex funk (no, not the smelly musk kind) and wanted to get a load. The problem is, the forces sometimes work against you. Everyone on-line today was looking to take and not give. I hate being in a mostly bottom-town. As it was getting mid-afternoon, I was ready to give up for the day, as I have evening plans. But fate had another agenda. Text messaging, home jizz delivery service. You gotta love that. I had blown the guy over the holidays. He is a blog reader, so clearly had the advantage on me. He knows my likes, dislikes and weaknesses. And as you see, was staying two streets over. For the fucking week. He was over in a matter of minutes. Honestly, from first contact to in the door was less than 10 minutes. THAT is how it should work. This was no frills. We never got more than 6' inside the door. "Get on your knees", he commanded - and I did. Like last time, I sucked. I was so in the mood for this. He seemed to have loved it, especially when I used my tongue. Lots of guys use their tongue between sucking, not enough while they are sucking and even less use it effectively. I don't have the hard data on that, but going by what the feeders tell me, I'm pretty confident in my assumptions. Reading back through the last blog entry with him, I didn't realize we kissed last time. There was none of that this time. While I would have, he seemed like a man with a mission. I can appreciate that. And his mission was to shoot his load and have me swallow it. I sucked. I used my tongue. I lightly felt his full nuts. He said he hadn't been sucked in 5 days, but didn't say how big his load was. I'm guessing he probably manipulated a load or two out by hand since that last suck job. I could be wrong. I worked that dick as good as I could. He made a comment that I might be out of practice, considering I hadn't sucked dick in a little while. But it's like riding a bicycle - just warmer and wetter. He also called me "faggot" and "cocksucker" and "cum dump". I take that with pride, not shame. I went back to sucking and went to feel his nuts, which were considerably tighter. I could hear it in his breath too. This wasn't going to last long. The man was on the edge and then those words escaped his mouth. "Take it!!!" And I did. I felt cum hitting my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I won't say it completely filled my mouth, but it was a good amount. Since I didn't have time to remember all the nuances of our last encounter, I forgot about his post-ejaculation sensitivity. With no warning, while still cumming, he pulled out. I was smart enough and quick enough to cup my hands and catch the last few shots there - and then licked the palms of my hand clean. He got some on his hand as well and fed them to me. So technically, I did get every drop, just not the way I expected. He is here for the rest of the week and it's only Monday. I am hoping for a repeat visit. Or visits. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here It was a long week at work, and I really needed to get out of the off for lunch... I walked up the street to a cruisy hotel tearoom that I have often found horny businessman lurking in. As I walked in, I saw that one stall was occupied, so I took the next one. The floors of this bathroom are black marble, and it is easy to see if the guy is either peeking or stroking. As I was lowering my jeans, I saw his head lean over and check me out. BINGO! Horny and looking... Since there was no one else around, I motioned for him to come over and slide under the stall. He was reluctant at first, so I squatted down and let him see my rock hard cock. That was all it took and he shimmied over and slid his cut cock under the stall. I positioned myself and took about 7 inches of hard cock into my mouth. While I was slurping away, my other was fondling his nut sack, and I would slide a finger over his hairy ass. While on my side, I looked up and saw that my cock feeding top was a young clean shaven guy. He could pass for a college senior or a hot young business type. Either way, I knew he was going to have a huge load from the amount of precum I could taste... After a couple of minutes, he pulled back under the stall and pulled up his jeans. Figuring out what he was up to, I did the same...and then we both went into the largest stall. I got down on my knees and went back to deep throating his cock. Now that I could really give it my full throat, he swelled up even thicker than before. Wrapping my hand around the shaft, I worked on the head while pulling his balls down a bit. He seemed to like that, because he let out a moan and his shaft gave a quick throb in my throat. At that point, we heard the door open. Both of us waited to see what would happen... and the new guy went in the stall next to us. I moved over and watched to see what he would do. As he pulled his pants down, he made a point of looking under the stall. As I anxiously sat there, he began to stroke and tapped his foot. Alright, time to take over the blow job again... My buddy came over and I went back down on his cock. This time though, I had my pants down and was near the other stall so the other guy could have some fun too. I felt him reach out and fondle my nuts and ass. To give him more, I arched back and let him have full access to my ass. Suddenly I felt his tongue licking my hole....HOT! The guy I was blowing had a perfect view, and what he saw must have pushed him over the edge because suddenly I felt his cock throb, and his nuts pulled up. Then the cum exploion erupted! The first shot went down my throat, so I pullled back a bit and let the next one slide over my tongue. It was so thick, I wanted to see and pulled off quickly so he could let the rest hit me...and boy did he. The next three blasts hit my cheek, then my forehead and the my lips. Hot, thick and oozing down my face, I could only imagine what I looked like. He pulled his cock back into his jeans and headed out. Since I had a load on my face, and there was still the other guy, I leaned down and told him that I wanted his. Without another word, he slid under and I had to take a breath...at least 8 or 9 inches and dripping precum! I went straight (no pun intended) down, and took it all to the base in one swallow. While stroking my cock, I gave his cock a few deep throat plunges before he moaned that he was going to cum. Damn, I love a quick load. With the other load starting to drip to the floor and into my mouth, this time I kept the cock buried and let every drop go straight down. After about 20 seconds he began to pull out, and I eased back into my stall. As he stood up, he said "awesome technique!", and I said "thanks, perfect cock and load". I buttoned up my jeans and walk to the sink area. The first load was losing it white thick look, but there was still so much that you could see it and smell it. Not wanting to waste any, I stood there and wiped it up with my fingers and licked them clean. What was in the beard, I just left there and walked out. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... It's been a while since Ultra Meat has come by. He told me a while back that he had started school and was crazy busy, and even his profile says he doesn't have much time. I have to admit that one of my more perverse personality traits has been awakened by this lack of attention to me: now that he is largely unavailable, I suddenly want him. Despite his amazing body and sweet disposition and genuine if inexplicable love of my dick and my schlubby body, I always pushed him to the back of potential sex partners. But he checked me out on Scruff a few days ago and reactivated his attractiveness. Today I had hoped to hook up with someone visiting from London with an amazing ass who says all the right things, but he wasn't around this afternoon like he said he'd be-- I hadn't much banked on it anyway, since he's visiting and of course would be more about be-bopping around with friends than waiting for me to tell him my genitals were available for his delectation. So after a late lunch and a ridiculously delicious scone at a coffee shop across the neighborhood, when Ultra Meat actually woofed me on Scruff, I impulsively asked, "wanna suck me?" and he said "yes" and I said "meet me at my place in 15 minutes," and I hiked over in the sudden sultry heat to get off. Because it's better to get off than to not get off, right? And there were two unexpected perks this time. First: he let me cum in his mouth. He didn't swallow me-- I know he's too chicken for that-- but he let me cum and cum and CUM in him (I felt like I had a pint of milk in my nads) and then held it in his mouth, grinning at me, when I had to pull out of him and jerk the oversensitive last few seconds of orgasm out of my body. When I was totally done flopping around like a fish on a bench, he held up a sock that was lying nearby, looked at me quizzically, and I said, "Go for it," and he spat me out all over it. I guess I came even more than usual; the sock was completely slimed and then a big gob ended up on the sheet anyway; it looked like he was spitting out his fucking lung. That was a big load. (I was surprised this worked out at all. He got here right after I did, and I felt sweaty and unattractive, and a little stressed about work, and though it felt really nice when he started sucking me, I just couldn't get hard. My partner and I are camping out in my office because our bedroom floor is being resurfaced, and Ultra Meat was squatting in the doorway beside the mattress sucking my uncooperative noodle, and everything just felt very inelegant and wrong. And of course he's a regular, and I've trained myself to be sucked off by new men, always new men, so no matter how hot he is, I need more More MORE. I lay back in the bed, and he said "I don't care if it's soft I just want it in my mouth, it tastes so good," and I groped all his bulging limbs and bodily promontories and still my dick would not get hard. I ate his ass and held his dick, which was as hard as the barrel of a pistol and oozing precum, but even this didn't help me get hard. I apologized, saying, "I don't know what's up with my dick today," and he said he wanted to suck it anyway, and so I knelt over him, dangling my sad worm into his mouth, looking at his huge muscular physique spread out on the bed, steadying myself with one hand on his huge pectoral muscle, and damn if he didn't suck me hard. Then I lay my body on his and he wrapped himself around me like a bereft lover and I humped and humped him while he babbled sincerely but utterly falsely about how much he wanted me to fucking breed him. I felt my dick slide through an impressive amount of slime oozed onto his belly by his sex glands; his precum told me how much he missed me. "You always make me hard," I cooed into his ear. "You always make my dick feel good." I guess there are some positives about a regular partner.) Second: After he came-- laying back on the bed, demanding my gooey dick to suck on, shooting right when I lay my big thigh across his body and humped my body against him, miming a fuck, he suddenly gasped and said "OH YEAH" and spurted all over himself-- he opened a floodgate of honesty. Starting by asking me if my partner new about us specifically (apparently Ultra Meat saw me on the subway one day, and started to say hello, but realized my partner was beside me, and apparently my partner looked at him funny), he suddenly spewed all this information about his own relationship status. Often he is quite cagey when we are done, and acts like he doesn't want to talk at all. So I'm not sure what brought this on. But I honestly liked it. I'm not sure why I'm wired this way, but I do like to get to know who I'm fucking, even if I don't ever intend to see them again. Of course, I want this *after* I've ejaculated in them; too much talk before hand actually often makes me less inclined to fuck them. But after, when I'm feeling very fine, I want some kind of connection, some kind of real intimacy to think about. We talked for about a half an hour about his situation and his background, both of which surprised me a bit but which I won't go into much here for his own privacy. He clearly wanted to talk about that and his plans for the future and his worries and everything, and his face was so different opening up like this, enthusiastic and open. And I really enjoyed his candor, surprised as I was by it's sudden efflorescence. Of course it would have been better if we had this conversation while my ejaculate was still inside his body somewhere… I'm still a dog. But it was nice. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... A lovely couple of blokes host weekly sex parties for all us sex crazed homos here. Not only are they every Friday and Saturday, but they’ve started a midweek offering too. The weekend parties always seem to get the “something better” crowd. You know, the guys who aren’t ready to guck yet because they want to hold off for something better to come along. And if there is one hot bottom available, all the tops will ignore you for a chance at him. Whatevs. But on wednesday, everyone just seems down to fuck right off the bat. It’s a school night too, so there’s no waiting. Action happens immediately. And because there are fewer bottoms around, I seem to be pulling in more cock. Last night there were only like 25 or so guys at the party, but 6 of them fucked me, and 3 came in my ass. #1- beefy bear of a guy with a thick sixer. He fucked me a couple times but never came in m. #2- short guy, nice average cock. He kept promising to cum in me and saying that he “was real close” but I think he was just in it for the jack hammering. I eventually made him stop #3- tattooed hipster glasses guy with a 7.5” cock and a 2 gauge PA. OMG he fucked the SNOT out of me! Bent over, me squatting and riding, me in my back. We took pauses, but he eventually slam fucked his load into me while sucking my toes. This was my second load. #4- tan, mustache guy. (This was my first load, 4th cock) Ran into him and said “wanna fuck?” He said “yeah”. He bent me over a fuck bench and drilled his 8 incher into me HARD. It was a short fuck, but he dumped his nut in me with a grunt. Several guys watched him do it. #5- old man with a THICK 7. The guy’s cock was beautiful and thicker than my wrist at the base. He fucked me for quite some time but couldn’t manage to breed me. #6- anonymous guy. I was in a blacked out area on a fuck bench and old guy had just finished his turn. All I know about this guy is that he had very erect nipples and about 8 inches of hard cock. He didn’t even lube up, he just shoved in and POUNDED THE FUCK out of my hole. The fuckbed was slamming the wall and our moans were echoing through the fuck space. He eventually took a final hot of poppers, asked if I wanted his load, and then bred me up into my colon. All in all, it was a hot fucking night!! My hole is still tingling from the abuse! I think I’m going to have to make the Wednesday night gigs a regular event! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... My latest ejaculate just walked out the door deep inside the flawless body of a 23 year old jet-black Dominican kid-- absolutely flawless. Broad shoulders, thick arms and legs, tiny muscular waist, ass like a pair of grammar school globes, fat dick, big balls. This was quite a trophy for a middle-aged schlub like me-- and he had hit ME up on the normally useless app Jack'd, where my picture quite unashamedly shows my hairy but not very toned midsection (maybe that's why it's useless). But the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. As an insatiable lover of intense, transportive sex, I can *only* mark this down into the trophy column, something which definitely strokes my ego, I guess, but which I am not really very interested in. It was very much like spooging in a Sphinx. A red-hot, fucking stacked, sex-on-wheels Sphinx. The kid had hit me up last night when I was lying in bed trying to get sleepy. He pursued meeting but also had a very pulled-back, abstracted air. I talked a little dirty to him but he didn't respond to it much, and I somehow got the feeling he was maybe a little too intelligent for that. When I asked him if he liked cum, he said "Yeah cum is cool. I'm an innocent little freak lol" and I replied, "And here I am, trying to corrupt you." "It's all good. Sometimes a little corruption can be quite liberating," he said. Hm. I really wasn't sure of what to make of him. I pushed the raw issue and he said it sounded "cool"; everything was "cool" if it wasn't "hot". And he wanted to know what time we could meet up today. I wasn't sure how I felt about the whole thing-- why was this kid after me? Some of his face pictures were also much less flattering than others; his body was clearly blazing hot but in the end I like to fuck a whole person, and he wasn't totally my type in the face. Having had a pretty bad track record with (1) perfectly built men, (2) guys younger than 28, and (3) guys who aren't obvious sex fiends when I give them license to be, I was inclined to blow him off. But I gave him a time with a noncommittal air about it, and he said some specifics about his time limits. He seemed pretty together. So I put him in the possibly maybe bin and went to bed. And then today was one of those days. I was getting offers right and left from dudes, most of whom said exactly the right things. But I kept going back and looking at the kid-- could I really pass up someone that beautifully built for a very hairy, long-haired, satyr-bearded chunky cocksucker on the Lower East Side, for example? The latter got me very hot with the way he talked about servicing my meat, and I really liked his somewhat animalistic, libidinous face, but I kept going back to the kid's picture. I decided even though it was a couple of hours before I'd said I'd be free, I would hit him up and ask if he wanted to come ball. He replied fairly quickly saying it would be a while, as he was at the gym-- the dude looks like he fucking LIVES in the gym-- and then had to go home, deep in Bushwick, to clean up and so on. I told him to keep me posted, and slowly decided I really wanted to fuck my cum into him more than any of these other guys, who I let down easy one by one. And then had to sit around waiting for the kid to get ready, feeling perfectly confident that I had made the absolute wrong decision. He told me he was leaving about when I expected, but ended up taking absolutely forever to get here, to the point that I felt punked. One of the bottoms who wanted me to seed him over in Park Slope reappeared, asking if I'd done the deed. I told him no, that I thought I was being flaked on, and asked for some specifics about where he was-- he looked pretty good too, and I could just get in the car and drive over and fuck him and finally get some release. But of course right as I sent that message, I heard from the kid; he was a block away. And on the intercom camera, when the doorman buzzed me, I saw exactly how fuckin awesome his meaty body was, and got very excited. But when he arrived, he zoomed in the door, barely looked at me, playing with his phone and his earbuds, and instantly asked where the bathroom was. I told him and off he went. Not sure what he did in there, but it took a while; I squared my shoulders and prepared to be rejected when he came out. Instead, he came out and asked, "Where do you want me?" looking around rather bewildered. I asked again whether he was cool with everything, giving him a clear chance to say no, but he put his stuff on the couch and let me lead him back to the bedroom. He still wouldn't quite look me in the eye as we squared off, and when I leaned in for a kiss, he turned his head down. "You don't kiss?" I said, feeling like an idiot for not asking this before I got myself into this. He shook his head. I stared at him and waited till the silence made him look at me. "You sure everything is cool?" He smiled at me, a little nervously/perplexed, and said, "Yes." OK, well, I already had a bunch of wind knocked out of my sails, but I ran my hands over his body, and instantly decided fuck it, I'll get what I can. I had him take off everything but his boxer briefs and lay face down on the bed. And I pretty much just worshipped the fuck out of his ass… first through the fabric, then after pulling it off, naked. His legs were very stiff and he almost seemed to be denying me entry. But look, you're here, you won't kiss me, you know what I want, give it to me. I gently applied pressure to the requisite joints as I ran my face over these spectacular mounds of bottom-flesh, and eventually his thighs were at the right angle to allow me full access to all the best parts of his body. His back was massive, beautifully curved down to the cinched waist, and his ass cheeks rose from that valley like beckoning hills. He was absolutely silent during all this. I stroked my dick while I licked and ate until it was respectably hard, then brought it around to his face. He looked at it briefly, satisfied with its thickness, and sucked me into him. He sucked rather gently and slowly, but with perfect suction. Eyes closed, massive muscular body supported on his elbows, hands clasped weirdly piously on the bed while he suckled at me. The proportions of his deeply black, taut body on the fluffy white comforter were graphic and stark. I couldn't believe this creature was sucking my fucking dick. I reached down and pulled on his chin and tried to make him kiss me, but he wasn't having it. Fine. All this for me, this amazing body, those limbs, those wet inviting holes, but no kiss. It was like half the sex I wanted to have could not be had with this ideal sexual creature. No matter what happened, it wouldn't be enough. How frustrating. I let him suckle me more, but I felt like I would cum; he was just too beautiful. I decided to slide down and eat him some more. He positioned himself with his ass hiked up a bit more, and I had access to his fat dick, which the sucking had made hard as a rock. Very nice. Not any longer than mine, but slightly thicker, with an even fatter dickhead than mine. Beautiful. I sucked the head and licked the shaft and ran my tongue over his fuzzy balls and his taut gooch and into his rather tight hole. Over and over. I held his massive flanks in each hand while I ate away. Spectacular. And then I positioned my dick there, just admiring the thick straight white tube of flesh against his unbelievably inviting mounds of ass, and I tried to drill in with my hips. He was very tight. And then he started, saying, "Can you…. can you get a video of this?" And he reached down beside the bed into a bag, fishing around for his phone. Ugh. I can't kiss and now I also have to be a camera man when I really just want to ride his body like a spaceship to planet Spooge. But also, ok, I want a fucking record of this: MY DICK WAS HERE. So I took the phone, and the flash light was very bright and it was an awkwardly large phone and when he got back into position my dick had lost a bit of its steely length, and I knew I wouldn't get it into that forbiddingly clamped bunghole. So I set the phone down, and said, "Lemme get back in the groove a bit here, I'm easily distracted," and he made a kind of "whatever" gesture, and folded his hands again, dropped his head, and prepared to be violated again with my tongue and fuckstick. How frustrating! This could be amazing. What was wrong with this kid? Ah well. I ate myself hard again, and had him suck me more-- ALL THAT spread out between my legs, unbelievable; I almost popped about nine times in thirty seconds of head-- and then moved into a 69 position, swallowing his unit whole while he lapped away at mine, kneading his round buttocks in my hands while I stuffed my face full of his dick and drilled my own dick into his head. And that almost made me cum, too. My dick was hard enough to cut diamonds. I knew I couldn't make much out of this. He didn't want to be on his back, didn't seem to want me to even see his face. He rolled back on his stomach and again waited to be dicked down. I certainly had hydraulics on my side by this point. I slicked my blood-engorged prick up with spit and pushed in; his hairy hole scoured the length of my dick and I got jammed halfway in. I pulled out, ate some more, forcing more saliva in with my tongue, and pushed in again, getting stuck halfway again. I told him to sit tight while I got some lube, but he said, "Oh no, I'm ok." "Really??" I asked. "Yeah," he said, and went back into sphinx mode. I love a spit fuck more than anything, and hate lube, and clearly if I was hurting him he didn't care. So I pushed in hard and got it all in there. And pulled all the way out. The sight of this fuck, with our starkly mismatched colors, was absolutely lurid; you could see everything. I asked for his phone again. He found it somewhere in the bedclothes, and I filmed my dick sinking into him a few times; his ass cheeks were so deep and my length is so modest that it didn't look like a whole hell of a lot. But damn it, that was my dick in that dude. And I liked it. I set the phone aside and gave him long strokes of penetration, pulling all the way out, trying to get used to the sensation, trying to get to a point where we could seriously fuck. But I couldn't get into the groove. Finally I said, "I just gotta fucking cum," and I pounded his body hard. Fucked my dick straight down into his bottom gland. And he liked it; finally he made some whimpering sounds. I instantly began ejaculating, of course, but fucked my way through the orgasm and kept fucking out the other side; my dick stayed stiff and I liked the feeling of his thick muscles resisting my body on the down stroke every time I slammed into him, so despite all the pleasure largely having left along with my last spurt of semen, I kept body slamming him, and he kept whimpering. Finally I collapsed on top of him, holding his body close to mine, pushing into him as deep as I could, and flexed my dick. One last penile "so THERE". And then I pulled out. He lay there a bit face down and I stroked his body all over. Then he quickly flipped onto his back, looked down so I couldn't meet his gaze, and asked if I would suck his nipple so he could cum too. Shit, if I'd known he was into his chest I would have been all over it. Maybe this could have gone better. But I learned it too late. I sucked his nip and cradled his balls and then he popped white goo all over his black belly. And then he rocketed up out of the bed and ran to the bathroom. I got him a towel, told him to feel free to rinse off, and he closed the bathroom door again, barely 20 minutes after the first time, and spent even longer in there. He came out and accepted my offer of some water, but was so skittery it was painful. He folded the towel daintily and put it on the dresser in a neat pile-- most guys drop it on the floor or put it back on the bathroom sink-- and began to dress. I got him his water and tried to make nice small talk, asking where he was going to school and what he was studying. He sat on my couch and wrestled with his shoes like they were some kind of unknown apparatus, with an obscure connection to his feet. I said, "You don't have to hurry, take your time, I'm not kicking you out." And he slowed down, and got them on. But we sat in silence. I had to bodily resist the urge to blurt out, "What the fuck was that, why are you like this, why don't you know how to enjoy your body??" But I didn't. And then right before he left, he opened up, told me he was going to Manhattan for a rehearsal, he was also into acting, blabla. And then he ran out, shy or uptight or unhappy or glad to be rid of me or whatever he was. So much bounty, and such a desert, at the same time. Tonight, I will dream about softening his carapace, opening him up, sinking into him, filling him with load after load with my tongue down his throat and a head completely devoid of any thought but pleasure and joy at having a male body that is next to another male body. But it will just be a dream. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today's orgasm was slow-built over the course of a hot, sweaty hour in a small bedroom in Greenpoint, with the window open and a light breeze blowing through the trees outside-- built up inside the wet mouth, against the lean body and huge thick tool of a small, slightly older dude-- built up even more intensely when said dude offered me his bare hole to receive my throbbing, stone-solid prick a few times. Just a few strokes each, half against his will, half with all the desire in the world. He had invited me up to service my meat and drink my cum. It had been a stressful day and I just wanted pleasure-- as much pleasure as I could stand, just to enjoy someone's body, to enjoy my own body, to feel sex in every cell of my flesh, every joint in my skeleton, every nerve everywhere: no cares, just sex, pleasure, sex. I went up there with my meat already swollen in my pants with the knowledge that I could have it, that all he wanted to do was suck my dick and make me cum and drink whatever I produced in my climax. How exciting to have this on offer, someone waiting to get me off. We kissed and his lips felt ample and open. And when I found the way to work his nipples just right, I knew he would give me everything, and sure enough, he did give me that taboo entry to his body, at least for a while. Just lying against him, limbs twined around each other, dick to dick, mouth to mouth, feeling that intense closeness, was a kind of heaven, and I just drank it in, sometimes stopping just to feel the closeness, hold his body, hold his ass in my hands with his legs wrapped around my waist and our groins pressed together tight. "You're very good," he said as I moved agains him, and worked my dick into his hole, and I realized then how quiet he had been. I am good. Sex is good."You have to fuck me for real sometime," he said, and I took that to mean he wasn't ready today. So I just enjoyed what I had. I felt incredibly free with him, and he clearly did with me. But then he said something to me that I think I have never heard when on top of another guy. He said no. Specifically, after the hour had mostly passed, after we were both extremely worked up and fishy-smelling with precum, after he'd begun begging for my juice, to a request that he turn over and let me eat his ass some more. The ass eating is what I think he put him over the edge-- feeling my tongue inside him, my hand on his hefty rock-hard boner, the other pulling the nipple that made him lose his faculties. After the first round of ass-eating, I had thwapped my stone-stiff prick against his hole and made his hole body quiver. And then, getting him on his back, sliding my meat down between his legs, knocking at heaven's door with my dick, he just raised his hips off the bed and wiggled onto me, staring right into my face, like a kebab skewering itself for grilling. And he took me half way and his whole face radiated bliss, but then he pulled off, afraid. And I got in him again, and again. When I asked for more ass, he knew it would be too much, and I would be fucking my load into his guts instead of down his throat. And more frighteningly, he would want it. So he said, "No." "NO!" I said, almost laughing. And I harumphed, and got on my back, and ordered him between my legs. "Suck my dick, then." And he was happy to get back onto safe ground. And he sucked me beautifully. For another good three minutes he had me on the edge, and I felt my whole body dissolve onto his tongue. Why can't I always feel this way, was the last coherent thought I had, until I'd slipped over the precipice to orgasm, and my dick began its angry firing into his body via his gullet. He started at the appearance of the first hot, salty jet inside his mouth, but I barked, "Lower," and he took more of my fuckstick into his throat, and it fired even harder, engulfed in the warm pleasure of his attention. He licked my dickhead at just the right spot to make me jizz like a firehose. He was jerking his own truly majestic penis. It was a beautiful sight-- my pleasure was filling him with intense desire. This is how it is with two men. Only possible with two men, a cocksucker with a dick of his own who knows exactly what I feel, who wants to feel it too. When I was done, he asked me to stand beside the bed, dangle my slimy meat into his mouth, and tweak his nipple, and I did, and he spurted thick and white all over his belly, which was sucked in impossibly tight as the sperm appeared. His whole chest was bright red with pleasure. He let go of my dick and finished himself off with a gaping mouth. Pleasure. His no still lingered over the bed. Who ever said no! In the middle of such intense, beautiful sex! To such a simple request. It still stung a bit. Without that, the sex would have been flawless. Perhaps life is a lot like that Hawthorne story-- perfection would simply immolate us all. Afterward he seemed quite embarrassed and didn't want to talk. Was it because he had greedily taken my naked dick inside his body? Was it because he had given in and felt intensely for a stranger? Who knows. I didn't push it much, and got dressed in silence, much as we had pleasured each other in silence. As I tried to wrestle myself back into my Converse at the door, he stood leaning against the hall watching, then gripped himself through his shorts. "I am still hard as a rock!" he said with wonder. I looked up and on his small frame the big boner was obscene and beautiful. I just smiled, got on the other shoe, kissed him, and said, "It was that good." Then he said goodbye to me, using my name, and I realized I didn't know his at all. We had spent an our intimately wrapped up in each other and said maybe ten sentences to each other, one of which was the startling "no". I left the apartment and stood on the stoop, a little bit dizzy from the meaningless but earth-shifting experience I'd just had. I went back home half on a cloud, half in a fog. If we get together again, I'm ejaculating in his little body, and I'm not taking no for an answer. He knows at this point what I really want. He just has to decide he wants it too. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He wanted to fuck. That's cool. I wanted to be fucked. He was a little stocky, but not fat. Balding, but who cares? His dick was a solid 7" and cut. I mention the cut part because of all the cocks I have seen - and yes, that has been a few! - I've never seen such a change in pigment at the circumcision mark. The man (I didn't get a name) did not appear to be mixed race. His skin was as pink as mine, but below the area he was cut, it was very very brown. Yet the top part of his shaft and his head was white white white. Go figure. While we were "chatting" before meeting, he slipped in something about watersports. I said I had tried it and it all seemed ok. I didn't say anything about wanting to learn more about them, but I'm not a huge participant in the activity. Once in his apartment, he said, "strip and get in the tub". ...and I did. I got in the tub and knelt. He came in and balanced himself standing on either edge or the tub. And he must have been fucking hydrating all day. I know I've pissed this much, I but I can't tell you when. It just never fucking stopped. He hit my face, the top of my head and then worked his way down: neck, chest, arms, crotch and my thighs. When he was finally done, he told me to rinse off and left the room. I did as instructed. I exited the bathroom to find him in his living room laying on the couch. He told me to stand next to the couch while he looked me over. He touched my legs, my cock and my balls. Then he grabbed my balls and twisted. And kept twisting, every now and then looking up for a reaction. I try not to say 'no' in these situations and to take it like a man. We never discussed this or a 'safe word', but I powered through it - at least this time. I got slight praise for how I came through the process. I rubbed him a little - all over. I went down and licked his nuts. His request. I sucked his cock with his guidance and moved back to his asshole on my own, but without any protest. He loved my tongue up his beefy ass. He told me to sit up on the couch and I did. Out of nowhere (seemingly), he pulled out an already folded black bandanna. "Put this over your eyes". I did. I double knotted it for good measure. I could seen nothing. He took me and guided me back into a reclined position. Somewhere hidden, at least to me, he took things out of a bag. He started to fool with my chest and it while I didn't say 'no', I expressed concern that he was going to do something to my nipples. With toys. I mentioned I don't like clamps or the likes on my nipples and he immediately backed off. I know what you're all thinking. I love having my tits played with and I do. I don't like it extremely hard and I've had clamps on before. They're ok, but not great and the pain taking them off is just bad - at least for me. Down near my junk, he did start doing things to me. Clamps, I'm assuming. I couldn't see. I knew enough not to ask. He didn't bother to tell. Whatever it was went around my dick, maybe on it. On my balls. Below them too. And maybe onto my ass. I would later find out, the only thing he would admit to, is putting clamps on the lips of my asshole. They did not hurt going on, but I could feel them. But soon, he went back to abusing my balls and my dick. With each twist, whatever he secured onto my skin began to set my crotch on fire from within and emanating out. This went on for quite sometime. I might have grimaced (I know I did). I might have even said 'ouch', but I never told him to stop. I never told him 'no'. I'm not sure if that was to show him how much of a man I was, or to show myself. "Take a deep breath and hold it". I did. "Now let it out". I did. And when I did he unhooked a clamp. We repeated this process over at least a half dozen times. Honestly, I could not tell where on my body he was removing them. The burning was very diffused, not localized at all. I do remember one of the last ones making my back arch up as I responded to the pain. Nothing came out of my mouth. He asked if I was alright and I gave an affirmative answer. Still blindfolded, he helped me up and moved me over to another area, where he put me on my knees. I could sense he was sitting in front of me and I was to go suck his dick. Like a homing radar, I found it in the first try. We did that for a while. More ball-licking then more ass eating. Then more sucking. Only then did he take off the blindfold. "Sit on my cock". There were two rubbers in reach of him, but he never looked at them and never made an attempt to snag one, let alone put it on. Nor did he ask. His cock was wet with my spit. I wet my hole up with my own spit. But that and the angle wasn't working the way either of us wanted. "Grab the lube over there", which was on top of a shelf. I slicked him up. I slicked me up. I slowly jacked his cock, making him possibly harder than before, but I didn't want to manipulate his cock too much. I didn't want him close. Not this way. I sat on the dick. It felt great. He told me to lean back as far as I could, which bent his cock in my confined hole. It felt better to him than it did to me, but isn't that the point? I rode him and he fucked me for a few minutes - maybe 5. He pulled out. "Get back in the tub". I did. I knelt. He straddled. He let go with another enormous amount of piss. It was at least as much as the first time. Again. Head, face, chest, crotch and even my extended tongue. I wasn't fond of the heat more than the taste. I don't drink coffee even, can you tell? "Show me your ass". I did. I stood up, parted he my cheeks and he pissed on my asshole. As soon as he was done, he shoved his cock up my ass. With my head against the tiles, he pounded me for almost 10 minutes. With a roar, he came up my ass. I could feel him throb. If he came 1/10th of what he pissed, my guts would be flooded - and they were. Eventually, but not immediately, he slipped out. "On your knees". Once again, I was down, he stood in the tub and pissed all over me once more. Not as much as the first two times, but fuck, I was surprised he had anymore in him to begin with. When he was done he held out his cock for me. I cleaned him off. We both rinsed off and then changed. He walked out with me, purposefully taking the stairs. He told me part way down he wanted me to feel what he had done to me. I could still feel the twinges from the clamps and my twisted sac. He told me I'd be feeling it again tomorrow, and I did. He said he'd invite me back. I'm still waiting. ......and hoping. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I’ve been in heat for the past week and a half and I finally got the snot fucked out of me last night. I went to a midweek sex party, and took six different cocks up my ass. For once I was like the “bottom of choice”— or maybe “best bottom available”. Regardless: #1) Black stud with a nice tool #2) Latino with short, fat cock #3) hot ginger cub with 7” #4) hot ginger cub’s “daddy” with a fat 8 #5) old, pony tail dude #6) anon guy— it was dark Numbers 2 and 5 bred me. I “thought” I was gonna get 3 and 4 as well, but they just took turns fucking the snot out of me. I was bent over a couch and just getting used while a bunch of guys watched. It was kinda hot. Occasionally my mouth would be filled by a hard cock as I was getting pounded. I also spent quite a bit of time on my knees sucking cock. I got 5 loads that way— including #’s 3 and 4. They wanted to feed me, so I obliged. The other loads I ate were one that I licked of ginger cub’s chest from some random guy. Plus two other guys that wanted to use my mouth to get off. All in all, not bad for less than two hours of work on a Wednesday evening! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I've said it before but I must say it again, over and over again: it's so good to be a top. My looks are nothing to write home about but somehow there is a seemingly endless array of incredibly beautiful men out there willing to meet me, kiss me, suck my dick, make me cum, and swallow everything I produce, no matter how punishing the volume or saltiness. It's amazing to me. I grew up an extremely self-conscious nerd, rather funny looking, painfully uptight and shy and depressed, thinking life was somehow for other people, expecting nothing, a gay male Janice Ian song. Fast forward thirty years, when you'd think I'm past my prime with my graying chest hair and wrinkled smile, and handsome men are endlessly eager to do nothing but make me feel good. What a world! Today's load-sucker was a heart-meltingly handsome Italian guy, 32 years old, dark hair and beard, big noble nose, fine dark eyebrows and glittering deep brown eyes, and an insanely hot meaty muscled body, covered front and back with straight black hairs forming elegant patterns. Sort of a cross between Joey Fatone and the big hunky Kitchen Cousin dude that's always driving the bulldozer. And unlike most beautiful men, he gave incredible head that had me wanting to cum instantly. We were not together long, maybe 25 minutes tops, but I spent almost that entire time fighting off the urge to blow my wad and blow it hard. Which only meant that when I finally gave in-- far sooner than I wanted to, I wish I could have spent the whole day with him-- the ejaculate was huge and forceful and seemingly never-ending. Wow.He hit me up on Scruff, not something I have much luck with usually, right after I had updated my picture to less of a well-staged glamor shot than usual, and a more natural pose with a bit of a smile, which I don't usually do because I can't believe how much my eyes wrinkle when I grin even slightly. I guess he likes wrinkly. My previous pictures always somehow made me look a little younger, and always more serious, so I figured I would try one that didn't and see how that worked out. And somehow I ended up attracting this beauty. His own picture showcased his hairy body more than his face, which was half covered by a gigantic tablet that he was using to photograph himself with. He was naturally muscled in the limbs but a little doughy in the midsection, much like me but thinner and much more attractive. I think he told me he liked my picture, and I asked for a clear face pic, and he sent one that knocked my socks off. I like how conversations on Scruff quickly turn into strip teases. I sent a shitless pic and one of me seated in boxer briefs and a t-shirt, but taken from the point of view of someone approaching me to blow me, which makes my already rather meaty legs looks pretty huge. He liked them and replied with a copy of body shots, and I told him he would look awesome sucking my dick, and he said he agreed, and so I went to the boner and full nude and dick pic, and he showed me himself nude, and I asked for a rear view, and he sent that, and there it was. He looked like a good boy, clean and quiet, but I asked if he swallowed cum, and he said he did, and I was like, you are the fucking jackpot. Then I sent him a cumshot, and he said "Damn! I can't wait!" He lives in Hackensack, 12 miles away, but as luck would have it he was going to be in the city very near my place and free around lunchtime, which is a great time for me to hook up. The stars were just aligning too well; I felt sure this would all fall through. But no, at 11:50 he texted to say he was at my building, and when I buzzed him up, he came in looking exactly like his pictures, just an unbelievable beauty. He was pretty sweaty from walking out in the muggy weather, but didn't want any water, so we got right down to it. His kissing style was a little tight-lipped, and at first I didn't feel any chemistry. I am very intimidated by guys who look this good, to be honest, and I'm sure they pick up on it and I sabotage my own experience with this insecurity. But he was very trembly and his breathing was quick and shallow as I kissed him and chewed on his neck, and I thought, he *is* into it; I need to calm down. So we kept making out, and I groped his meaty body up and down, pushing my body into his, and breathing in his cologne. (I actually sometimes like it when a dude wears something, just because it sort of seems like an unexpected extension of his personality-- he chose what to smell like, and if it's something I like too, it's just another thing that makes him attractive, like flattering clothes or the way he trims his beard. I completely reek of it now, however, and that's the downside.) Finally I told him to get to his knees and whipped out my unit. I wasn't very hard yet, and he squeezed it a bit before kneeling in that universal "Is this thing on" gesture that cocksuckers who are about to be disappointed often make. But then he did get to his knees and suck me in and FUCK. He sucked a bit fast for me but damn if it wasn't nice, and he had me thick and long in no time. It was so exciting seeing his meaty body down there, and his handsome face slack with pleasure at suckling on my meat, that even though I wasn't fully hard I just wanted to erupt right down his throat then and there. I held the back of his head with one hand and his beard with the other, focusing all the energy on the action of him sucking me, and took it as long as I could without getting too close to the edge. Then I leaned down to kiss him, and took off his shirt, and let him suck me a bit more. His shoulders were thickly muscled, soft bulky shapes under his beautiful skin. Then I lay back on the bed, told him to take off the rest of his clothes, and there he was between my legs, making me feel like heaven. It is impossible to look at a body like this spread out before me and not think, "All this? For ME?" I just shook my head and took what he was giving greedily, holding his massive shoulders and slowly thrusting my dick up into his mouth at the rhythm he was sucking me. He seemed shy about my eating his ass, but I had to try. His balls were super sensitive and he whined a little when I licked the smooth spot on their underside-- in general he was extremely quiet, but he would occasionally make little sounds like this, and that was all I had to go on. I feasted on his ass and was really tempted to just mount him and plow him. But we hadn't talked about any of that, and I didn't want to scare this beautiful creature off with my filthy raw desires. So I just feasted on his backside, holding his massive thigh and thick calf in either hand, and my dick was so hard it hurt. I stood up and brought it to his face, standing at the edge of the bed, and he pushed himself over to it like a blind newborn puppy, drawn to the suck, and with my hands on my hips, admiring his whole body sprawled on the bed, the whorls of dark hair on his flanks, the incredibly thick muscles on his thighs, the ass, the bull neck, the tattoo on his bicep. All this? For ME?? I fucked his face and just marveled. He was beautifully responsive. If I told him to slow down he slowed down. If I just touched the crown of his head with a bit of pressure, he went further down on my dick. And when I gently touched his hip with three fingers and made a slight upward flipping motion, he rolled onto his back, and I saw him in all his glory, body, limbs, beautiful face smiling at me half-shy and half-smug. I put my body on his and he wrapped his limbs around me and we kissed deeply, much more fluidly now than before; I suppose he had warmed up to me a good bit. I again considered fucking him. But at this point I was on hair-trigger. I could cum any second. Feeling his meaty body under me and all around me, my hard bone straining against his pubes and sliding up and down alongside his own rather small dick, I could barely keep it together. He was just too beautiful. I raised myself before I got too excited, kissed him deeply, and then got in position near his head to fuck my dick down into his face. I lay one leg across his body, the other cocked to the side, and holding my body up on extended arms, looking down into his beautiful face, I fucked his mouth with long, masterly strokes. He opened wide and looked happier than he ever had to just be taking this onslaught, perfectly matching the rhythm of my thrusts with licks of his tongue, giving just the right amount of suction on the out-stroke to keep it going. I looked down at his body and noticed he was idly fondling my hairy calf muscle, which was right on his groin, with those beautiful meaty hands of his; the overall effect was like he was praying and using the hairs on my leg as a kind of rosary. The bliss on his face was plain. It was too much, and I said with a kind of pain in my voice-- the unique pain of too much intense pleasure-- "You're gonna make me cuuum," and he just kept up that sweet lapping as I fucked, and so I let it rip. I didn't alter my thrust, I didn't hold back, I just let my dick do its thing as I crept closer and closer to the edge, and out jetted the first spurt. The look of bliss instantly changed into an "Oh holy fuck what is this" kind of face, and I could tell I was cumming quarts in him. Each thick, hard squirt made him grimace a bit, but I guess he figured it out, and as I kept unloading into him, his face relaxed a bit, and then seemed surprised that this meat was still shooting goo into him; a kind of wonder and submission came over his face. His eyes were closed the whole time. I felt like I was going to cum a second time; he didn't stop working my tool with his tongue for one second, and his beauty was absolutely overwhelming to me. Maybe I did cum a second time; I certainly was pulsing in his mouth for the better part of a minute, seemed like. I finally just fell to his side and laughed. He opened his eyes and looked at me with a rather open face. "Was that too much?" I asked, almost embarrassed at how much I came. "Oh no! It was fine," he said, seeming shy again. I made various exclamations about how good he was and how good it was and how I was fighting back the urge to shoot from the beginning. He smiled and didn't say much, lying beside me. But I think he had what he wanted. I asked if he wanted water now to clear his throat, and he laughed and said sure, and I got some while he got dressed. We talked a bit about where he has lived and where he's from, but then he was on his way. I got to unload my nuts in him, but I didn't really get to talk to him much! I guess beauty never fully gives itself to you. I told him to say hello any time and he said I should do the same and who knows what that means. But for some long, hot moments, he was mine, and he made me feel amazing. Just amazing. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... My latest ejaculation, released about 30 minutes ago in Fort Greene, left the totality of my past two days' semen production deposited deep in the body of a little 29-year-old latino slip of a thing, small and thin enough for me to snap in two like a pretzel stick. He was, however, laughably unlike his photos, which showed a trim but finely muscled body, along with a partner who was also small in stature but much thicker. I rarely am interested in groups but they both looked fantastic to fuck, and I instantly fantasized about having them both on all fours in front of me, going back and forth between them with tongue and prick, or eating one ass while being blown by the other. He said he was alone today, though, which made the decision easier. He was honestly much more articulate than guys who look like his pictures are-- it has to be said, the hotter the guy the stupider and more frustrating he is to communicate with, usually-- which should have been a tip off. But it is a beautiful summery day, bright and breezy, and the pictures and his easy availability instantly filled my blood with the desire to rut and spread my seed. I have work to do, and errands too, but sex…. sex is the thing I can never argue with. I never get tired of it, despite the endless sameness of much of the mechanics. Am I compulsive? And is that a good thing, or a bad thing, to be filled with desire so easily? Those thoughts were bubbling underground as I got my car keys, brushed my teeth, and rode over. As luck would have it, I found a parking space right on his block. His building is in an area with a lot of housing projects; I thought, oh gawd, don't make me have to go in there to fuck today. I've fucked a few guys in housing projects up here, and it's not *that* bad, except for the one time I got stuck in the elevator in one with a bunch of panicked, screamy black girls who rocked the elevator car and somehow pulled the doors open. (That turned out to be one of the hottest fucks of my life: the guy had a beautiful meaty body and was intensely sensual and wide-open to everything I did for him; we screwed for almost two hours and I felt like I ejaculated half my spine into him, it was so good.) But no, he was in a rather nice new building across the street from the projects, and he buzzed me up, and did the door-hanging-open-face-down-on-the-bed thing. Except the room was flooded with light and I wasn't really going to be fooled by this ploy. He was just a scrawny kid sprawled out on the bed. He turned to look at me as I went over to the bed, and there on a ledge I saw a bottle of poppers. I instantly remembered that he'd asked me to bring over lube and that in my deep musings about my relationship to my testicles, I completely forgot to bring any. This gave me an easy out. "Shit!" I said with honest dismay, though he was definitely not what I had come over there to fuck. "I forgot to bring lube!" He shrank back a bit, and looked a little wounded, like the inevitable rejection had come. "We can't fuck without lube!" (Of course we can. I always spit and slip; I actually hate lube.) "Maybe next time?" he said feebly, sensing his own opportunity slipping away. I laughed and shook my head. "Sorry man! I completely forgot." And I started to turn to go. I still just wanted to shoot my seed in a warm, welcoming body, truth be told. I was just full of sap. "Want to eat some?" he asked brightly, stopping me in my tracks. He'd asked for a lot of rimming online and I told him I would totally bury my face in his rear, and I thought, what the hell. So I turned back towards the bed and he got back into position, with a jockstrap visible over his slightly slid-down nylon shorts-- two normally hot-button items which to me are about as unsexy as can be imagined. I pulled the shorts off instantly. And the ass, I must say, was not at all bad. He *was* a very scrawny little specimen-- I felt rather like Gigi daintily dining on ortolans while I worked over his ass cheeks, but I have to say, the shape, the firmness, and the contrast of his rather fleshy rear against his tiny waist and slender limbs only made it stand out more as ASS. And when I reached down to hold his dick, as I do indeed like to do while I eat ass, I felt that it was, well, humongous. He was barely 5'8 and 140 pounds, but he had a seriously long unit and nice nuts, too. I didn't remove any of my clothes or my watch, I just ate his ass a while, thinking, am I compulsive? But it was good! It made my dick hard! Before long I had to lose my own shorts so I could stroke my dick and heighten the pleasure of sending this kid to derrière nirvana. And between the chewing on the cheeks and the gnawing at the gooch and licking up the ligaments between his legs and pubes, I felt his asshole completely engulf my tongue, at the same moment I smelled an acrid burst of poppers hit the air. That was all I needed. My dick engorged with hot blood, strained in my hand, and I slicked it up with saliva and knelt behind him and put my dick against his hole. I pushed a little, and it began to slide, and he pushed back against me. I quit my own movements, just saying, "Come on little baby, take the dick. You can take it. Come on back." And I gently stroked his hipbones with my fingertips, from front to back, verrrry gently coaxing him into swallowing up my entire bone in his body. He got about half way and then I tried to push, and he grimaced hard. I didn't want to hurt the poor kid, so I said, "Let me eat you more." He wiggled with excitement, got back into position, and I opened him up more with my tongue. Every time I visited his hole it was more and more relaxed, and I could sink my tongue in deeper and deeper. And then I put my dick back, and the kid took it all the way in, till I bumped my bush up against his tail. And then we seriously fucked. He wasn't very cute, his body wasn't anything to look at at all, but the ass was very sweet, warm and now very slick inside. He flipped on his back and I grasped his legs and pushed back hard, to raise his hole to where it needed to be to accept my battering ram, and in this position it glided in like a hot knife into a chunk of butter. "Come down to me come down to me," he begged, and I put as much of my weight on him as I could while maintaining armfuls of leg, and kissed him while I heaved my fuckstick into his bunghole. He flipped again, and I got on his back, and we got our bodies very close. I pressed my beard against his clean shaven face and breathed roughly into his ear while I plowed his body deep. It felt good but not the usual, where I want it to last and last, as with a really beautiful guy. For once I really just wanted to get off. I just wanted to spread my seed, I just wanted this fuck. So I let it go. I fucked deeper and deeper and harder and harder until my body was forced to eject its slime. And then I pushed in deep and held still, and he gasped, and I said into his ear, "I'm cumming in you. Do you feel it?" My dick was pulsing hard against his inner walls, squirting out everything I had in my nuts. I let six or seven spurts pop into him as I lay still so he could really feel what my dick was doing, hidden way inside him. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god," he kept saying as my erection kept jerking with each shot. And then I pounded against him again, wanting to get the most out of this orgasm; I just held his thighs tight and rammed my body into his, using his prostate as the firm target of my dickhead, rubbing up against it to maximize my climax, and I spurted a few more hot gushes of my manly emission into him. He curled neck into mine and kissed me and we breathed together and held our bodies close. I had cum hard and fast and it was animalistic and good. Slowly then I pulled out; I went limp very quickly. He had said, before I started eating him, that he was worried his partner would come home early, and couldn't get any reply from him. I asked him about it as I swaggered over to the bathroom to wash off my dick, which was swinging all wet and gooey between my thighs. I pointed out that they had the joint profile. "Well otherwise we're kinda don't ask, don't tell," he said from the doorway of the bathroom, watching me tend to my gooey meat. "Don't ask, don't tell, don't walk in on another dude spooging inside you," I suggested, and he laughed. "Yeah, like that." "Well, I think I parked illegally anyway, so maybe it's just as well we hurried. I'll be out of your hair in a second." I got my dick sparkly and new again, and then put on my clothes and hunted for my glasses. They were lying on a desk next to a book by Andy Warhol that I had just read a few months ago. We talked a little bit about art and suchlike, but mostly I wanted to check on my car and get out of there before his partner appeared. I got downstairs and there was no ticket, thank God. The traffic home was misery even though it was at most three miles. But I had the top down, I had a satisfied, fuzzy-warm dick curled up in my pants, empty balls that will leave me alone for a couple of days, hopefully. ...Until I'm compelled to fuck again!! Like a vampire that injects body fluids instead of sucking them out! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He was cocky in a way that was a turn-on. There is a line, fine or not, that cockiness turns into a guy just really being an asshole. It was something about the way he wrote his MH ad. Part was the image he posted, part was him almost demanding you unlock your pics for him when you say 'hi'. Usually, I skip over those guys, but this time I did not. It paid off. For me and I think for him. One of my unlocked photos was me eating out a guy's ass. This guy was all over that. He wanted his ass eaten...........by me. Ohhhhhhhh, I "suppose", I could do that. He was handsome. 5'8", muscular, 7" or so. He had the right attitude too. It was about me eating his ass. If anything more came from it organically, fine. If not - then he still got his hole munched on. While he was fine from the get go, he got into it all more as we went along. His assertiveness. His verbal skills. His confidence. I know I have a different take on it than some, but I go into these things with low expectations (sometimes) and am fairly comfortable going-in. The worst that can happen is one of us walking out. Egos are a little bruise, but that is it really. There was a little kissing, but not much. I was pushed to my knees for some minimal cocksucking. While he liked my oral skills on his cock, that's not what he was there for. It's not what I had him there for. I wanted to munch butt. Soon he was bent over a desk. You've heard it from me before, but I'll take you through it........ When I pay attention to the ass, I PAY attention to it. I kiss that hole. I press my tongue flat against that hole. I run it up and down the entire crack, including teasing the 'taint. I flick my tongue against the ass lips. I run it right around the outer ring too. Of course, then I stiffen my tongue and slowly and deliberately insert it up his ass. Then I tongue fuck it. By then, they are so into it, they can barely moan anymore. This guy was no different. The ass was tight, but it had been used, regardless of what he had told me. It was manly but clean. It had a natural funk to it that isn't bad - or at least for me. I did suck here and there, but not greatly. He jacked while I ate. He wanted to lie back while he told me a tale of how he and four other guys nailed some guy in Chicago. None of them knew each other, let alone the young guy. He was very turned on by that. The story and his retelling. I ate his ass while he told me. He jacked. The combination got him off, but not before I could swoop down and capture it all. I'm not a fool. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Just sweated all over and spurted deep inside a nerdy-handsome, beautifully compact/muscular slightly hairy dude with a fat dick and one of those asses that reduces a top like me to a useless gibbering, licking, thrusting, squirting imbecile. And I thought he was standing me up-- we both expected he would be here in 30/40 minutes, coming from the Upper West Side, but it had been well over an hour, and I was about five minutes away from getting annoyed and this close to going to Tribeca to fuck a little bottom I plowed a couple years ago who doesn't seem to remember who I am (always charming). But then I suddenly got a text from the Compact Bottom saying he was off the train, which had been greatly delayed, and now I feel like a very lucky, sated top indeed. I am not sure most people would find him handsome, but he really did it for me-- I liked his narrow face, prominent chin, big nose, and almost intimidating eagle-eyes. His body was just fantastic. I've fucked some amazing bodybuilder-type bodies, but when someone just naturally has it all-- shoulder/waist proportion, broad thick shoulders, pant-straining thighs, very cute round caboose, strong neck, big hands-- it trumps anything hormones, steroids, and hours at the gym can do. When he came in my head spun a little, and I was worried he wouldn't be into me, but he accepted my offer of some water, said it was a gorgeous day outside, and just before he quaffed the water, looked at me and said with his rather soft, intelligent, forceful voice, "Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day inside, too." And he drank, and I smiled and did an aw-shucks shuffle with my feet, and said, "It's gonna be beautiful inside for me, anyway." This was received as witty rather than idiotic, so I moved closer, put my hands on his belly, and leaned in for the kiss. And he was a nice kisser, the kind whose lips feel really alive, whose lips promise an explosive orgasm, and we moved closer, and wrapped ourselves around each other, and it was on. My dick swelled very quickly inside my pants and his hands found it and the sheer excitement was plain in his body-- his spine slackened, he exhaled quickly, his skin felt more electric and he must have instantly emitted some invisible, scentless pheromone that my nose picked up like a hunting dogs, because I suddenly felt lit on fire with the desire to be on top of him. I led him back to the bedroom and groped his fantastic, meaty body, grazing his nipples with my hand as an exploratory measure, and I found the buried treasure. He turned his body aside to give me better access to his chest, slackened again and sighed sharply, and accepted more pleasure, feeling my cylinder of meat lengthen and thicken all the while in my shorts. I couldn't fight the urgency his attractiveness was awakening in me-- this kind of guy was just built for a top like me to very slowly enjoy, but something in me kept pushing and pushing things closer to the moment when I would be inseminating his body deeply, much too fast. I fought it as best I could, but quickly found myself ordering him to his knees and unbuttoning my fly and releasing my tool, which slowly made its way around the fabric and bounced out into his face. He was in hog heaven and I could barely see, it was so exciting. But he had somehow worked his shorts down and was fisting his own tool while he gulped down mine over and over. It felt good, but again I kept pushing, pushing. So I lifted him up, kissed him some more-- sex oozed through our lips, in our saliva, I held the back of his head and bit his neck and was just an intense urgent bundle of WANT, and I pushed him over onto the bed, where he displayed his full body, the muscular back with that deep masculine channel running down the back, gleaning in the dim light. Lightly hairy ass that makes me want to cry just picturing it. I could have spent all day eating it, and when I reached up under his body to flick his nipples while I tried to force my tongue into his (admittedly very tight) hole, he seemed like he would take off into orbit. And I wanted to spend more time, more time-- but whatever it was kept pushing and pushing, and then I was on top of him, thrusting my meat into his own even fatter, beautiful tubesteak, artificially inflated with a cockring but just a beautiful sight alongside my own. We both felt amazing. But pushing, pushing. I ate his ass some more, and moved into a 69 position, and we fucked our dicks into each other's mouths at exactly the same rhythm-- somehow I don't think this has ever happened, but he matched my thrusts perfectly and my pleasure spiraled, thinking this was the ultimate in gay sex: beautiful cocks thrusting into each other with the same force, the same tempo, the same length, the closest we can get to fucking each other simultaneously, enjoying each other's manhood in perfect synch. And he loved it, too; up till this point it seemed he liked more attention paid to his ass than his dick. When I would suck it on the round trip from ass-mounds to hole to gooch to balls and so on, it almost seemed to shrivel a bit-- and I think I am a pretty good cocksucker. But in this position, bodies aligned, fucking each other, I felt his thick meaty unit grow rock-hard on my tongue, which only made my ooze precum like a fountain, seemed like. Beautiful. But not enough. I ate his ass a bit more, slicked up with lube because I knew there was no way I could get in there naturally, and he positioned himself like an animal in lordosis: head buried in the bedclothes, arms and fingers splayed in anticipation of being run through with a fuckbone, ass held high, spine reverse-arched in a primal sign of submission to pleasure. I pushed and was resisted and pushed more and suddenly sunk in all the way and almost lost my mind. He was very tight, which often makes me lose my erection a bit, so I fucked him best I could to loosen him up, but knew I had to pull out and harden myself up a bit more for this ass. When my dickhead slid out it pulled with it an obscenely thick gob of his inner lubricant, a gooey slightly yellowy substance, no scent, very slippery. I've seen it before but not this kind of quantity-- it was a little horrifying. But I swiped it away, and put it on my dick, and it was a beautiful lube, nature's best, viscous and slippery and warm, and then I dove back into his ass. He instantly cried out from the contrast of deep hard meat and velvety slick tongue on his hole, and he pushed back into me and yelped, wrapped his calves back around my body tightly to pull me in, rubbed his dick down in my chest hair, and dilated to accept my tongue deeply. "FUCK YEAH take my tongue man," I brilliantly quipped, and then plunged it back into him. This had to be the cleanest dude ever, despite the copious ooze he was making involuntarily to slick up my passage inside him. It took no time at all to feel my dick get ramrod hard again, oozing its own contrasting lubricant from my cumhole, clear and sweet and slippery, so I mounted him again and sunk back in, and rode him hard. He loved it and I loved it. More ass eating. I just wanted to live with my face in his hindquarters. But still that pushing to the goal-- I couldn't just let myself enjoy him, even though at this point he seemed like the perfect bottom, if a little on the tight side. I ordered him onto his back, and he said, "God I want to feel that hard dick inside me again," and there it was in him again. I had to grasp his ankles and calves to position his hole for optimal plowing, and even from this angle his ass cheeks were beautifully shaped, just made by God to accept my thick staff, and I pushed his legs back as far as I could and rammed into him and said "This is so beautiful, God, look at this," and he just said "fuck me fuck me fuck me" and then I whimpered, "I gotta cum, I can't hold back," and a steady stream of encouragement and whimpering of his own came from his mouth, I couldn't even parse it, my brain was a pulsing red blob and I was impregnating him with all of my cum, hard, deep, and way too fast. And then he was cumming too, white pearls of goo dripping from the end of his dick onto his hairy belly. He was talking about my throbbing, my pulsing, feeling my sperm deep inside him when he shot, the incoherent babbling of a bottom perfectly satisfied by his top. We stayed like that for a minute or so, a heaving mass of sweaty, slick flesh contorted on the bed, with tab A firmly stuck inside tab B. I pulled out but he was clamping down on my pretty hard; I had to strain the muscles between my legs to harden and swell my dick as much as possible to let it slide past his iron sphincter. And then we were done. I think this all was over in maybe 35 minutes, from kiss to disengagement. I should still be fucking him. But I just couldn't last in someone like that. He got dressed and we talked a bit about work, and where he might move to. He marveled at the size of my apartment, saying "Why do I live in Manhattan?" and we talked a bit about Brooklyn and his roommate situation. I was already feeling a little regret that it was over so soon, despite my deep feeling of calm and satisfaction. We hugged and he kissed my neck and took my load with him out into the bright day; who knows where it is now, but I hope he keeps me in him for good. If I can't have my dick in his sweet compact body all day because I was too greedy about feeling it all so quick, I can at least have the satisfaction of knowing that my secret sexual fluid is still there with him, wherever he is, an integral part of him now. I've made my mark. I'm still inside him. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I just got out of the shower to wash off the sticky, sweaty residue from a deep, satisfying fuck with a kid half my age that I really wasn't all that attracted to-- 27, blond, angelic, a little goofy looking, from Texas-- but he had the nice tight little body of a Pilates instructor, the sweet rounded ass cheeks of a dancer, and a long fat prick that was hard as soon as he tasted my meat and stayed straight and solid as a bone the entire time I plowed him. This is the kind of fuck I dream about with guys who are more my type, but so rarely seem to find. He had replied to a Craigslist ad I put up that got a trickle of replies, and then aggressively hit me up on Grindr. None of his pics were too intriguing except the body shot, showing the tight belly, the very light dusting of body hair, and a decent caboose. My brain stem and testicles were pretty much in charge of me today, pretty much dictating that I *had* to fuck and spread my seed come hell or high water, so given his good attitude, thin midsection, and deep desire for the liquid contents of my scrotum to be squirted inside him, I invited him over. He didn't look much more my type in person, but once he was spread out between my thighs, showing off those thick muscular legs and that creamy pair of ass-mounds, it was all over, and I was soon buried in him up to my hairy, cum-swollen nuts, and loving it. When he got here he clearly didn't want to make out or anything. He looked at my bedroom-- still completely wrecked with the a nightmare bathroom renovation that will never, ever end-- and with a rather unconvinced voice asked, "Are we going to do it here?" and I mumbled some affirmative things, feeling a little embarrassed, and then he said, "Well then let's get to it," and eyed my groin while he got with almost hilarious alacrity to his knees. I balked at being treated like such a piece of meat-- at least kiss me, dude!-- but the brain stem and the testicles conferred briefly and ordered my feet to stay planted on the floor and my hand to unbutton my shorts and free my genitals. He lunged for them and began sucking away. I was not sure any of this was going to work for me-- the curly blond hair, the tattoos on the knuckles, the sweaty film covering him from trotting over here-- but again the brain stem and the testicles ignored my pitiful cogitations and ordered my dick to engorge with blood and ooze precum. Seeing the hottest dudes I've ever been with sucking on my dick never got me hard as fast as this did situation did today. With amazement I watched my dick grow fatter and longer every time it slid off his tongue. His technique was full of teeth and hands and yet my bone steadily grew to regulation fuck-ready width and length. My body was going to FUCK and I was going to LIKE it and that was THAT. I pulled off my shirt, got on the bed, and decided to relax and enjoy the ride. "Take off your shorts," I barked, and he said, "Yes SIR!" as he kept saying from the beginning online (something that always makes me feel more like Peppermint Patty than a drill sergeant, but OK), and scrambled up between my legs to get close to my spit-slicked sausage again. He sucked me with his ass hiked theatrically in the air, but again I barked at him, "Lay down flat on the bed," and he looked at me with shy eyes, both curious about and turned on by my sudden gruffness, but he slid his knees along the bedclothes until he was flat, and that's when those gleaming fuck-mountains peeked into view, and that's when I realized maybe I should listen to my brain stem and testicles more often. He stared at me with his doll-like big blue eyes while he slobbered on my knob, and I said, "It tastes good, doesn't it?" He nodded and I continued, "Make me feel good, and get me really hard, and I will fuck you. Feel my nuts?" He felt my nuts. "You keep making me feel good, and they'll make lots of cum for you. They'll swell with cum and I'll fuck you and shoot it all inside you." He fondled them more vigorously while he luxuriated in my fat oozing choad. "I want your cum, Sir!" he said with great joy in his voice at this silly act. "Your dick is so hard! I can't wait till you fuck me! I want you to flood me with cum!" My dick was indeed amazingly hard. The head was effective but not very pleasurable, so I started to sit up. He began to follow me, but I barked, "Stay just like you are," and he got back flat on the bed, with his head in the sheets, and I walked around the end of the bed to inspect his hindquarters. Wow. Shape as iconic as McDonalds' arches, the logo of the eminently fuckable bottom. Light dusting of hair between extremely creamy, smooth globes of taut flesh begging to be licked and chewed. A rough hairy gooch bulging obscenely between his glutes, suggesting he had a huge, fat dick-- only fat long dicks have buried roots that protrude that beautifully. Thick thighs swelling and stretching beautifully away from the scene, like runway lines leading you to the sweet hole you're going to slide your meat in. My face was buried in this wonderland of man-ass faster than Chris Christie's in a pile of cheeseburgers. He murmured his appreciation of my technique and reached down to arrange his dick just so while I ate him, and with my eyes still closed so I could enjoy this rear-end delectation, I let my fingers slide along his thigh and down to the bed to feel what he had put there for me. He had a very nice, big dick. Harder even than mine, as only a 27 year-old's dick can get. Very straight, tapered at the end, smaller dickhead than I find ideal, but bulging with beautiful veins and a good inch longer than mine. I could feel every bump and ridge all around the fat cumtube with eyes closed, like it was a form of penile braille. Grasping this dong, I licked and probed and chewed away at his rear, thrilled with this new toy. He hiked his butt into my face and moaned when I rubbed my (currently very full) beard along the length of his tubesteak. "God that feels good," he said, for once not acting like a cum-crazy pussyboi and stating an honest appreciation of something maybe he didn't expect. I wanted to just keep eating, but again possessed by my baser control centers, I found myself on my feet, leaning over him, aiming my engorged dickhead at his hole, crouching over him, a bit from the side for leverage and so I could see what I was doing, and letting it sink into the blond kid all the way, inch by inch by inch by inch, until my pubes bumped into his asscheek. "Ooooooh yeah," he said, "No lube!" I said, "Attaboy. Just you and me. Your juice, my spit, my precum, natural fuck, just you and me." He sighed. Beautiful. And basically for the next 45 minutes I rode his motherfucking ass like we were going somewhere. I was pretty close to cumming the instant I felt his body heat all along the length of my sex-- there is just no substitute for that feeling. But I held back, and found ways to fuck him slowly but forcefully. But I kept having to pull out and eat him more, to give my poor dick time to get used to the pleasure. His hole grew saltier and brinier as I fucked him-- the best bottoms lubricate themselves with this stuff that just makes my dick slide in easier and easier, feels creamier and creamier, but is perfectly clear and has no scent. The taste is unmistakable, though. You can't fake that. My bottom was lubricating for me so I could fuck him as long and as deep as I wanted. And I wanted. So I fucked. "It's a shame you can't see this," I sighed at one point, watching my dick piston out from between his platonically perfect cheeks for the millionth time, revealing the fat shiny flaring dickhead that has all the good nerves… then plunging it back in. "I have my phone, you could film it," he said. I wanted to. "You could film yourself shooting all over my hole and then pushing back into me to fuck the rest of the cum in." I really wanted to. But I kept fucking. I didn't want any distraction. He grew quiet again, and when I said I felt too good, he said, "Don't cum, keep fucking me, I don't want you to stop." Music to my ears. I soldiered on. We were soaked with sweat. I chewed his neck while I fucked my rod down into his prostate. Then I pulled out, asked him if he would suck my dick some more, and he didn't flinch; he lay back and said, "Finger my ass while I suck you," and I did, fucking him with my fingers while I fucked his skull with my cock, and then I was on top of him again, and he hiked his legs way back, and then my dick slid into him again-- "You have awesome aim" he said as I guided it into him with just my hips-- and then it was all over. Holding his little body, feeling his hips, his thick thighs, putting my weight on his shoulders while I pounded my body into his, all the while plugging up his hole with my prick-- it was too much. "I'm gonna cum!" I cried out, then inexplicably pulled out and jizzed all over his body. "Noooooo" he said, scrambling for my dick, wresting it from my hand, and putting it back at his hole. I flopped around like a Furby with a short in it, spewing all over the place, but finally had enough presence of mind to get my dick back in him for the last two or three spurts-- suddenly I guess my aim was not-so-good any more. But as I came to and felt my orgasm fade inside his body, I saw sticky threads of goo running from his own dick to his belly to mingle with mine. He had cum too, while I was still pulsing inside him. Good fuck! But we were gross. His ass was smeared with spit, mucoid secretions, cum, sweat. My hair was probably all over the place. I led him to the shower and gave him a clean towel and paced the floor while he showered, coming down from this extremely intense, athletic fuck. My heart was pounding, my mind was racing, and I felt pretty awesome. A true sexual high. We talked a bit about apartments and such, the obvious topic, while he got dressed and drank the water I offered. Then he left, carefully avoiding the kiss that landed on his neck, and took my last few spurts of cum out into the world. Later he texted me, saying "Yum thanks" and then "You can use my hole again for sure. Would like a vid of you unloading all over my hole then shoving it in deep." So I had clearly missed an opportunity. "I was kinda trying to do what you asked, but honestly I don't think too clearly when I'm ejaculating," I deadpanned, and he replied with that Emoji with the tongue out and the wink. I dunno if I'll fuck him again. But I'm glad I did. I don't know why I can't have this with the most beautiful guys I fuck, but it's all good, I can't ask too much of the universe. I happily take what I can get, and what I get is pretty fuckin good. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Well, I can honestly say I was hoping for more dick than I got— but I still was used quite a bit this past weekend. I had had a bit of a dry spell (not feeling well and also some travel and family) so I didn’t have much to report for like a week and a half. So I’ll start with last Thursday: Thursday morning before work my banker buddy came by and dumped a quick load in my hole. Then I went to work. And then later that evening a buddy came by and nailed me well. This is a partnered guy who plays around with me on the DL. And raw. He’s shorter, wiry, and has 7.5” of proud, thick meat on him. He was in a crazy horny mood and he just fucking used my hole. And left me very full! Saturday I lucked Into a session with BigTen. I had hit him up earlier in the week but his weekend plans were up in the air. I just happened to log on to Manhunt and there he was. Fifteen minutes later he was over and we were fucking. And MAN he fucks well! I know I say this every time— but every time it’s the best sex I’ve ever had! I mean, how could 10 inches of rock hard cock that is 7” in circumference NOT be the best sex ever? He hadn’t cum in a week either and used my hole to edge himself. When he finally came inside me—- oh my g-d. HUGE load! Then on Sunday, after an evening of drinking and carousing with friends, I found myself at home, buzzed, and horny as fuck. So I jumped online and a buddy of mine was on and looking. He only lives a mile away, so he was over very quickly and… damn. I’d forgotten how much fun it is to have a good buzz going and then do poppers while taking cock. He ate my ass then pounded me doggy style. I was actually worried the bed shaking would disturb my neighbors!! I was in blissed-out heaven by this fuck! It was one of those fucks that just felt *good*, you know? Where everything just works and he hits deep enough to hurt but also feel awesome. And he isn’t small— his online handle is 7 plus. It’s a thick 7. And “Plus”. So I went to bed that night with his swim team in my ass. But Monday dawned and after the great fuck from the night before, I was still goddamn horny. So I started looking. First up was a dom daddy top. He was silver haired, barrel-chested, furry and handsome as hell. He also had just a touch of BO going, which made him even hotter! And damn he sure knew how to take charge. I was his boy and his hole that afternoon. He used the hell out of my mouth and ass. The best part was when he held me down on my stomach, kicked my legs apart, and bear hugged me while pounding my hole. I was well rewarded with a nice warm load in my guts. At this point I figured I was done with sex (as everyone else seemed to be flaking out online). But I ended up getting a booty text from the guy I’m sort of in love with. Or at least in severe lust with. He came over at 7:30 and tore my hole UP! He’s got about 7 inches, but the base gets really thick. I asked him to go in easy— but he just shoved in. Hard. And it hurt like fuck. (I even bled a little). But we were both undeterred. And eventually I ended up on my stomach, one leg cocked out to the side, and he fucked the snot out of me. Eventually I relaxed and it started feeling really good— which was just about the time he filled me with his spunk. And this guy, if you remember, is the BIG cummer. As his cock pulsed in me, I could feel the wet heat start to fill me. I milked him to get it all, and when he pulled out a trail of his load started oozing down my ass crack. The rest of him came out this morning. And unfortunately my hole is still craving more. #BottomCumpigProblems huh? More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Just a quick post for completeness' sake: Early yesterday morning I squirted another nine or ten jets of my salty, acrid reproductive fluid down the eager gullet of, and into the belly of, yet another verrrry cute Latin kid down in DC. I had a long week there of work, socializing, and being prick-teased by all manner of dudes every day all day-- including one Filipino dude with a smokin body who I made out with for an hour and dry humped in 1999. I thought I was finally going to get to juice him up but he flaked, they all flaked! I had gotten truly disgusted by the end of the week and was just focusing on having fun with the friend I was staying with. But Saturday I woke up too early, at 630, and couldn't fall asleep, so I checked out adam4adam. And I was hit up by a truly adorable hairy Latin guy not too far away, who claimed he was a top. "But I love swallowing a big load and like getting fucked sometimes." His ass looked fantastic for eating and seeding. I figured I could forego the online negotiation of raw or not and just try my luck-- I got a ton of raw ass in dc by simply never asking, and putting it in, and being met with enthusiastic non-resistance. So I ran out in the direction I thought he was in before I even got his exact address. He said his roommate would be home at 9 so I didn't want to be rushed. Well, I had the quadrant wrong. I would need to drive. I ran back to my car but lost maybe fifteen minutes. I got to his place and he looked fantastic. But I knew fucking was now out of the question-- things were too rushed. I couldn't even get hard from watching this kid suck on my meat. So I ate his huge meaty hairy ass till my bone was hard-- he loved it and it was fun-- and then flipped him on his back and fucked his face. He greedily accepted my thrusts and sucked hard on my dickhead with every out stroke. "Slow down man, or you're gonna make me cum," I warned, but all that did was excite him more. He sucked HARD and I kept slamming into his face and then I was shooting like a motherfucker. I surprised myself with the intensity of the shots; it all happened so quick. He kept sucking my dickhead HARD and it was too much. I pulled out and finished my orgasm in my hand while he stared up at me with his beautiful eyes. "Youre so fucking CUTE," I moaned with my slimy dick in my hand, and I felt myself start to cum again. I closed my eyes, tilted back my head, and fisted my sweet meaty cock roughly, and felt more cum rush into my ducts, and heard the kid say, deadpan but amazed, "You mean there's more?" And I nodded and put my dick in his face and he took me back in his mouth and I pulsed some more dribbles into him. Ahhhhhh I love to ejaculate. And I laughed heartily and fell back on the bed. He wiped his mouth and said "Thanks for feeding me breakfast!" I love providing my semen to dudes. He was chatty and friendly and cute and really liked my watch. I was back home in maybe thirty minutes. "That was quick!" my friend said when I walked back in. And it was. I don't like quickies but it did feel good! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He was visiting from out of town, Phoenix he said. I'm guessing around 50, 5'11" and 160 or so. It was a decent body, but not spectacular. His dick was about 6", not thin, but not thick either. But he said he was a total top and that intrigued me. Doesn't it always? We chatted for day via Scruff - not extensively, just when we could. He had plans, I had plans, but we finally found a few hours where our free time overlapped. He kept mentioning how he'd like to "open up my hole". I'm not dumb, but for the first two or three times, I assumed he meant fucking. But then I realized the word 'fuck' never ever ever came up in the conversations. Hmmmmm. He was never clear about 'opening' and what it meant. I could guess, of course. But to be safe, before he arrived I put out the only two toys I have: a 6" thick and ridged buttplug and an 8.5" thick and veined dildo. Normally, I'm not big on toys. Cold rubber toys are nothing compared to hot flesh real meat-sticks. That and I can't really manipulate them to fuck myself with them - at least not where it feels good, or close to the actual act. "Ron" said he was big on dirty talk, and he did ok, but again, nothing spectacular. For his pre-talk, I would have though he a master at it, but he was just ok. We started off with me eating his ass. Because you know I love to and he loves to have it done. It was a good match. The hole was clean, yet musky. Tight. He claims ONLY a tongue has ever gone up there. I sucked his cock and licked / sucked his balls too. He wanted me to gag on his cock, but at 6", I didn't see that happening. I mean, I have had some experience. What Ron was really into was assplay. Fingers. It was hard not to think of South Park and the boy's song, "Fingerbang". The part that really excited Ron was closely watching my reaction to everything he did to me. His goal was to push my limits, even expand them. I am ok with that. It was one finger. Then two. Two fingers felt like two and a thumb, but he claimed only two were in there. But it was how he curved his knuckles or moves his fingers that made me feel more full. The way he moved them in a matter of seconds could make me feel full, on the verge or ecstasy or pain. He liked my responses. I didn't mind them either. Normally, I'm not a finger guy. Most guys are ill-equipped to use their digits to make another guy feel anything but pain. They also never seem to notice their nails and what it does to the lining of an ass. Even if it is under the guise of loosening up a guy before a fuck. Give me a dick anytime. Ron reached over and lubed up the butt plug. It went in easily. Probably too easily, but you know, I've been "active" lately and ready to receive. Still he moved it around that hit lots of nerve endings. I watched his eyes as he watched everything about my reactions. He was deep in lust. After that he went back to fingers. I did notice - and mention - that when he did fingers, he lubed his entire hand. This was not lost on me. Now, it was not lost on him. Still, he claimed only two fingers were in, but I had no vantage point to actually see. But why would he lie? Soon, he was lubing up the 8.5" dildo. With the finger and plug action, I was still surprised how easily it slipped up me. All of it in less than a minute. Probably less than half of that. Wow......I'm kind of a slut. But you've probably already mouthed those words sometime during this post. That he didn't really fuck me with, but near the end of this part, he did something to cause pain. Not extreme, but it was like he was bending the head of that rubber cock so it was curved against the inside of my ass. But he couldn't have - right? First, it doesn't bend easily and secondly, how could he manipulate it to do that when his hands were outside my butt? When it came out, I was felt extremely empty. I told him this. He said how he wanted to fist me.........."next time". He was leaving for Arizona in a few hours, there would be no "next time". Maybe it was his ploy to get me to ask him. To beg him. And maybe it worked. I told him to do it. He asked if I was sure. I nodded. I have had two other guys get four fingers in me, but not all and not the palm. So it is not like I'm experienced at this. Yes........I was a virgin. (stop laughing!!!!!) He was good. Very good. He got his hand in me. Slowly. Methodically. Deliberately. Yes, he got up to his wrist. I've never felt so full.....in a good way. Of course, in the back of my mind, I was thinking how horrible this really would stretch me out for others. I was never going to become a fist pig. It's not me or my style. Still, the barrier had been broken, my fisting cherry taken. He was intent on watching me close up as he manipulated his fingers and hand. When he finally removed it, the last thing out was his middle finger, which he slowly slowly slowly dragged out of my ass, possibly giving me the best sensation of the day. And it showed of my face. He told me to get on my knees, and though he didn't fist me again, he sunk that dildo back up with immediacy. I took it like a champ in less than half the time I did before. Whore. Ron fingered me again, but no fist. He did this while he jacked himself off and cumming on my face and in my beard. That is how Ron gets off. I'm not sure he ejaculates in guys, but that's his thing. So, I can cross another thing off my 'to-do" list. What does that leave now? Double Penetration??? More...