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Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... On Saturday afternoon, as you know, I’d already taken two loads. One from a buddy in the steam room at my gym, and another from a big dicked Arab guy from Craigslist. So I wasn’t really looking for more trouble. But 10:30 pm rolled around and I found myself on Scruff. I got a message on there from a guy I’d messed around with before. He was at a bar close by and wanted to know if I was up for a breeding. Seeing as how he has an 8.5 inch cock, I said “Fuck yeah! Bring it on!” We ended up messaging back and forth for awhile because he was with a buddy, and the buddy was trying to figure out if he was going to cum along or strike out on his own for some sex. He eventually found something else, so it was just going to be 8.5 and me. Which was just fine. As he’s on his way over, I get a text message from the buddy who joined me and the black dude for a three way LAST weekend. He had just finished up work and wanted to know if he could cum by and drop off a load. “Um… sure. But I already have another guy on his way to fuck me too.” I texted back. Naturally he was down with this, as he loves walking in on a fuck in progress. He asked if he could be the third, and a text later I learned 8.5 was cool with it too. So it was on. 8.5 arrived first (in more ways than one!) and I quickly sucked him to full hardness. Then he started lubing up as he wanted to get to fucking my hole. I got on all fours, and with a snort of poppers his cock was in me to the hilt. When he bottomed out and I groaned in pleasure, he said “You needed that big cock in you, didn’t you whore?” I couldn’t argue. He started fucking me nice and slow, and then I got the call from the second guy who was in my lobby. I buzzed him up, and he walked in on me taking a long-dicking from 8.5. He watched for awhile, and then joined right in. Buddy 2 stood in front of me so I could suck him while 8.5 kept fucking me. It was fucking awesome— being spit-roast is one of my favorite positions! Then we all shifted a bit and I ended up on my back. 8.5 re-entered me and started really fucking me, and buddy 2 got up behind him and started working his nipples. And with a slight pause to re-popper, Buddy 2 stuck his cock up 8.5’s ass! 8.5 was NOT fully expecting this but man did he get off on it! It took all of 30 more seconds of pumping from both of them before 8.5 was loading my guts with his swimmers. Buddy 2 pulls out of 8.5 (which made him shudder and twitch) and then 8.5 slid out of my now slick chute. Then Buddy 2 flipped me over and drove his cock into my wet hole… HARD! He stood/squatted behind my ass and pounded me for several minutes while 8.5 watched. And then he too added his spunk to the mix. When he pulled out, cock slime was running down my taint and balls. It was fucking SWEET! After a few awkward moments of stilted conversation and post-coital relaxation, they both cleaned up and left (at two minute intervals). I wanted Buddy 2 to stay and fuck another load into me (as he was still hard) but he needed to get home. All in all, it was a good Saturday. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Last week, I went to a small house party. The host has several gloryholes set up in the backyard. When I got there, the cocksucking frenzy had already begun, but there were too many people to fit in all the gloryholes, so guys were playing in the backyard. I walked in and immediately had a cocksucker on his knees in front of me. Actually, there were two cocksuckers vying for my attention. I settled on one, and promptly rewarded him with a large load that he easily and eagerly swallowed. I hung around for a while, and the party coalesced on the back porch. There were three of us sitting on lawn chairs, while three cocksuckers were on there knees in front of each of us. I was egging on the guy sitting next to me, telling him to "shoot that load" when he began to ejaculate in the cocksucker's mouth. That prompted me to begin to unload as well. I hung around for a little, then went home and fell into a deep sleep. The next day, I went over to a cocksucker's house and dumped a nice load down his warm throat. Last night, I went to a bud's house for a small gang bang. The bottom was a tattooed muscle bear. He was on his back, lying in the sling, just waiting for some sperm. I watched several men take their turns on his hole, and dove in when I was given the opportunity. His hole was magically smooth and soft. I plowed him for a while, but had to pull out since I didn't want to shoot too soon. I went into the kitchen, and while I was getting a beer I him say, "We have a winner". I walked into the playroom, and watched as top 1 was pulling out, and saw a drop of cum on the tip of his cock. Another top took over, and as he was fucking the bottom, both the bottom and I were urging him to unleash his load. I watched the top close his eyes, moan, and I knew he was unloading. When he opened his eyes, I asked how it felt. He just grinned, and said great. I decided it was my turn. I slid in and felt the sperm coating my cock. I bent over and began to kiss the bottom. I told him how good his hole felt, what the loads coating me felt like, and listened to him urge me to breed him. After a few minutes, the sensations were too much, and I added load three to his cum filled chute. I pulled out, thanked him, and went home. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here I had a message from a young uncut latino. He asked if I was looking because he needed a cocksucker. My reply was just "where?" He came back with an office building and said he had access to a vacant floor...he works security there and can get me in. HOT! Due to timing I could not do it that afternoon, so this morning we agreed to meet up before work. I took the train downtown and met him out front. Following him into the elevator, I was semi hard remembering his thick uncut meat. You see, when I asked if he had a cock shot just to see what I would feed on, he told me that I have sucked him before and took video. We got to the vacant floor and walked around to make sure no one was around. Then he leaned against the wall, while undoing his pants and I pulled out the camera. I handed over the camera as his meat came out of his underwear. Thick and semi hard! Not wasting any time, I got to work immediately on the head and swallowing the shaft. He told me that I needed to be as loud as I wanted so I knew I could enjoy the hell out of the moment. Using my hand to milk the shaft as I found the foreskin a few times had me sporting full wood in my jock. You know I had to deep throat his drooling cock, and when I did it swelled a bit thicker each time. During the blowjob he panned across the room and it was hot to think of anyone walking in and seeing a security guard with his cock down the throat of a hungry cock sucker!! After a few minutes of oral enjoyment I asked him where he wanted to cum - he said "your mouth". Soon he told me that he was getting closer and I knocked it up a notch until I felt his shaft swell and the head flared up...then the sweet cum began to pour onto my tongue. Squirt after squirt kept cumming and I let it pool in my mouth and as he was finished I looked up and let him see his baby batter. Then I took a swallow and felt the thick load slide down my throat. After he zipped his pants back up we chatted about where I work now, and I told him that anytime he wanted to use that floor to feed me it was fine with me. Hope I get to feast on that uncut latin cock again soon... More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today a 24-year old with unusual stamina and patience blew me for about an hour and a half and got two (2) loads out of my nuts, which are now as shriveled and desiccated as raisins, in shock from the assault. I have always been a slow reloader, but now that I'm in more 40s I am even more so. Typically after I cum my interest in sex drains away so quickly and completely that I can occasionally feel impatient and annoyed with myself for spending so much time on it, even before the very last spurt has come out-- if I actually beat off, my sex drive seems utterly ridiculous for several hours and I wonder why I ever bother fucking. (Once it comes roaring back, a day or so later, I always seem to be reminded.) But today, damn if I didn't rise to the occasion. The kid was not totally my type, but he was what most people would think was cute, not very built or defined or anything, but a cute face, man-boyish, I think partly south Asian, maybe Pakistani but not sure, maybe Indian. He had a very jockish manner, with that inability/reluctance to talk that I associate with a certain kind of straight-guy. I thought he was playing me at first; he'd responded to a Craigslist ad I placed a month or two ago and emailed a bunch but we never got together despite several tries. (He admitted today that he's a flight attendant and is out of town a lot; he must be the most reticent person they ever hired to hand out peanuts.) He hit me up this morning on Manhunt and seemed eager to come suck me off, even though he lives way uptown and it would take at least 45 minutes to get here on the subway. I wanted to get of so I said OK. But as I mentioned he communicated oddly in texts after I agreed to have him over, not enthusiastic like most guys, taking longer than he said to get ready to leave, going completely silent without asking me for my exact address, etc. I deleted all his messages on Manhunt-- he was still logged in-- and was considering making plans to fuck some dude in Chelsea when suddenly he texts that he's transferring at 14th st. Apparently he just got on the train only knowing what station to get off at. I directed him to my apartment, and here he was. He'd said he doesn't like to kiss, and I told him that's typically what makes me hard so he'd have to work an erection out of me with his mouth and be fine with that. But he did let me kiss him a little when we got to the bedroom, and it was actually rather nice. Not wanting to torture him, I whipped it out, and he told me to get in bed instead of kneeling in front of me, so I pulled down my shorts and hopped in bed. And he just sucked the hell out me, basically. He didn't want to vary his position much-- he installed himself between my thighs, propped up on his elbows with his arms together, and left his legs dangling lifelessly behind him, not in the typical frog-crouch a lot of bottoms get when they blow me-- a reflex I love, by the way, because there is nothing more beautiful than the shape of an ass when a man in on his stomach and his legs are splayed like that. Attention bottoms: have yourself photographed in this position and the number of tops hitting on you will skyrocket, I promise, especially if you get rid of that blurry, proctological closeup of your rectum. Whenever I tried to move him, to lay his head on my thigh and suck me that way, or suck me from the side, he resisted intensely. He basically wanted to pray to my dick. What he lacked in the gymnastics department, however, he made up for in the oral technique department. He truly knew his way around a dude's cock, impressive at 24, to me. From tonguing the head, to making the hole tingle, to gulping me down completely and yet still massaging my whole length with his entire tongue, he never let up and never let it get boring. A few times he pulled me out to run his lips reverently along the hard length of my tool, or to chew (!) on my pubes, or lick my nuts. But mostly he was all over my fucking dick. I did flip him a few times and fuck his fairly nice-looking but smallish boner and make out with him, which he did freely and without resistance after a good taste of my dick. He held my hairy back and let me grind into him but seemed a little hesitant about being put in that position. But when I inched my hand down his thigh and across his hairy ass to the vicinity of his asshole, I felt a very detectable shaking, trembling, and his breath got fast and shallow. When I combined it with sucking and lightly chewing his nipple, the shaking became very obvious. It was exciting to get a rise out of him like this, because he did not make a single sound or express anything at any point. It almost made me cum. The head was pretty awesome, too. About halfway through the first round, he pulled my dick out, and without looking up at me, but rather talking into my dick like it was a microphone, he asked me how long I could go for, what my ideal was. And then he put me back in and sucked more and waited for the answer. This was a little weird, but I went with it, and told him, as he swirled his tongue around the ridge of my dickhead, about the guy who sucked two loads out of me in a row, spending something like two hours on me. Again he spoke into my pubic microphone, saying "Do you want to do that today?" and I laughed, and said let's make the first one count. And then we'd see. I didn't want to overpromise. He sucked me silly, and I fucked his face a few times, once from above with my thigh draped across his body, and once from below as he sat stock-still with his eyes closed in bliss with my fleshpole hammering into him. Again I almost came from grinding into him-- I had to seriously concentrate on batting the orgasm back, and he seemed impressed with the control. "I don't want you to come yet," he said, and I didn't either. But while I was thrusting my bone up into him, I got close again, and voiced the tension, and he stopped, startled, but it was too good, and I started spurting and crying out "Oh no, oh no." It was only about a half hour after he started, not much of a sucking marathon. He liked the cum and said it felt like a lot. But he said, "Wanna hang out a bit and then do it again?" I told him if he wanted another load he'd pretty much have to just start sucking again. He was a little too quiet for me, and I figured if we laid there trying to make small talk the possibility would pass for good. Best to just get right back to it. He seemed fine with that so I pushed my rubbery, slimy dong back in his mouth and he just kept at it. And next came a long hazy hour of pleasure, even though I never did get fully hard again. I began feeling a little high and spacey, and it was like my entire sex life was flashing before my eyes, random images of guys I'd fucked or sucked or been sucked by or lusted after in the gym or on the street or on the subway. It only took about 10 minutes before I was mentally dying to cum, but I could tell I was nowhere close physically. It was a strange twilight, where the brilliance of full arousal was only just across the horizon, casting a glow but not able to rise up. I was a catatonic and wondered what I looked like, sitting there open-mouthed, stock still, with this little dude bobbing his head in my groin. I kept bouncing my balls with my fingertips and whimpering, wishing for cum, wishing for cum. And after about an hour of this-- my poor dick-- something clicked, and I began matching his rhythm, thrusting my slowly hardening dick up into his throat, and picturing one monster of a man I saw at the gym this morning whose legs were covered with hokey NYC-themed tattoos and whose muscles were unbelievably huge but beautifully proportioned. I almost never think of other people in bed, but this got me to the point where I could fuck his mouth and get another load into his gullet. He felt me harden and I could tell he was excited, and we did a beautifully choreographed minute or so of face-fucking before my nuts spurted out whatever was left and he gulped it down. He flipped on his back and started beating off his dick, which suddenly looked a lot bigger and fatter. "Sit here and put your dick in my face," he demanded, and I was happy to oblige, given how he'd gotten me off twice. He sucked and sucked my poor, abused wang. "Are you going to cum?" I asked, and he shook his head, tugging my dick side to side, then popped it out, saying "I think I can get some more from you." I laughed and said I really, really didn't think so. He slurped it back down and kept sucking. I and leaned over and fucked his face and fingered his nipple. And my dick did feel a little harder-- just the motions of thrusting were turning me on yet again-- but I knew I wouldn't cum any more. And so I fucked into his mouth hard, sensing this might get him going, and he quickly popped all over himself. I cleaned him up with a washcloth and got him a glass of water, but he played with his phone a bunch and was his typical reticent self. "That was very hot," he allowed, and made it sound like he'd want to do it again. All I know is, I need to wrap this thing in gauze and unguents. And I need a nap. I feel like a Podling after having its vital essence drained out for the Skeksis. Or Don Johnson in A Boy and his Dog. (Look em up). More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... If I wasn't a completist, I wouldn't even bother writing about who I got off in today, but I am, so I will. This has been a pretty frustrating week, with stretches of very dull work punctuated by very stressful work, and a long string of flakes and weirdos keeping me from getting my rocks off since Friday. They included a guy who looked great but was too high to even work his telephone when I called him, and didn't know exactly where he was but wanted me to come over and blow a wad in him; another guy I forgot even existed/had my number, who texted me to see if I was horny and looking at 5am on a Wednesday (luckily the phone was nowhere near the bed, or I would have woken up very pissed); and a perennial pricktease with an extremely cute face and ass who routinely leaves me hanging and tonight finally got blocked for good. This all left me frustrated and so full of cum it was backing up into my brain and impairing my thinking. After I finished working this evening, while my partner was at a business function, I got a couple of decent offers from craigslist: one very enthusiastic, thirsty little Asian guy, and one handsome white guy in Queens that I'd have to travel to and who gave me a weird vibe, but was much more the kind of guy I was looking for (I'd love to fuck the Asian guy but not get blown by him). There was some annoying back and forth about the need for discretion and his reluctance to swallow me (my ad clearly stated that the cocksucker was to drink it all down). Meanwhile, the Asian kid gave me the I-just-have-to-take-a-shower thing, which is often the Gateway to Flaking, so I told him to hit me up when he was actually free. Twenty minutes later I hadn't heard anything, but Queens guy agreed to receive my semen properly and gave me his address, so I got ready to go. Just before I dashed out, I saw that the Asian kid had written, saying he was done with the shower. And for a minute I hung there, wondering if this was some kind of cosmic test. It was, and I failed. I figured, well, you snooze you lose, kid, and I left without replying. On the way over to the Queens guy's house, which was not too far really by car, I had a bad sense and wondered if I was going to get punked. I got there in 15 or 20 minutes with no traffic at all, and found a space to park right in front of his house. The buzzers were gnarly old things, completely illegible except for a big "1" and a long arrow pointing to one of them, which was drawn in a shaky hand with a black magic marker on the wall. I buzzed it. The guy who answered, perhaps predictably, looked Nothing Like Picture, and is not someone I would hook up with, really, at all. I have no qualm about telling guys in this situation, "Sorry, this isn't going to work," and leaving. But tonight I just had to get off. In fact, if I did not get off that instant, someone was going to have to die. So I thought, what the hell, I will just use this guy for his throat. That's a very stupid, porny punishment, isn't it? "You've been bad, now you have to LET ME FUCK YOU IN EXACTLY THE WAY YOU DESIRE!" But there's a certain appeal to the idea of just sticking your dick in someone and making them get you off when they've disappointed you. He led me in to his little apartment, and asked, "Horny?" in some kind of eastern-european accent. He had muscular legs but was just way too bearish for me; there was really nothing else positive to say about his looks which were completely proletarian. There was no way I'd bring myself to make out with him or anything; I really didn't much want to touch him. But I pulled out the goods and told him to get on his knees and get started. He seemed pretty willing, though I am sure he sensed my displeasure with his lying. He sucked me pretty good, as not-attractive guys reliably do, but the dissonance in my head was so great I wasn't sure I'd get hard. I pretty much kept my eyes closed, with my hands on my hips in a posture of complete indifference while he toiled away, trying to get a rise out of me. I thought, in 20 seconds, I'm going to pull up my shorts and leave... but then, what do you know, I got hard. He was a truly greedy little knobgobbler. So I opened my eyes, looked around till I saw a chair I could sit in, and told him, "Let me get comfortable here." I pulled my shorts off all the way and kicked off my shoes and sat back, closing my eyes again, and let him do his thing. I made him do all the work; I didn't thrust or touch him or give him any encouragement at all. Only occasionally would I grab his head and pull his mouth down on my dick to get some deep sensation. At one point I put my feet on his thighs for a better angle, and this unduly excited him, and he really started sucking me with real gusto. Didn't take much. I was still not very happy though. He began licking my balls and jerking me a bit-- maybe he didn't have the kind of stamina I needed, and I felt myself deflate a bit because those things don't do much for me, and again I considered putting my dick away and telling him, "No cum for you." It would be extremely frustrating, but I could shoot it in someone else tomorrow, maybe. Or maybe the Asian kid would not be pissed and finish me off. My pitiful little cum-addled brain turned over the options while Big Liar resumed chomping on my tool, doing something that started to feel unreasonably good. And though only about 15 minutes had gone by, I realized he had somehow made me want to cum. I decided to just go with it. I just put my hands behind my head and let myself be nothing but a dick doing whatever the fuck it wanted. And what it wanted to do was squirt out all the fuckin cum that had been building up between my legs for the past six days. It just wanted to shoot out all the frustration and stress of the week. And so I let it go without a word or a whimper. It squirted over and over into the Big Liar, and he didn't miss a beat but kept sucking me aggressively and making me cum even harder. This was a lot of spooge, I could feel it, and my penis was just squirting it out with a fierce mechanicality. He didn't let up on me one bit until long after the last spasm of my meat twinged, the last trickle of scum oozed out of my pisshole. I pretty much had to pry his face out of my groin. "Not bad," I said, and pulled up my shorts and stepped into my shoes. And with a final "Thanks," I was out the door. Of course, I didn't just use him; he used me for my dick and my cum (which he swallowed awfully skillfully for a guy who is usually safe). For a lot of people, this is the be-all and end-all of man-on-man sex, and they take pride in it. For me, it's pretty hollow. In the end, even more than I used him for his gullet and he used me for my spunk, I deprived him of something he seemed to want-- some contact or verbal encouragement-- because he had deprived me of what I wanted-- the cute guy in the picture. This is all very transactional and utilitarian-- swift, sure justice. Readers of this blog know that for me sex is ideally a transcendent act, even if I didn't quite catch the other guy's name and the ultimate result is nothing more than a stranger's beard full of my ejaculate and a stupid grin on my face. I know there is no real exchange beyond pleasure. But what an exchange! Rich and full, more focused on mutual giving than mutual taking, mutual keeping. But sometimes you just gotta cum in a hole, eh? So I came in a hole. Oh well. The evening sky was beautiful and lucid and I felt all the fog of the week lifted immediately on my walk back to the car. I got home to no fewer than seven increasingly annoyed emails from the Asian kid. Maybe I can somehow sweet-talk him into letting me deep dick his ass and leave it dripping with my liquid pleasure sometime. I learned my lesson... whoever I get with next will get the best of me, and I'll take their best in return. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I fucked a handsome, fairly meaty Asian guy, but the encounter sort of fizzled out in a disappointing way. We'd been talking online off and on for quite a while, but he was always jetting off to someplace or another. So when he popped up today (which is a beautiful, sunny, breezy day, perfect weather for sticking my dick in someone), and told me he was free but just needed to take a shower after the gym, I chuckled, thinking of a reader comment I read this morning on yesterday's post, gave him a half an hour, and ran over. Unfortunately, I came back almost an hour later with today's load still swinging in my nuts. He was handsome, like his pictures showed, and his little body looked nice and tight under his t-shirt. We made out some before I had to take a leak, and things seemed flirty and fun, so I was in a good mood. His body felt nice in my hands, though he kissed with a little too much Crazy Tongue for my taste. After a while, as I kept sucking his lips (which feels nice and also makes it harder for dudes to stick their tongues out like baby birds waiting to be fed worms), he seemed to get the message and knock it off a bit, another good sign. He sucked me really nice and his smooth, shapely body looked awesome spilling out from the bullseye of my groin-- I will never tire of the sight of a man with a muscular back and round ass sprawled out between my legs and head-down in my lap. He was very into sucking me, and I was hard as a rock. I left him there on the bed and slipped down beside the bed between his legs to eat his ass. The carpet was a punishing thick-knotted berber, which basically scraped the living hell out of my knees-- on the subway ride home I was convinced the people on bench across from me knew exactly what I had just been doing from the big red marks. His ass was a beauty-- not as firm as I'd like, and totally hairless except right in the very crack, but very full. His hole was extremely responsive and accomodating; he seemed to have a way of actually sucking my tongue into it, which was very exciting. He kept whining over and over how good my tongue and my beard felt on him. We hadn't done all the stuff I wanted to yet before fucking but I just had to see what my bone would look like sliding in and out of that bountiful specimen, so I stood up, planted my dickhead in his crack, and slowly pushed it right in with absolutely no fuss. He was squeaky clean-- literally, my dick was not really gliding slickly the way I like, but sort of catching on his insides like your finger does if you rub it on a balloon. But he sure looked awesome nailed by my tool. I pulled out and ate him a little more, slicking up my dick even better with my spit while I pressed my face in his rear, and mounted him again, higher on his back this time so my dick would ram straight down against his man-gland. It felt nicer this time, and he was loving it, thrashing his head two and fro and yelping. He wanted to kiss me while I plowed him, and turned his upper body back to suck my face, and we started getting sweaty. He twisted even more, wanting to be on his back, and I popped out. I put it back in, held his legs in the crooks of my arms, and rammed it home. But at this point the chemistry was fizzling for me. His body was meaty and nicely shaped but really just totally, totally smooth and soft. There were not really strong pheromones coming off him. And I kept wishing he had a patch of hair somewhere for me to stroke, some scruff, or a hard hunk of meat to hang on to. I felt my dick starting to go a little rubbery inside him. So we made out a bit more and I tried the magic solution-- more ass-eating. But this wasn't working either. His ass was beautifully shaped but not very firm. I don't know how I managed to stay hard for and ejaculate in that beast who serviced me last night, but not this very nice looking young guy who I had been banging satisfactorily only a minute before. I laid back and let him suck me some more, and it felt good but I knew the magic was gone. All I kept thinking about was hairy guys, how much I wished I was with a hairy meaty guy right now! ugh. He valiantly tried to get me hard again, and I tried jerking it with some lube, but eventually he lost patience (and I don't really blame him). I got dressed fairly quickly, we talked desultorily, and then I left, patting his cute little torso as I went out the door. So now I've a that weird, trembly, Wait-you-made-me-thrust-but-you-didn't-let-me-squirt feeling in my groin. But who knows when I'll get the chance to unload again; this weekend is busy and next week we're taking a much-needed vacation that promises to be low-key and restful. I just hope I can find a hairy meaty guy to fuck when I get back! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I fucked a tight-bodied, full-assed, rather exotic-looking Persian guy from Pakistan. He had hit me up several times before, and I was always attracted to the shape of his body-- willowy waist, comparatively broad, defined chest, and that amazing ass swelling luxuriantly out from his lower back-- but in the face he was really just not my type at all-- fine-featured, almond-shaped eyes, delicate-looking skin like brown porcelain. But today, I guess the body won out. I hadn't noticed before that he said his nips "control" his ass, and this gave my penis a little jump today; that is one of my favorite things in a bottom. Finding myself with an unexpected day to myself, as my travel plans for the week were pushed back a day, and not wanting to spend hours cruising for the right guy instead of enjoying an incredibly gorgeous afternoon today in NYC, I asked for his address, deep in Bushwick. I was looking forward to ejaculating the big frustrated load I built up on Friday and carried around around all weekend deep into his hard body after some vigorous deep boning. I got to his place pretty quickly, which was a cramped railroad apartment with a very awkward layout. His bed was crammed into a corner of his small bedroom without a hell of a lot of space around it, and what space there was was taken up by a big floor-to-ceiling mirror aimed right at the bed. Ugh, I thought, two of my least favorite things-- cramped space around the bed and a mirror in my face while I fuck. But I decided to soldier on; I had sperm to disseminate in a new body. We kissed very slowly at first-- this kind of very sensitive guy often likes being teased a bit, so I held my lips close to his without quite kissing yet, and very slowly moved my hand up his belly and chest, coming close to his nipple but not touching it yet; at the same time I let my other hand slide down his back and into his pants, over the underwear clinging to his peach-like asscheeks. He predictably shuddered and whimpered, and when I hit his nipple he yelped and convulsed and my dick sprang into hardness in my pants. He felt it harden against his body and began stroking its length while I circled his nipple with one finger, pressed my lips to his and sucked, and made him lose his breath a bit. For a while we stayed like this as the tension mounted, then I pulled down my shorts and told him to get on his knees and suck it. He obeyed instantly, looking up at me like a supplicant with his mouth full of my meat. His mouth was actually too small for the thickness of my bone-- I'm not huge or anything, but along with the fine features of his face came a small mouth which made for a fairly toothy blowjob. There wasn't enough pressure going on there either, so I told him to press his tongue up against the front of my dickhead while he sucked and moved me in and out. He froze in a typical kind of panic that mediocre cocksuckers seem to get when they're told how to properly suck a dick. My tongue? Your dick? Press? What? I find this fascinating-- how could you have a dick (his was a beauty, an inch bigger than mine and just as thick) and not know how to suck one? But it's so common. I decided this wasn't going to get me anywhere so I stripped him and pushed him back on his bed so I could grind my dick into his while sucking his nip. The body contact got back the iron-stiff erection that was lost by the lousy head. He shook and moaned and said, "Bite it, bite it," and I positioned the nib between my molars and slowly, slowly clenched like a vise. His body writhed and he cried out for more. With my left hand I felt the roundness of his buttock and sought out his hole, which felt especially tight. I licked my finger and worked it in. Online he had said he liked having his hole stretched, so though he felt completely dry, didn't hesitate to roughly force my way in. At this point he was bucking with pleasure, and I stroked his prostate as he circled his hips. I brought my hands back up under his waist and ground into him with the full weight of my body and he held me close to him, pushing up into me, greedy for sex. I reached back down and forced two fingers into his hole at once, and I felt him start to slick up a bit inside in anticipation of being fucked (it's sort of amazing to me that this really happens, but it does with a lot of bottoms). I sat up and wet my dick with spit, and prepared to push it in, but he jumped up and fished out of his dresser some of the gloopiest lube I've ever encountered, in a little container that looked a lot like an aspirin bottle. I don't know what it was, but he slathered a ton of it on my bone and into my hand, and told me to put it in his ass with my fingers. He was obscenely slimy with it between the buttocks when I was done but it allowed me to slide in my fat bone with ease. It was a pleasure to dick that tight little body, and I alternated thrusting into him with all my weight and then hovering above him, connected to him only by my tool and my teeth gripping his nips. The excitement was enough to make me feel my nuts tightening and the muscles between my legs squirt one small jet of pent-up cum into him. I didn't move for a bit, to be sure I didn't switch into full-firing orgasm mode so soon. I just made out with him fiercely and licked his ears until I felt my nuts relax into their sac again. The small squirt of cum eased the gloopiness of the lube inside him considerably, and I was able to fuck him with longer strokes of my bone, harder and faster, without feeling an urgent need to shoot everything I had. I hiked his body up against mine by hooking his knees into my elbows and pulling up, so my dick was pointing straight up at his navel, and I moved his hips in a circle, so that my prick rotated a bit in his innards. He moaned and moaned, and I pushed his legs back and fucked him long and deep with my whole body pressed against his, an intense, full-body fuck. But then he said he was hurting, and pushed me out of him. Something had snapped in him a bit and he seemed to have had enough, mere seconds after greedily taking whatever I gave. This is pretty frustrating for a top, especially one who had fucked without getting off and still carried a dose of spooge from three days before. But I like my dick to give pleasure, not pain, and wondered if maybe I'd fingered him too roughly, so I let it go. I asked if he wanted me to cum and he said he did, so I laid on top of him again and bucked into him until I was ready. His body hair was trimmed close and was nicely bristly against my own skin, not stubble length but a bit longer, very delicious atop his taut skin. Then I sat up and beat myself off, first squirting out a long, thick, beautifully opaque white jet of semen about fifteen inches long, reaching from his pubes to his nipple. Then I shot another two or three shorter jets all over his dick and along the side of his belly. The rest were small spurts that fell right onto his scrotum. This orgasm felt really good; I'm getting hard now just thinking about seeing all that liquid from my testicles streaking across his dark body. I would have liked to have shot it in him but it was such a handsome ejaculate that I'm sort of glad I got to see it. I love shooting my cum hard, I love seeing the evidence of the hard shot. He wiped me off fairly quickly and I asked to rinse off a bit. The gloop was difficult to get off, and even now has made the skin on my dick velvety soft and fun to stroke; I have no clue what that stuff was. His bathroom, like much of the apartment, was pretty bachelor-squalid. I paraded naked back to his bedroom and got dressed while trying to chat a bit. I asked about the tattoo on his back, which was large stylized arabic characters; he said it was from a Persian poem and said it was hard to translate but said something like "Only warriors can fall in battle; babes have not yet learned to walk." Hm. He also had a baseball cap on his dresser with the logo of my alma mater on it, but he had no idea what I was talking about when I pointed it out. Hm again. I bade him goodbye and went back out into the cool, breezy sunshine, feeling ten pounds lighter after getting rid of all that cum. It was a beautiful day and I explored Bushwick a bit, which I haven't done much up to now. It was a good fuck even if it was cut short. I love being a top and getting to fuck all these different kinds of guys all the time. But I do have one question. Why does everyone's towels smell like that?? I may have to start bringing my own to clean up with. Bleh. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I wasted a whole week's worth of Grade A cum on a big, thoroughly dumb, and completely inept latino guy. I'd hoped to find a good cocksucker to edge it out of me today, as I went all last week without getting off. But I didn't have a lot of time today, and in the last possible moments I had free for setting something up, I ended up with that horrible Sophie's Choice between a very enthusiastic but only sorta cute cub with wacky clothes and facial hair, and this very handsome latin guy. Of course I chose the latter. He'd hit me up well over an hour before, said he was up for slow servicing, had to email a pic, blablabla... and then asked for my address in another email. I asked for his number because I didn't like giving out my address with no way to get in touch. He said something dumb back, like, "I know! I'm in Union Square!" But no number. Annoyed, I sent him MY number and told him I'd text him the address if he texted me back. And I didn't hear anything. After 40 minutes or so I gave up on him. I was In Negotiations with Wacky Cub, who was very close but had apparently never edged anybody (a bad sign), when suddenly Estupido pops back into existence, and texts me saying he's at the subway stop I told him I lived near. I'm stupid myself, and forget that conventionally handsome guys, regardless of how nice they look with my dick in their mouth, are often lousy in bed, especially if they're so dumb they don't know the basic rules of communication. I also didn't want to deal with the drama of telling him no after he took the train here, even though it was idiotic of him to do so without having my address or a confirmation that I'd even still be here. So I decided to go with Estupido. And the sex was also estupido. He gave pretty good head but was one of those guys who thinks flitting around like crazy, and wiggling his tongue in your mouth, and standing on the bed masturbating and saying "Look at me, look in my eyes!" is Hot Sex®; it was nothing like I told him I wanted, for sure (at one point he tried to cram his fingers in my ass), and was lame no matter what anyone would have wanted, I think. I did eat his ass a bit, and fondle his admirably hefty balls and bone-hard erection, and for a while positioned The Missle of Manhood at The Portal of Pussy for a while admiring the view, which seemed to make him nervous-- he asked for a condom, and I told him I didn't intend to fuck him anyway. But nothing much could save this session. I decided to just spray all over myself and get him the hell out of here. It was not very impressive because I was more annoyed than turned on. And then he came all over the comforter. After we got dressed and he left, I found three or four emails from Wacky Cub saying he wanted my cum wanted it wanted it changed his plans to spend more time on me wanted it please please wanna swallow a week's worth of cum. Even if he wasn't experienced, he probably would have been better. Lesson still not learned! I'm dumb, too! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I fucked a real stunner who I've been after since a completely aborted encounter last year. He's from Colombia, very handsome in a studious-yet-athletic way, impressively built and well-proportioned, hairy, and best of all, inexplicably into me. Last year I saw him on Manhunt while he was visiting NYC, and I ran all the way up to midtown, unable to believe my luck with bagging this guy, only to find he was staying at a YMCA that didn't allow any visitors in the rooms-- right at the elevator that was supposed to take me to head-spinning, undeserved bliss, a cranky security guard asked who I was, and completely cockblocked me. Bogotá Beauty asked me to wait in the lobby while he ran upstairs and implored some unseen entity, but came back down after five excruciating minutes, walked me outside, and told me we couldn't do it in his room. He asked if we could go to my place, but we wouldn't have enough time, and I thought, I simply can't see getting a hotel room just to fuck. So I went back home with very angry testicles. For months afterward, egged on by a friend who regularly berated me for not going to an hourly place (I didn't know they even existed), I would gaze at his beautiful photos and kick myself. At that point, $150 to ejaculate in that beautiful creature would have been nothing! A few weeks ago I dropped him a line asking if he'd ever come back to the states, and he said he was planning a trip to Chicago for the end of this month. He reiterated his desire to get my cum in him and said maybe he would come to NYC again for a few days. I couldn't believe my luck again! Today I get a note saying "ARE YOU AROUND I AM IN NYC" and "COME OVER AND FUCK ME I AM IN WEST VILLAGE ON JANE ST." And I thought, oh fuck, I'm going to be thwarted yet again, for reasons I will now explain. And I *was* thwarted, but in a totally unexpected way. If someone is staying on Jane Street in the West Village, they are almost definitely staying at the Jane Hotel, which I think had once been a flophouse, but recently was converted into a "luxury" hotel whose rooms are literally about ten square feet bigger than my second bathroom. The single rooms have a twin bed, a wall covered with mirrors to fool you into thinking you're sleeping in a cell twice as big as the cell you're actually sleeping in, and no A/C. There's a big shelf over the bed for your baggage, so you can't kneel on the bed, I don't think. There are bookshelves at the foot of the bed; every inch of space is taken on that side in that direction. Ironically (though not unusually-- I seem to be irony incarnate, with a sad, frustrated dick), I had once before been invited to the Jane, a couple of years ago, to fuck another beautiful, very perfectly built, very nice guy from Baltimore who was staying there on a blazingly hot day when the elevator didn't work. That time, I schlepped up five flights of stairs, arriving on his floor covered with sweat, and he greeted me at the door naked in all his splendor, inviting me into a tiny oven with an ineffectually open window. I hate looking at myself when I'm fucking, and was already intimidated by Baltimore Beauty's incredibly sexy aura, and hate being hot, and hate being cramped, and though I made out with him and sucked his beautiful nips and ate his beautiful ass my penis had retracted halfway into my body and refused to play. I gave up, and he offered to shower with me in the communal bathroom for the floor, and I stood there miserably soaping up a body I couldn't properly use. It was, needless to say, suboptimal. I rationalized that he'd insisted I use a condom before I went over, so it would have been a little frustrating anyway. So I think about all this on the quick train ride over today to meet Bogotá Beauty. At least it's a beautiful breezy day. A tall, hairy, leggy, handsome guy is sitting right across from me on the train and I can't help but stare at his package, between two very shapely thighs, heavy with relaxed muscle. Next to him, a rather attitudy-looking Latino queen in dark glasses appears to be staring at MY package. I hope things will turn out better this time. I hope Bogotá Beauty can kiss. Please God let him kiss. So I arrive and he opens the door in a t-shirt and briefs and he's so fucking beautiful with that solid torso and those thick legs and that tiny waist. We start making out and God had listened-- he really did kiss very nicely. His body was an amazing slab of meat, extremely curvaceous and rippling under my hands. The room was still stifling hot, despite the cool breezy day, and seemed even smaller than I remembered-- there was honestly barely three feet of space between the bed and the mirror wall. But the kissing went on for a good while and my meat was getting thick and tingly. I told him to get on his knees and suck my dick. And he gave lousy head. Strike one! I am seriously going to start a company that goes around giving guys lessons in how to suck a dick. He seemed to just want me to ram my dick in him anyway, and not really do any work himself. I really need good head to get rock-hard, but I held his ears and pulled his head to me and felt my semi-hard dickhead tickling the back of his throat, a very pleasant little thrill. Still, not enough for me. So I hauled him up and pushed him over the bed, maneuvering in the tiny space to admire his ass. I pulled down the briefs to reveal a huge, round, hairy ass just begging me to stick my face in it. So I did. The hair on his ass and legs was thick and dark but surprisingly soft (which I prefer to Brillo). His nuts were round and heavy, hanging low. His dick was quite small. But I just licked his hole and his perineum and his balls, which made him gasp, and held one thick thigh in the crook of my arm, letting my other hand slide down his hard, meaty leg, and my dick got hard as a rock. He was very quiet and I couldn't tell how into it he was, crammed against the other wall like that with one leg on the floor and one bent on the bed. But this was one of the sweetest asses I ever ate, so I just kept at it. Sometimes he would make a small noise, if my beard brushed his balls, say. What I wouldn't give to lay him flat on the bed and admire his shape, get eye-level with it with enough room to spread out and really feel everything. Fuck you, Jane Hotel. I had to slip my dick in. I stood up and laid my dick on his crack and slid it around, feeling dizzy from the pleasure of seeing my tool on this sex-god's ass. I slid the head in and he jerked his body, like it was too soon. So I got back down and ate him some more; he was getting slippery inside, I could tell. Some guys have asses like cunts that lube up when they're turned on. He's one of them. So I stood up and slid my dick right in up to the balls. He jerked again and pushed me out. He definitely felt loose and slippery enough for me, but he reached up over his head into a bag and felt around for something-- lube, I assumed. But he pulled out a *condom*. I looked at it, and told him, "I thought you said you like it raw," and he said "Eh?" and I said "I didn't know you wanted a condom," realizing that maybe, being from Colombia, he didn't know what "raw" even meant. But I swear he had talked about wanting me to shoot my big load in him! Whatever, it wasn't something I was going to argue about. So I ate his ass some more and felt my dick precumming like crazy, despite feeling extremely frustrated by the whole thing. The condom was nicely lubed and actually pretty thin, so I rolled it on and slid into him and plowed him fairly hard, intensity having to stand in for quality. But condoms and I just don't get along well; it was really like a very awkward sort of aerobics. My dick felt almost nothing, though my groin is always happy to thrust against a slab of hairy meat like that. I pulled out, threw the condom on the floor, and ate him out some more as I jerked myself with my spit and the remnants of the condom's lube that was now on my dick. His hindquarters were so beautiful that it really was enough; I was shaking with the excitement of being that close to him. But it really wasn't going to be much fun to prolong this in this tiny hot space with latex on my wang. So I decided to finish up. Fighting the devilish, almost overwhelming urge to pretend like I still had the condom on and go into him raw like I wanted-- it was *extremely* tempting-- I slipped the condom back on my dick, which was very hard and slippery from my own precum now, and shoved it back in him, climbed high on his back, and drove my dick down into his prostate. He kept curling around to watch my ass pump in the mirror, and I smelled the unmistakable scent of poppers; I don't even know where he spirited that from. He was grunting a bit as I rode him and it was actually feeling pretty good. But I guess he got a cramp; he stood up beside the bed and bent over and I got behind him, slipped back in, and slammed into him standing up. I permitted myself to watch my hips and thighs deliver the meat into him again and again; not too shabby looking, I thought. I felt his muscles ripple under my hands, the thick clipped hair on his chest, his mowed but still rough pubes, his tree-trunk like thighs. He turned his head back and we made out a little as I drilled him and it was too much for me; I began to fill the condom with thick salty jets of spooge spurt by spurt. I kept fucking him for as long as I thought I could without popping the condom-- I'm not one of these guys who gets off on cumming in guys who don't want you cumming in them; sorry, readers. I pulled the condom out and admired its payload before throwing it in the trash. We made out and he fondled my balls and my pubes and my wet dick a bit while he stroked his own dick a bit. But then he gave me some very handy wet-nap things and we chatted awkwardly about his visit; I dunno if he was upset that I stuck my dick in him some without a rubber or if this didn't go how he expected in general, or he's just naturally shy, but it made me a little uncomfortable and disappointed. He said he had to meet a friend "somewhere in Brooklyn," and I said "Oh no, where is your friend? I live in Brooklyn too, you should have just come out there, I have a bigger bedroom for sure..." He wasn't sure where in Brooklyn, he had it written down somewhere. As I put on my shoes, my mind played a wistful film loop of myself fucking him properly on my own bed with the AC wafting over our heaving bodies over and over. What a waste. Fuck you, Jane Hotel! Fifteen minutes after I went into his room, I slipped back out and strolled up to the train. Hard to know whether this one was worth it or not. I think I need to fuck a plain, normal-bodied, enthusiastic and skilled bottom next time. Enough with the pretty boys for now. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I fucked the Cuter Than Picture guy again-- successfully, cleanly, and to copious completion this time, thankfully. He works in a restaurant not far from my place, so I figured it would happen sooner or later, but while he has hit me up a few times since last month, of course I was always looking for a new field to plow, as it were, so I would be noncommittal. Today he hit me up early in the afternoon just being friendly, and the emails rapidly turned sexual, and I was getting turned on by my own explicit, terse descriptions of my cum, his body, and their desired interposition. He wouldn't be free till later in the day, but I think after last week's string of relatively lackluster experiences, I figured there are worse things than being roped into getting your dick sucked and squirting your semen in the body of a very cute guy with a nice body who you've already been with. So I waited for him to come over-- he left work early so we could have more time together-- and we had another awesome time. The way he kisses, the way his spit tastes and his tongue slides along mine, the fullness of his lips, the shape of the back of his head covered with a buzz of bristly hair, the shape of his jaw, the muscles in his shoulders and triceps, his hard thick thighs and natural, manly torso had my dick swelling into a thick long bone, ready to slip to him up to the balls. I had forgotten, even after rereading the entry I did on him, how fucking beautiful his body looks spread out between my thighs while he serviced me. But he wanted my dick in him-- I could have spent an hour just making out with him and watching him thrill my dickhead with his velvety tongue-- and he jumped up on me, straddling me, and tried sticking my tool inside him. He was a little dry and there wasn't enough spit, so we switched it up and I flipped him over and ate his ass out a bit, then hopped up on him and aimed the missile into his innards. But he was still a little dry. Lube was procured, we slicked ourselves up while standing face to face and making out, then he pushed me on my back and rode me. I normally hate this position, and am not much for being pushed around by bottoms, either, but he's so cute and eager to please otherwise, and smells and tastes and feels so good, that I just laughed and watched him work my prick deeper and deeper into him, holding his hipbones and thrusting up into him a little as he rolled his waist around looking for just the right spot to tickle with my hardness. I was a little pent-up today, after not unloading since the last guy last week, so I didn't think I was going to last long. I certainly didn't want to cum in that position-- there is no substitute for the rush of releasing all my high-pressure goo into a guy while manhandling him from above, controlling the depth and the hardness of the thrusting-- it is primally exciting to be in that position of fertilizing with your will and your cock and your semen, straining with your whole body at the moment you force your seed into the body of another. I pulled out to cool off a bit, and at one point we were standing again-- not sure why-- and he was slathering more lube on my dick. He said, "You've got a big dick," with obvious relish (my dick is meaty but pretty average). Feeling it in his hand got him visibly hot and bothered so he bent over and backed up to me and took me in with one motion, and I fucked him that way, needing to stand on my toes because my torso is short and his legs are long. Then I pushed him onto the bed on his back, ground into him a bit, looking at every thing, searing it into my brain, his face, his neck, his collarbone, his hairy torso under mine, his arms, his legs forced to the side in that position that screams sex, and was so excited being that close to him and inhaling his scent that I almost came-- I had to jump off the bed and clench every muscle in my body. The need to cum passed, and I could fuck him good now, hard and deep with every inch going all the way in, all the way out; I watched it with amazement at how something so simple could be so beautiful. MY dick, doing that, and him yelping with pleasure being filled over and over. His legs were wrapped around me, with his feet somehow resting on my feet, sole to sole, in an unusually intimate way that lit up some nerve that went directly to my testicles, bypassing my brain. I told him, "I can't fuck you any more, it feels too good," and he smiled, maybe not knowing what I meant, but I was already feeling that wet pulse that meant the time was here and passing fast. I fucked him and fucked him as his insides filled with my juice. God, why can't that last more than a few seconds? Thirty, at most? He smiled up at me as I slowed my thrusts at the end of my orgasm, and said, "How do you want to cum?" I said, "Uh, what do you think that just was? I came in you!" And like a reflex, his hand was jerking his own big fat cock, and he demanded, "Get down here." His legs and hips were pushing me away as he was arching up and jerking himself off, but I pushed harder and got close to him, sucking his lips while he shot all over his hairy belly. I don't think this fuck lasted very long, maybe a half an hour. I wish I could have lasted longer. He looks awesome underneath me, nailed by my fat tool. A half an hour is not enough inside a good bottom like him. We both needed to shower, so we talked animatedly while we cleaned up, and I gave him a glass of tea while he talked about this and that, apartments and friends and vacations and my ridiculously overpopulated spice rack-- he's verrrrry chatty but I like him so I didn't mind. He seemed glad we got together again, and I'm happy to have had an uncomplicated experience with a cute guy. It's a testament to his sexual energy that the familiarity of his body did not keep me from being into fucking him. He's a really fun fuck. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... This isn't a sex post, but I just had to say, it's interesting to see how people get to my blog using the blogger tools you get when you set one up. They'll tell you how many people come from what URLs (thanks, One Hookup At A Time), but they also tell you what search terms people have used to get to your blog. A lot of these are various misspellings of blog top promiscuous, which is not surprising. I like and can relate to adam4adam chicken out, though I tried that one on google and didn't see my site listed in the first several pages of results. A bunch are completely cryptic, like was someone who and steal girl's panties-- I truly have no clue how the latter could get you here at all. But I am pleased and amused to see that I am among the top listings for "cocksucking chair" and "had to cum in him", but, best of all, this blog is the number one google result for "stuck my dick in him". Fuck yeah, man! Now you know where to go to get a dick stuck in you. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today, continuing this week's developing non-promiscuous, Recycling Old Tricks theme, I fooled around again with Little Beard Big Nose. I didn't have any intention of hooking up today at all really, but during my lunch break, his face showed up in my visits list on Manhunt, and I remembered running into him in a corner grocery down the street a few weeks back, where he was very friendly and happy to see me (not shady like most dudes you fuck are when you run into them in the street), and I remembered how my dick jumped in my pants when I patted his cute little torso as he passed by to leave the store. And seeing his face there on my screen made my dick jump again-- it's automatic with him. Honestly, I bet no one would agree with me about this guy, but Jesus he gets my motor running. He's 5'6 and big-dicked and round-assed and manly-faced and dark-bearded and he drives me crazy and makes me sweat. He's fuckin perfect! For me. I played a little cat-and-mouse game with him but eventually I was like "ok come suck my dick" and in five minutes he was in my bedroom and we were sucking face and ripping each other's clothes off and wrapping ourselves around each other. He sucked me and I body-slammed him and ate his ass and pushed my bone in his ass but he was too tight to fuck properly and I was out of lube. So for about 40 minutes we just wrestled and made out and sucked each other and it felt so fucking good I could cry. If I was single I would daydream about him and call him every day and make an ass out of myself and scare the hell out of him and be miserable. Luckily I'm safely married and a whore so I can just enjoy what we do on occasion, cooling it down by focusing on all the other delightful gentlemen who I get to ejaculate in/on/with. When things were just stupidly hot and we were covered with each other's precum and out of our minds with mutual intoxication, he said in that little Italian accent, "I want that jizz," and I said "You want me to cum on you now?" and he said "Yeah, cum on my face." That was new. So I got back on him and humped my groin into him till my eyes were crossed and my brain was goo and my nuts squeezed up into my body and then I jumped up, waved my bone in his face, and let loose a long jets on his forehead, two in his beard, and in a colossal waste, the first/biggest on the pillow. He took my dick in his mouth and tasted another two, but I needed more stimulation for this orgasm, so I pulled out and beat off, making myself have another one of those piggy-back orgasms I get when I've had a reallllly nice time with someone who really turns me on. And so I dripped more cum onto his chest hair. And then he came. I gave him a washcloth to clean up his glazed face and we chatted briefly about our plans for the Fourth, and off he trotted with one last kiss and a "Talk soon." God, I love this little guy. I wish his ass wasn't so fricken tight. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I had an awesome time slipping my bare bone in and out of an extremely cute 26 year old, with clear green eyes, sandy hair, nice thick arms and legs, and a seriously beefy ass with the most unbelievably slick insides I've ever felt. Something must be in the air this week-- I was getting hit on right and left on every site out there all morning. I'd considered making it an all-oldies week, and looked in on a couple of regulars who were around but quiet, when Cute And Slick appeared. I am pretty sure he was using someone else's pix-- a more handsome than cute guy with a tight body and an extremely appealing hipster moustache (the whole hipster look seriously tents my pants; it's deeply sad to me that I feel like it's about to be completely over and God knows what they'll move on to next). He said he was looking for safe only, and I figured if I was going to hook up today I was definitely gonna fuck someone skin on skin, but he didn't seem fazed when I told him, and asked me to unlock anyway. He liked how big my cumshots are, and gave me a minimum of fuss, taking a quick shower and appearing within a half an hour. He looked enough like the pix that I didn't think anything about it at first-- mostly I noticed that his tank top was soaked from the walk over, as it's 93 degrees outside today, and so I got him some ice water and we chatted awkwardly a bit. But he clearly wanted to just get to it, so we got to it. I was a little skeezed by the sweat and wasn't getting hard from the kissing, though he kissed nice and had awesome shoulders-- his body was a little doughy but he clearly spends a lot of time on his arms. He was trying too hard to get me to pop a boner, which doesn't help much, though I know sucking on flaccid dick isn't the most exciting thing in the world. So the only thing to do was to eat that ass, even though it was absolutely dripping with sweat. I gulped and pushed my face into that humid, high-scented cleft, and felt the soft strands of hair sticking to my face. But he actually tasted awesome and had beautifully round buttocks; before long I had basically licked all the sweat off him. His nuts were small and shaved, and his dick was on the small side of average, but hard as a rock, which is very encouraging. So I lapped away down there. His back and chest dried out pretty quickly in the air from the fan, so I could stroke his body while I slipped my tongue up into his hole, which greedily dilated to accept my attentions. I pulled his hard prick down and did long licking strokes from the tip of his dickhead, down the shaft, over the smooth balls, up the lightly hairy taint, into that bottomless hole, then up beside his nuts over those tendons that true bottoms always love having licked, and down the inside of his thigh, which made him whimper and sigh. And around and around; I felt his pisshole ooze precum in my hand as I ate him out, and his whole dick would swell and harden even more when I hit certain spots. That is very exciting to me. He looked fantastic on his knees with his haunches up like that, so I went around beside him and stuck my dick in his mouth; any worries he might have had at the beginning were instantly dispelled when he saw how fat and hard my bone was now. He sucked it so greedily that I thought I might cum right there. This was definitely another case of good chemistry/pheromones; the silkiness of his skin, the scent of his sweat, the flavor of his ass all numbed every thought in my brain except SEX and MORE. I laid him on his back and humped him, letting my dick first slide along his, and then down between his legs so he could feel the ridge of my dickhead teasing his hole as I thrusted it past, over and over. I did have a suspicion he might chicken out of taking me raw, so I had to advertise what he'd be getting pretty heavily. He was definitely buying, and held my hairy back tightly so my full weight was grinding against him. I heaved myself up and fucked his mouth and he went pretty wild-- this kid really loved sex, I could tell. This was really fun. I flipped him back over, ate him out some more, and then put the tip of my tool against his hole, and just admired the view: round, fuzzy globes, beautifully joined at the small of his back, with my thick tool at their intersection, a smooth hard cylinder aimed right at his center. Beautiful sight. He tightened up, so my dick was just poking around there but not going anywhere, and he seemed to be looking over his shoulder nervously; for some reason at that point I looked at his hands, which were surprisingly small, and wore a silver band on one thumb. I had to get him hotter, so he would take it all and be glad about it, so I slid back down and ate him out some more. I took my time and told him how beautiful his ass was and he said things that I didn't really listen to, seeing as how I had a big beautiful butt in my face. He was shuddering and opening involuntarily; he wanted to be filled now, and I could tell it would slip right in this time. I was right. This time I put it in the middle of his assmeat and he greedily sucked me in, all the way up to the nuts. I don't know what kind of opiate his ass was secreting but it was an intense thrill along every inch of skin on my tool. I could have shot instantly. This ass was fucking amazing. I had to keep cool, so I gave him looooong slooow strokes, pulling all the way out and leaving him exclaiming gibberish about how good it was and how much he wanted it, a series of half-formed verbs like "stick" and "ram" and "plow", and then sliding it all the way up to the balls, flexing the muscles between my legs once it was all the way in, to make my dickhead ridges swell with blood deep inside him, giving him another few millimeters of length and a good bit of thickness, stretching him further in his deepest part. He arched his back and stammered because he was getting filled just like he needed. I pulled my dick all the way out to eat him some more, and my mushroom head dragged out a gob of thick, viscous juice, which I wiped away quickly-- it was a little revolting but I also know that's why it felt so good inside him, that silky natural lube that true bottoms produce on their own when they feel a dick inside them. I ate him some more, tasting the intense saltiness of his ass's pleasure, and he said, "Can I get on my back?" I said "OK, but please, let me see this one more time," and I stood up and slipped it back in. I think I had cum in him a small, small bit before, so I didn't feel so urgent, and I gave him a good ramming for a minute or so, and he was in heaven, egging me on. I held his head down with one hand and hiked the under up under his left thigh close to his groin and rammed away, and he made appreciative noises at being manhandled like a big piece of meat like that. But then I flipped him over, and pushed him to the middle of the bed as he held his legs back and looked at me imploringly, and I knelt in front of him and slipped it in, and he said, "Yeah, yeah, this is what I need, oh God fuck me," and I did. God, what a great bottom. I held down his shoulders and pistoned into him deeply, and he cried out; I held his waist and fucked; I held his legs aside and fucked; I dicked him for all I could. But it was just too, too good. I couldn't even think, it was all automatic and intense, this top to bottom contact between bodies chemically tuned to each other. I had to cum. "I am not gonna be able to last in here," I said, with my head lolling on my neck helplessly. "You feel so fucking amazing inside." "If you have to cum," he said, "do it on my chest." I had about a second to nod, and then pulled out and a long thick jet squirted out, from his inner thigh all the way up to his collar bone. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, beating hard, "Oh yeah!" and I spurted on him some more. I laid my dick beside his, his fist bouncing against the swollen meat, and he came a small amount, but watched me the whole time, which a top likes to see. I cleaned him up and we chatted amiably for a good while-- he didn't seem desperate to get out of there like some guys. We'd both lived in the DC area for a long time, so we talked about that, and he just lives up in Greenpoint, so we talked about that. Very cute guy. It was during this conversation that I realized the pics were really, really not him. He's rather more boyish, but very cute, very symmetrical face, and I'm a sucker for green eyes like his. He looked nice and meaty on my couch; I almost wanted to slip it to him again right there. He collected his things, and he gave me that weird chaste kiss a lot of dudes wanna give you after you just spent half an hour rooting around in their guts with your fuckstick. But I pulled him to me, grabbed his ass, bit his neck and kissed him for real and said "That was really fun." And he laughed and said it was for him too. And he trotted off. I'd definitely do him again; maybe I can convince him to take my cum in him after my next hiv- test, which I intend to get next week sometime. I would really, really like to cum in this kid. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I squirted everything I had into the body of an extremely beautiful Arab guy, with a perfectly muscled physique and a face that would make you cry with its melding of manly, dark features around the scruffy chin and brow, and soft sensuality in the eyes and lips-- a flawless-looking person who I have absolutely no business sweating all over and ejaculating in, with my schlubby middle-aged body and graying beard, but I fuckin feasted on this guy. His name apparently means "The Good" or "The Handsome" in Arabic. And he lived up to his name. And it almost didn't happen at all: Only a bit of luck got me in the position to juice up that beautiful body with my high-pressure, five-day load. I had a doctor's appointment late in the afternoon which involved having some crazy, foul-tasting anaesthetic shot up my nostril and then a long fiber optic tube snaked up my nose and down my throat as the doctor peered inside and pronounced my nasoesophgeal tract "gorgeous" inside. I had a meeting for some volunteer work I'm starting a few hours later, which left me some time in Manhattan to kill. I've always wondered how much sex I'm missing out on by not advertising myself as available on the island, so I changed my location on a couple sites and sat on a bench in midtown watching Manhattan's attractive, hurried residents rush by and seeing what prey I could snare from my new location. After about a half an hour, this Flabbergasting Beauty approached me on a site I rarely have luck on, asking if I was looking. I think he and I had spoken at length before during a visit of his, and I thought he *had* to be lying about his pix, because he was (1) film-star handsome, (2) built like a brick shithouse, (3) extremely eloquent about his taste in sex, and (4) interested in me. But it was so pleasant talking to him, I encouraged it, as fantasy. So here he was, 8 blocks away, asking me to come fuck him. "I like an assertive top," he said. "Give me your address and let me do the rest," I said, and he gave it to me. I was there. He opened the door to his apartment on the 25th floor of a luxury building wearing just a towel, and was just as handsome as his pictures, and very polite and courtly. However, behind him there was a very weasely older guy in a leather vest and a harness. Flabbergasting Beauty introduced me to him as So-and-So-Who-Was-Just-Leaving. And he left fairly quickly. A little nonplussed, but feeling I needed to pretend like nothing had happened, I kissed Flabbergasting Beauty and tugged on his pretty, fleshy nipple, which made him jolt and whine. "You like that?" I said, and he whimpered and said his nips controlled his whole body. My dick instantly swelled up in my pants and I sucked his lips some more. "Good," I said, "We'll have to work on that. But I have to take a leak." We made out a little more and he showed me to the bathroom. I came out and he was standing in the doorway to the bedroom, where a couple more rather unhealthy-looking leather queens were on the bed doing all kinds of things with all kinds of druggy-looking paraphernalia. "Is this a big party?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, and one of them laughed at my tone, and Flabbergasting Beauty gave me some more "My friend is just leaving." The oldest leather queen was vexed about his tablet computer which had gone missing, but was lying in plain view on the kitchen counter beside my hat. The old queen picked it up and started going on about pictures of a Great Dane on it. On the big screen tv, a frozen image of Lady Gaga in a very unflattering pose shimmered on the big screen TV. Flabbergasting Beauty started talking to the old leather queen about some Great Dane at a fashion show he had "done" (I assume he's some kind of designer?), which had been hard to control and did not like the sausages they were feeding it, because "he only wanted kosher." I laughed but I was rapidly losing interest in this insane, drugged out, leather-drag scene. The old queen left, and I tried to put the moves on Flabbergasting Beauty again, but another leather queen emerged from the bedroom-- this bedroom was like a leather queen clown car-- and went up behind him as I was sucking his face and stroking his torso up and down. I was over it. "You're really beautiful," I said, "but I really don't like the group thing." Flabbergasting Beauty opened his eyes and looked deep into mine with an expression that was hard to read. "It looks like you've got a lot to keep you entertained here, though. So I'm the odd man out." And I left; he mumbled something apologetic but I didn't look back. I waited for the elevator hoping more leather queens would not appear to ride down with me, and I could feel my sad dick deflating in my shorts and weeping a small streak of wasted precum. Beauty has a strong hold on me, but only goes so far; I was thoroughly turned off and disappointed. I went further uptown to hang out waiting for my meeting, and when I got out of the subway, a text was waiting from Flabbergasting Beauty. "Are you still free? I kicked them all out, I wasn't feeling it at all. I'm alone now, do you want to come back?" I cursed my luck, and wondered if I should have somehow kicked all those dudes out myself, rather than leaving. But that's not my style. So I told him I was sorry but I'd already made other plans. "Can you come over after you are done?" he asked. "You are my type. I didn't want you to go." Nice! Flattery and begging! Things were looking up. But I really didn't have any time before my meeting at this point. So I told him I'd check in when I was done and decided to let fate decide. If his standards were that low, there was little chance he'd still be free an hour later, I thought. When my meeting was done I texted him and asked, "Got company again, handsome?" And he said no, he'd thrown everyone out and had "not said yes to anyone else." I found this very flattering, if true. I shuddered a little wondering if any of those skanks had cum in him, and thinking of how messy and squalid the bed had looked. But I gulped a little and decided to go through with it-- it really just is not often I get to fuck someone so amazing looking who is so obviously sensual as he was when I was kissing him. So I took a short train ride back down. He had seriously spruced up the apartment when I got there and it smelled clean and fresh. "I hate mess," he said, and he launched into a tirade about rude New Yorkers-- apparently he'd invited one person over, and that guy had invited a whole crowd without permission, and yadda yadda. So that made me feel a little better about the earlier scene. We started getting into it again and he was extremely tactile, like a pussy cat. "I waited for you," he pouted into my ear. "I am really happy you saved yourself for me," I growled back. "Now you have to let me do whatever I want. Give me your body." And he nodded and put his head against my neck and ground his hardening dick into my groin and whimpered, "Are you going to treat me right?" And I told him, "I'm going to make you feel really good, but you just give me your body, give me your ass, OK?" And he said OK, and we went to the bed. I pulled off his sweatpants and turned him around to face an ass that left me stupid and speechless. At first I just stroked my face against it, very lightly, and felt his body shake with the pleasure of contact with my beard. He murmured more words about giving me his ass, about doing whatever I wanted. After some more slow exploration of his body, in which I stroked his rockin musculature all over and felt him up between his thighs and cupped his ass from below, he looked right into my eyes again, and said, "I have to ask you something. I have some GHB that I want to take. It's just a small dose. I won't take it if you don't want me to. But I'll have to throw it away if I don't." I must have made a face, because he said, "Of course I have to ask, I won't do it if you don't want me to." I don't know from party drugs, so I just said, "Can you act normal on it?" and he said "Yeah, it just makes me extremely horny." And I said, "OK, whatever gets the job done." He went to the bedside table and gulped down something that looked like orange juice to me, and came back and sucked my dick, and fairly quickly, he metamorphosed into an amazing sex toy. His already sensual nature was totally amped up, and just a flick of his nipple or a long slow lick up from his collarbone to his ear sent him into some other universe of pleasure. His body was about the same size as mine, although he was shaped like a wrestler from Mount Olympus and I'm shaped like your dad, so when I laid on top of him and ground my dick into his, every joint and bone lined up between us, and he curled himself around me deliciously, holding me close to him and interlacing his fingers with mine up over his head and squeezing so hard I felt he could snap the bones in my hand. "Get close to me," I said in his ear. "Hold on to me." And he pressed even closer. My dick strained with it's mute, instinctual desire to get inside him. I flipped him over and ate out his ass. If I reached up under his torso and just so much as touched his chest with my finger, I would feel his asshole dilate sharply around my tongue and suck it in. This was awesome. He was awesome. I was awesome. I stood up and put my steel-hard prick against his hole, and started to push. He yelped and pulled away. "Go slow," he said. I put it back, and cooed supportive words to him, "Come back to me, baby, take it in, you know you want it, come on back," and he slowly inched back, looking over his shoulder at me. I put two fingers on his trapezius and applied some pressure. "Come on back," I said, and I felt him open and my dickhead slid in to the ridge. "That's a good boy," I said, "you want the whole thing, just come on back." And he dropped his head and moaned, and I put my fingers on his head and pulled back some more, and slowly my dick sank into him inch by inch. The beauty of his body impaled by my rod was almost too much, and I started sawing away at him. "Fuck me slow," he said. "Don't be rough, fuck me slow." So I fucked him slow, almost excruciatingly slow, but it was what I needed too, because my head was spinning just looking at his perfect form and my nuts were aching from being overloaded with fuckjuice. There was no way I was going to cum with this guy until I'd had my fill. So I fucked him in dreamlike centimeters that made me feel like I was on some kind of fuck drug, too. Somehow he slowly managed to turn over from face-down to on his side, where I could see my dick slithering between his thighs and into his hot, humid asshole better, and then flat on his back with his legs pushed open wide, perfectly receiving my heaving body-- all without my dick ever coming out. "I like it when you sit up," he said, and I knelt up a bit higher, which made my dick shift up inside him, and he moaned and turned to jelly. I thrusted up into him and hit that perfect spot, over and over. He felt like silk inside. My dick had never felt so perfect. My cum had never roiled in my balls so intensely. If I pushed in him very deep and squeezed the muscles between my legs to make my prick swell and engorge, his eyes would open wide, and he would pull me into him roughly and we were a tight ball of fuck, rocking back and forth. He was intensely attuned to my body; I can only imagine it was the drug, but it was extremely nice for me. I couldn't hold it back any more; this slow in and out was driving me out of my mind. So I said, "I gotta cum," and I started body slamming him. He woke up instantly, yelping like an animal, and grappled with me as I fucked all my frustrated spooge into him. When I was done I didn't stop-- he was so meaty, so muscular, so beautifully formed that I just wanted to feel that pounding contact against him. He just wanted my dick in him over and over. I wasn't getting soft, my dick did not want to stop fucking. He turned on his side again. I kept fucking. "You're full of my cum now," I mouthed into his ear, and he fucked back against me. He licked the sweat off my face. Afterward I held him for a long time, with my dick inside him, sucking his nips a little, or flicking them with my fingers, and he curled into me closely, blind and helpless with intense bodily sensation. I told him I had to take a shower and go, and he nodded, but when I stood up, he saw my dick, and his face got that worshipping, helpless look, so I stood still. He sucked it some more, and held it in his hand, and put his head against my chest, stroking me very slowly. I ran my hand up his torso and feeling his chest hair made my dick swell in his hand, and he sucked it more and moaned with pleasure, and I got turned on again, and pushed him on his back and humped him furiously; more grappling, more nip sucking, more incredible kissing. I thought if I kept it up I might cum again, maybe get it all over him, rub it into his skin. But I had to go, I was starving, it was late. Somehow we made it over to the shower, kissing the whole way, and got into the stall together. It had a windowed wall, down to the waist, that looked out across the towers of western Chelsea and to the Hudson beyond, and he curled into me under the hot shower as I swooned a bit at the view, being terrified of heights, but feeling awesome to be 25 stories up in the air with this unbelievably beautiful man in my arms. We made out, soaped each other up, rinsed each other off; he put my dick between his ass cheeks and let the water run over his head; I touched him all over for the thousandth time. I dried off and got dressed. I couldn't keep my hands off him. We kept kissing, I kept saying I had to go. One of the leather queens called while I was putting on my clothes and said he'd left a shopping bag there. When he showed up, we were still kissing our goodbyes. He left, and more kissing; I barely noticed. I was ravenous after this and had dinner in the Village. It's hard to believe the things I get to experience, sometimes. I've expended a lot of words on this, but I don't feel I can express how beauty and pleasure affect my soul. I can barely recollect it perfectly. But I can still feel it. Fucking is living. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I deep-dicked a nicely built Filipino I've spooged in a couple of times before who has an unusual amount of patience. As I've mentioned before, every time we fuck, he routinely hits me up again within a week or two, wanting more juice shot into him. I've told him I don't work that way, that he has to give me some time to miss him a bit, but I guess my bone just hits his little bottom hot spot in just the right way, and he can't help himself. He expresses his disappointment but never goes away for good. He resurfaced again a few weeks ago, and was starting to look good to me again, but not yet, not yet. And he hit me up again earlier this week, but I gave that load to a beautiful new ass in Chelsea. Today, however, is Friday, and for whatever reason it's just about impossible to get laid on a Friday. A cute cocksucker who calls me Daddy and wants me to spooge all over his face and ass was supposed to swing by today, and though I doubted him, I did save up a nice big load to slather him with. He's young and predictably flaked, despite months of rhapsodizing about how beautiful my ejaculations are, so when Filipino Hotbod appeared yet again, with another patient request for my tubesteak, I asked him to travel to me. He was here an hour or so later. Two minutes after that, my dick was in him. He's totally smooth and, while actually quite handsome, not totally my type in the face, but his body really makes me hot. Especially, paradoxically, when he's dressed. I love making out with him and running my hands over his clothes, feeling how closely they cling to his meatiness, and it makes my dick slowly swell up with hot blood, lifting my balls as it stirs. Like most guys he's in a bit of a rush to get to the meat, but I like to make him wait while I feel him up, run my hand up between his legs over his shorts, hold his lats in my hands and squeeze them through his t-shirt. When I unbuttoned my shorts, my boner came springing out, and he knelt on the floor at serviced me long and slow, just like I like, with an attitude of complete worship of the Penis God in me. We got on the bed and he serviced me some more but I had to get my face back into that beautiful ass. I'd forgotten how big his balls are, very full and round, hanging very low in a sack of smooth velvety skin. Beautiful to heft and suck up between rounds of slipping my tongue up his ass, licking his inner thigh, his taint. I was hard as steel and oozing clear slime from my pisshole, which means it's time to do some serious fucking, but I was just enjoying that wonderland of curves and meat too much, and his moans seemed appreciative, so I didn't rush. But I also didn't want to get myself too hot before I even got my dick in him, so before too long I stood up soon and went to push in my tool. He was rather squeaky inside-- we always fuck with spit but this wasn't going to work this time. He took hit after hit of poppers but today my dick was too thick for him, for whatever reason. After a few more rounds of eating him out and gently coaxing him back onto my prong, I took out an almost-empty bottle of lube, slicked myself up with it a bit, and then managed to sink into him up to my nuts. It was warm and silky and very tight inside him, as if I were fucking velvet stretched over bone. To get comfortable, I fucked him up to the center of the bed from the edge where I'd been rimming him, jostling him further with each thrust of my hips. And I put one hand on each buttock and drilled him good, long deep strokes without getting my dickhead too close to his sphincter on the out-stroke, which would totally have made me start firing out sperm. I love fucking his body and even though one of my favorite sensations is that of giving someone every single millimeter of my dick, from fleshy head to rough hairy base, I had to keep control. I flipped him over and he held his legs back all the way, so I could thrust into him freely, without obstruction, while still holding my hairy, sweaty torso close against his, and look into his face. I heaved and heaved against him, again dying to pull my dick almost all the way out, so we could both feel that pleasure of the wide ridge of my dickhead popping past his asshole, then popping back in, but having to deny myself, only doing it once every ten strokes or so. He was in a trance, just enjoying the sensation of being run through with a rod of hot meat over and over and over and over. When it felt too good I would stop, tell him to put his arms and legs around me, and he would, and I would just slowly rock my dick inside him as we felt that intense closeness. Then I would push his legs back again, hold his shoulders down, and plow him deep. We fucked for about a half an hour-- not bad for a day when my nuts are full of three day's worth of cum. And just like with the guy on Tuesday (when an orgasm nipped my spine completely unexpected and made me involuntarily start pounding the bottom's body to make the thick jets of semen squirt out), I suddenly was long-dicking him with the force of my full body, feeling the wet pulsing between my legs and all the stress of the day draining into the whirlpool of ejaculation-pleasure. God, it's good to be a top. Something in him clicked after I shot in him, I don't know what. I felt him spasming inside, sucking my cum-slimy dick into him deeper with each throb. This was interesting, and he was whimpering a bit; maybe this was some kind of internal orgasm of his own? I pushed my groin into him hard, so my dickhead was in him as far as I could get it, and he grimaced and spasmed inside even more, forceful sheaths of muscle deep inside him milking out the last drops of liquid that were stuck in my penis's cumtube. We held each other close and felt our hearts pound, until his inner throbbing subsided. He made a face when I started to pull out. "It's going to be wet," he said, "I can feel it." I knew full well how much semen I shot in him, so I wasn't surprised, and eked my dick out of him little by little, till the head popped out of his hole. He was clean though, and nothing dribbled, which is nice. I like for a bottom to dispose of every drop of my ejaculate and absorb it all, wasting none of it. It's now on its way to Time Square, apparently, to entertain a friend of his from school who is visiting. Before he left we had some water and talked a bit and I kept kissing him and feeling him up. I am a big whore and love fucking as many new guys as I can, but there is definitely something pleasant in the familiar-- a body that always feels good under your hands, a mouth that always coaxes hot blood into your groin, a hole that is always willing to accept your member and its secretions. I like that this guy is patient and keeps after me and keeps giving me this pleasure. I wonder how much of my cum he will absorb before we're done? More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Lately I've been under a lot of stress, feeling like a bunch of things are not working out in my favor-- dealing with some financial fraud done in my name, a new personal venture that is starting out badly, and family worries. Today I figured I wasn't even chipper enough to get my dick hard enough to fuck anyone, and I was feeling the opposite of horny. But someone up there really, really likes me and sent me a little gift today. I've said it a million times-- I'm a middle-aged non-built average-looking hairy dude, but for some reason, fantastic sexual favors keep coming my way with little bidding on my own part. And today I plowed an awesome Latino kid, 29 years old, with a tight little 5'6 body (66 inches is rapidly becoming a fetish with me; the more guys I fuck who are that size, the more I want to fuck). He's visiting Brooklyn this month and hit me up out of the blue a couple of weeks ago, but his pix are kind of eh-- his face was nice but wasn't really turning me on, and his body looked hard but a little wide around the middle, a little weirdly proportioned. Like a zillion other guys, his profile said he wanted safe only, and I flatly told him I fuck raw, but he was ok with it after asking some perfunctory questions about my habits and status. His body did look fun to fuck but he was in Brighton Beach and his pix didn't thrill me enough to invite him up. But today he was pretty insistent, again expressed willingness to take my bare bone, and I thought, well, maybe I can fuck the stress away, cum out all that anxiety. And damn if I didn't. He showed up after a long couple of hours of waiting for him to finish an errand on the way, which wasn't helping my mood much-- this is one reason I resist hooking up with guys who live far away; even if they're willing to travel, waiting for ass to arrive drives me up the walls. I had some work to do but finished a big project about 45 minute before he would get here, and was reluctant to start another. So I basically fretted and read stuff on the web till he arrived. He was *much* cuter than his pictures; I have been back to look at them since and am wondering if they are even him, for reasons I'll explain in a bit. His face was very symmetrical, handsome, and masculine, with a closely buzzed scalp. His body was really perfect for me: thin waist, broad thick shoulders, very noble-looking strong neck on such a small kid, hard bulging arms, thick thighs, and serious booty. He was very guy-guy, talkier and less full of shit than yer average bro-dude but with that general air of a guy who spends more time with straight guys than girls or homos. He kissed like a dream; full lips that reached for mine, a slithery tongue that knew how to behave in my mouth, and, BINGO, very sensitive ears. He especially liked it if I liked them inside, which I also like because I'm a sucker for sticking a slippery wet part of my body inside a small opening in another guy's. He knew how to suck a dick right and when he deep-throated my entire bone, he didn't do it like some guys, who act like terriers trying to wolf down a kielbasa, with lots of head wagging and gagging theatrics; he just engulfed me and held his face against my pubes and let me enjoy the warmth of filling him up. I would squeeze my dick muscles to make my cockhead swell in his throat, and he accepted the discomfort of the engorged, suddenly lengthened meat with a quiet, dignified whimper. He was fantastic. He was wearing the worst boxers in the world-- they were like ass-curtains, far too big for him-- so I whipped those off, pushed him on his back, pulled him by the thighs over to me, mounted his little body, and ground my big fat slab into his small, thin, rock-hard uncut dick. He wrapped his legs around mine and held my hairy back while I rubbed my precum all over his groin and then down between his ass cheeks, and kept telling me over and over how good my body felt. I have a lot of longish straight back hair and when a guy is into it, and strokes it while I'm fucking or humping him, it's like heaven. He held his hands against my beard with both hands and closed his eyes while I pressed my body against his, and I could tell he took great pleasure in being worked over by a hairy man. We were all over each other and I was close to cumming within five minutes-- he had me that excited. I need a whole new language to rhapsodize about what a fucking feast his ass was. A round, shapely, ample ass is always good to press your face into, but when it's on a little muscular body like that, slightly out of proportion but otherwise perfectly formed, it is something supernatural, worthy of worship. And I did, as he bent his knees and rubbed his calves against my body and slowly hiked his hips up and down with pleasure. I was getting myself way too hot again, stroking my dickhead while tonguing every part of him between his legs, so I decided to try to get my dick in to change up the sensation. It was a beautiful sight-- his skin is fairly dark and mine is quite pale, and he was small and my dick looked huge against his buttocks. But he was too tight; I got in my dickhead and it seemed painful for him. So I popped it out, and he laughed and apologized, and I told him I didn't care, I could just eat his ass all day and be happy, just relax. But while I resumed eating, opening up his hole with my tongue, I got my dickhead slicker with precum and spit, and on the second try, I was able to force my way in with three abrupt thrusts of my hips. And we fucked and fucked-- with him splayed out on his haunches at the edge of the bed; standing with me behind and him turned back to suck on my tongue; then on his back. He was acrobatically fit, and held my body just right, or stroked the hair on my thighs while I held his hips in my hands and drilled him half in the air, his tight compact little body cascading back from our fuck like pleasure made solid overflowing from my groin. It felt so fucking good, I kept telling him over and over how good his body felt to me. And I kept having to slow it down so I wouldn't cum, and he would ask, "Are you close? You're close, aren't you," and he would look me in the eye and give me a look that showed it excited him to know I could barely hold back, that I wanted to cum. "Maybe you could cum once and fuck me some more and cum again," he said at one point, when I had pushed my dick into him up to the balls and held it there for him to feel. "I don't want to cum yet, I want to keep fucking you, I don't want to cum," I kept moaning. And then I would dick him hard some more, and he would say, "This is what I need... pound it into me." It was too good, and though this is the kind of body I want to fuck for hours, I couldn't hold back. He didn't want me to cum in him, so I pulled out and painted his brown body with streaks of white and grey. He looked incredible covered with my jets of cum, and he put his hand in it and used it to jerk himself off. His own cum was almost as copious, and a brilliant zinc-white that made my dick jump with its youthful freshness. "Wow, that's a.... that's a LOT of cum," he said, looking at his gooey torso with something like dismay. "Definitely a lot of cum," I said, and I got him a towel to clean up with. He took a shower and we chatted the whole time-- very nice guy. Turn out he's living in southern California, and, perhaps not surprisingly, is ex-military and only dates women (this is why I wonder if those pix weren't even him). He'd liked my apartment when he came in and asked if I lived alone, and I told him about my partner, which made him a little apprehensive the whole time. He was completely vexed when I told him we're both tops and only have sex with other people at this point. But then again, he says, he doesn't really date at all, and is not the marrying type. I imagine, with that babealicious face of his, that women and men are throwing themselves at him non-stop. God knows why he chose me, but I'm glad he did. I've definitely fucked the stress away, for today. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I got some pretty thorough service from an older guy who really looks like someone's Jewish uncle, the one with the jokes. He had a blurry face pic in his profile, so I blew him off over and over for a couple of months, but he just kept coming back for the meat shamelessly, telling me my least-favorite line, "You won't be disappointed." (In face I am very easy to disappoint, most often by the very guys who say I won't be.) This week has really been miserable for me, and today I thought I just *needed* someone to let me lay back while they suckled on my dickhead for a good hour or so, getting me so drunk of my own cock that I didn't care about anything except how intensely my nuts ache to squirt my goo down his throat. I wasn't having much luck, it being Friday, a/k/a/ Official No One Will Fuck You Day, so when Uncle Jew showed up, suggesting we just meet and see if it would work, I decided, what the hell, it's just a lousy blowjob. I needed the kind of tireless sucking he was advertising to help me forget about my stresses for a while and clear my head. So I invited him to my block, and went down to met him in the rain. He looked, as I said, like someone's Jewish uncle with the jokes-- not bad looking, just, very much that. I hesitated, thinking, am I gonna do this? The sky dripped and he waited. And I said, well, ready to suck some dick? And he said yes, and up we came. We kissed a bit but I wasn't really feeling it. I wasn't that into him and was feeling extremely selfish and just wanted him to get to work. So I pulled out my dick and told him to get on his knees, and he did indeed have great technique, making my meat swell up with blood a little more with every suck. So I made myself comfortable and he get between my legs and kept it up, unrelentingly, for about a half an hour. At that point my brain was releasing so many hormones and neurotransmitters that you could easily convince me I was in love with him, as long as he would just keep putting his tongue on me like that. Of course, I was in love with my own dick too, and even putting my hands on my knees felt pretty good at that point, as my head lolled back and my torso went completely slack, my legs open wide to allow him to suck me as efficiently as possible. I was in love with my own hairy knees. Just don't stop sucking. He was in love with my dick too, I think. He sat up and rubbed my dickhead all over his (actually quite attractive) ballsack, and then slicked me up and straddled me and tried to force my bone into his ridiculously tight hole. I woke up from my cocksuckee stupor a bit, like huh? what? where is my dick going now? and tried to help him get it in, and it was in there a good bit but just not really going anywhere. We tried a few more times, and then he wanted to lie beside me and stroke us both off and make out. It was OK. But then I directed his head back into my groin; I was losing my hardon and my pre-orgasmic buzz and wanted them back. He sucked them back into existence. I idly thought about flipping him on his back and pinning him down and drilling him good and spooging it all inside him until I was dry. But he was making me feel really good as it was, and his ass just wasn't that exciting to me. I began to wonder if this is how those really hot guys who get with me are. It's very weird having someone you're not very into making you feel awesome. He didn't seem to mind how selfish I was being, though he clearly wanted more. He looked into my face searchingly a lot. He was very into my beard. I kept my eyes closed, mostly, and just thought about all that cum trapped in ducts in my body, waiting to squirt out at the right moment. The right moment came pretty unexpectedly. I just started cumming. He yelped like a good little cocksucker and jerked and jerked his tool (which was a bit bigger than mine, not bad). He wasn't as close, I guess, because he just lay there with his head on my thigh and my loosening hard-on slithered between his lips, coaxing out more acrid, salty drops of me, and beating off. I squeezed my dick muscles for him, so he could feel it swell in his mouth, and that did it for him-- he shot all over his belly. Not bad. He's a nice guy; we talked about neighborhoods, towns upstate, his work designing buildings and renovating houses. I think he really liked me, and I think he'll be after me again soon, but I pretty much got what I needed from him. I gave him what he wanted, too; he just wants more. I'm sure I've been on the other end of this before. It's just a good reminder to be kind, I think, and appreciative of attention from someone who desperately wants to please you and stand next to your fire, as a wise man once put it. So I am humble. And feeling much better now that my cum is inside him, instead of me! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I was rescued from the tension in my overflowing balls by Little Beard Big Nose, who gamely let me cum in him for the first time, taking the salty, high-pressure load in his mouth this afternoon. I had a bad cold for a couple of days earlier this week, and was totally not up for any sex with anyone, but by Wednesday I really felt the need to find someone to get me off. I've mentioned before that it seems like sites like Manhunt and Adam4Adam are dwindling at bit-- it used to be much easier to hook up on them and they seemed to have a more constant influx of new ass, but the list of new profiles is definitely shrinking each week. For years, if all I wanted was someone to drink the cum out of my nuts, Craigslist was always a reliable last resort-- you had to sift through a lot of chaff in a very inefficient way, but I was typically guaranteed to find someone up to my standards and willing to service me. But Craigslist has become totally useless in the past year or two; it's all people leading you on or behaving inanely now (i.e. thinking I'm going to hook up with them with no picture, or asking me to fist them and spit in their face when I just posted looking for head, yaddayadda). By today I was pretty much out of my mind; I can't really think when my ducts are as clogged with sperm as they were after a week of not cumming. So when Little Beard Big Nose showed up, I took advantage of him. He never let me cum in him before (and was even shy about taking my dick raw the first several times we talked), and I knew I *had* to have this load taken bodily-- I was not going to waste it in a towel. But this time he said he swallows "sometimes", so I invited him over. Ten minutes later he was shuddering in my bedroom and ripping my pants off. This time he was a little too rushed for me; I love making out with him and feeling up his body, enjoying those moments when my dick is hardening in my pants and I'm getting used to his smell and his skin again, but his dick was instantly wooden and stretching apart his underpants (I can't get over how hung this little guy is for his size), and he pulled off his clothes almost right away. I am always amazed at how someone can be that hard that fast-- it's just not me. He jumped down to his knees, pulled off my shorts, and sucked me greedily, but had just eaten a breath mint to cover his smoker's breath, and mint makes my dick sting. So I had to send him over to the bed and eat his ass to get hard-- he was fragrantly sweaty down there but clean, though his hole was extra-soapy tasting. I didn't think I was going to fuck him so I let it alone, and fucked his handsome face some; he was in heaven having my now-firm tubesteak stuffed in his bearded mouth over and over. I still fuckin love his little body. I could barely move when lying on top of him because my dick felt so incredibly good against his, with his legs around my waist and my hands holding his back, that I just laid there pressed against him. And we 69ed some and I fucked his face some more and then went to eat his ass some more and stuck my dick in him from behind and fucked him slow so I wouldn't cum and he looked so cute run through with my cock. And then he started saying "Cum in my mouth, I want that load, shoot it in my mouth." So I was very gratified in my choice. I prolonged the fooling around for as long as I could but the orgasm came out of nowhere, while I was just lying beside him and making out with him, and he could tell by my mindlessly groping body language, as my glands and ducts were opening up full throttle, that he was about to get drenched. So as I lurched up like a zombie to get my dick in his face, he scooted down to receive it, and we got the tip in him just as the gusher started. He was beating off furiously and I squirted and squirted in him. But then he jumped up and ran to the bathroom to wash out his mouth and throat, making rather pitiful hacking and spitting noises. I feel like he spoke to me after I came in him and before he came, so I don't think he spat out my love juice into the sink. I think maybe he just wanted the thick coating of jizz a swallower is always stuck with out of his mouth. And with a minimum of talking he scampered out, saying "See you soon!". I don't know if I make him do a lot of things he doesn't want to really-- take my bare oozing dick in his ass, unload my balls in his mouth-- but he is definitely greedy before and reluctant, if at all, only after. And he keeps coming back for more. Today I'm just glad he rescued me from my own overproductive testicles. But if anyone knows where everyone is hooking up now, please fuckin tell me, cuz I need a steady stream of dudes to cum in and hate to think it's drying up! I don't have Grindr or Scruff, maybe it's there? I only ever hear people complain about Grindr... who knows. Am I behind the times? More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I engaged in a little silly Dad/son nonsense with an absolutely adorable kid in his early 30s. I never thought this guy would really come through; he prickteased me for weeks on Daddyhunt (a site which as far as I can tell is pretty useless for hooking up) and then disappeared completely, then a few months later, reappeared on Manhunt and yanked my chain for much, much longer-- I think we've been talking since winter. I'm about a zero on the kink-o-meter, so roleplay and stuff like that is more likely to make me feel like a numbnuts than turn me on, but something about his approach was appealing; it didn't come on too strong and he was such an arresting mix of youthful/boyish (with a total Teen Beat smile full of white teeth, dreamy green eyes, and very symmetrical face) and manly (hairy body, huge muscular thighs, nice beard, strong nose) that it turned me on to think of him being into me as an older guy. So I indulged him for as long as he kept after me, even though he lives in Harlem and has a partner himself and it seemed like it would never work out even if he truly wanted it to. But today he hit me up asking to come over and suck "Daddy" off (I think I prefer being called Dad to be honest, nota bene) and I told him sure, I would have some free time in the afternoon. I kept expecting to get a text saying "something came up" or whatever, but he showed up barely two minutes late, which is impressive given how far he was coming from. My son is a very responsible young man, you see! He was wearing a tank top that showed off this bulging shoulders, biceps, and huge lats, and I thought, holy fuck, jackpot! I gave him some water, and we chatted a bit, and then Dad showed him how his body works. He liked very slow kissing and lots of touching. I feel like maybe he used to be heavy and only became muscular in recent years-- his skin had that loose quality such guys tend to have, and he really liked showing off his very shapely physique, pulling off his tank top and shorts to reveal a hard boner in a very cute pair of red American Apparel briefs, then holding his biceps flexed up over his head while I ran my hands up and down over his body, marveling at all the curves. He had a star tattoo on his amply meaty right thigh, a pair of hard muscular ridges running up the middle of his back, serious assmeat swelling inside his underpants, and beautiful light hair dusting his torso all the way up to his fat, sensitive nipples. He beamed proudly as I told him what a knockout he was and how much I wanted to get my dick in him. I stood behind him and swirled a fingertip over each nipple as he ground his asscheeks into the bulge in my shorts, then let one hand slide down over the trail of smooth hair, into his waistband, and over the coarser texture inside above his erection. "You have amazing hands," he said, arching his back and whimpering like a little girl at the attention I was giving his chest. I had him get on his knees and slowly unbuttoned my shorts, revealing just the edge of my tool, which he sniffed at with slow pleasure, and then I pulled apart the fly to let my dork come springing out into his face. He took me into his mouth very slowly, wanting to feel every ridge and bump of me before getting it in his mouth. He sucked me very gently at first, letting me slide into him inch by inch until his nose was in my pubes. And then he made a tight ring with his lips around the hairy base of my bone, and somehow wiggled his whole tongue along the underside of it, giving me the most intense sensation of warmth and pleasure I've felt along the length of my penis in a long time. This was going to be good. He kept the cute little briefs on in the bed, posting himself between my thighs to work on my meat in earnest, and the flash of color stretched over what I imagined were beautifully round, milky orbs kept drawing my eye down his body from his handsome face all full of my choad. But eventually I had to push him on his back and rip them off him-- his ass was so meaty, they kinda got stuck until he arched his back, which was extremely exciting-- and then he was there in front of me with his legs held aside and his dick and balls swollen up between. A beautiful invitation to press the entire weight of my body on him. His saliva was thick and slippery on my dick and I was precumming so my tool glided over his body as if it was inside a pussy-- when I pushed his right knee all the way back with my left hand, forcing his own groin up higher against mine and giving me a more dominant stance, I came close to ejaculating instantly. He was smiling brilliantly the whole time I humped against him, wrapping his legs tightly around my waist while I put my weight on his shoulders and sucked at his beard, and said "Your body feels so good against me, Daddy." I flipped him over and the round shapes of his buttocks coming together in a deep cleft, inviting my tongue, was duplicated just below by a pair of very shapely balls in a smooth, shapely nutsack, a small heart shape hanging below a larger meatier one. His hole opened instantly to accept my tongue and as I bit his cheeks and ran my beard along his inner thighs he sighed, "I can't believe how good that feels on my hole." "You got a really sweet ass, son," I told him, "and it's mine today. Give yer Dad yer ass and let him show you what he can do with it." He was twisted around so he could see my head buried in his rear, and my hairy right hand planted in the meat of his right ass cheek. "God, I love how your hand looks on my ass, Daddy!" and he dropped his head back down to the bed and moaned some more. I slid my left hand up under his thigh, along his stomach, and up to his chest, so I could wiggle his nipple while I tongued his hole. "God, you're making me feel good." He greedily got up on all fours and pressed his ass in my face as I sucked his balls one at a time and held his thick rod at its base. He was making me feel good, too; my tool was long and straight as a rifle and my nuts were aching; I almost came just from eating and had to stand up quickly, feeling my cumtube thick and swollen with whatever started coming out of my ducts. I left him on all fours and came around to where his face was and stuck my tool in his face. "You almost made your Dad cum with that ass, son," I told him, and aimed the head at his lips. "Suck me dick and see if there's any cum in there. You taste it?" He nodded with his eyes closed and a look of complete bliss on his face, and I pulled myself out of him all the way so I could see my own dickhead, then stuck it back in up to the hairy root, then pulled out again. He flipped on his back and I fucked his face until I felt like I would cum again. "You like old Dad's dick, don't you son?" I asked, and he opened his eyes and looked at me with a huge smile on his face. "I want more," he said, and pushed me on my back and parked himself between my thighs again and licked my fuckin hot spot till my head was spinning. Then spying the mirror in the closet, he said, "Can we take that mirror out?" "You wanna show off for me, son?" He nodded and propped it up against the wall by the foot of the bed. "I hate to tell you, son, but I'm nearsighted." He laughed, and said, "Where are your glasses?" "I'm not gonna wear my glasses for a blowjob, son," I laughed, and pulled his head into my groin. His ass was high in the air and reflected blurrily in the mirror, but I was more focused on his shoulders straining between my legs, right in front of me. I got on him again and ground my dick into his, fingering his hole with one hand up under his ass. At just one touch of my fingertip he jerked and said, "How do you make that feel so good?" and I said "Your old Dad knows a few things, son. Give me your ass and I'll show you." I knew he didn't really want to get fucked-- he seemed a little nervous about it, and I've never broached the raw thing with him. But I slid my now very slimy tool down between his thighs so he could feel the ridge of my cockhead rub back and forth over his hole. And I held my body up with my arms, and he wrapped his hands around my biceps and held his legs open wide, and I looked right in his face and pounded my dick against his ass, feeling the wide part of my dick helmet sliding against his taint and down in the cleft of his buttocks. He grinned and grinned at me, then closing his eyes and pulling his legs back even further to get me as close as possible, and we mimed an extremely intense fuck. "You're gonna have to fuck me next time, Daddy," he said finally, and I said "You have no idea how bad I want to slide it in you right now, son. No idea." He grinned some more, a little cockily. "I feel your precum all over my hole, it's so slippery. Your precum is all over me," he said, sighing with pleasure at the idea. "You know your body turns on all the men, son. You know how hot you're makin yer Dad. Feel that dick?" He nodded. "You made yer dad's dick hard, son." "Just me?" "Yer hot little body has me hard as a rock and wanting to shoot." And blablabla. It was fun. I wondered how he would react if I just slipped it in. I would probably shoot instantly, probably hard enough to burst my dick open. He was so fuckin cute and nothing makes me hotter than a cute guy. He started asking for my cum. I asked if he wanted to swallow me (he seemed wary about it online but didn't want to tell me no, so I pushed it again). "Cum on my face, Daddy," he said. I laid my hand alongside his face while I ground my dick against his. "You want me to foul up this cute face with my rank cum?" And he nodded, but then said, "No, cum on my chest, I want to see it." Asking for my cum always calls it into existence pretty easily. I sat up and shot four huge jets on his chest, all across his torso; each one had him more awestruck than the last. And I kept cumming a few more drips. "Put it on my face!" he said, and I ran my hand through it and painted his lips. But he grabbed my hand and slapped it over his eyes. "Like that, eh son?" He laughed, and I lacquered his open, handsome face with the reeking fruits of my orgasm. He ran his hand over his now completely slimy chest and beat off with my spooge, making himself even more slimy with his own cum. After he was done making some fairly ridiculous faces, he asked, "When did you cum last, man?" finally letting the daddy thing go. I told him Friday. "But that's all excitement, dude. You would make me cum like that any time." "All me, Daddy?" "All you, son." I think he liked hearing that. He took a shower (aghast that I would seriously think he'd go home on the subway plastered with my cum, but I swear during our sexy chats he'd said so-- so much for fantasy!) and we talked about his grad school plans. He's a smart guy and was very friendly; he hung around a bit before leaving and we got to know each other a little better. Then I sent him off. I dunno if he'd ever let me in him raw... I'm skeptical, but I have nothing to lose so I'll have to broach the subject with him frankly. He's that killer combination of looks, sensuality, and friendliness, and I gotta get my bare bone in him. But even if this is all I get, I gotta say... Daddy raised a good son! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I got a nice note from Cute Son yesterday, thanking me for the load I slathered all over his chest and face. That's class! He said next time he might need me to cum on his asshole, while his legs are spread wide. I told him I would be happy to oblige... that's just another step on the road to getting my bare, oozing dick inside him and squirting the cum where I *really* want it to go. I'm happy to inch my way along with this one, and invest a couple of external loads and hookup sessions that could go to new guys to get what I want. He's so fucking cute. But... a thank you note for ejaculating on someone ten years younger and a thousand times hotter than me, after he gave me his body to slobber and sweat all over as I saw fit for an hour! What a life! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I shot my thick, salty jizz down the throat of German dude with a tall, thin, tight body and an extremely handsome face-- very short buzzed scalp and beard to match running along his handsome jawline, thicker and slightly porny mustache over his sensuous lips. I had tried Craigslist again, hoping to sort of order up exactly what I wanted, but not expecting much. Dudes must be unusually horny today, because I got a lot of response, but he was by far the best looking and most eloquent about his love of dick-- there's nothing worse than a guy who gives you a couple of uninspiring words, even if he looks really good; in my experience the guys who are best in bed are also best at expressing what they like. The only thing was, he said he didn't think he would be up for swallowing, and would prefer I sprayed his face instead. Today I felt that was non-negotiable; I needed on a primal level to get my seed in another body. So I was torn-- go with him because he's so cute and enthusiastic, but maybe waste my cum? Or take my chances finding a true cumguzzler among the numbskulls of Craigslist? Knowing that if I treat a bottom or cocksucker right, I can typically get him to want what I want, I told him that I *really* like being swallowed, but would not make him do anything he didn't want to, and he scampered over in short order. We had a little over an hour of really fantastic sex. And which do you think it is, Gentle Reader? Did I get this handsome fella to ask for my cum inside him? Decide before you read on! He showed up looking even cuter than his pictures, but he was extremely friendly and chatty and not at all intimidating. He had toked up a bit before he came over-- I told him we couldn't smoke here-- but didn't have that langurous, dumb affect that smokers typically have; he was pretty sprightly. I gave him some water, and he praised my apartment, and we made out a little as he drank-- his tight muscular body felt just right in my hands. "You've got a sweet little ass back there, I think," I said, cupping it in my hand, and he sighed and told me how good my hands felt on him. I asked him back to the bedroom and we made out some more. He had beautiful lips, plump and sensuous and silky, but didn't give them to me the way I wanted-- he was a little tight-lipped with the kissing. But he was clearly very sensuous-- we just held our lips together, pressed our faces together, breathed each other's breath in deeply and lustily, and this was as good as any voluptuous makeout session; this cycle of inhaling each other, looking into each other's eyes, drinking in the attraction we both felt in each other. My nuts were tingling between my legs as we did this, and the dick swelling in my shorts pushed towards his and found it, as if by magnetism, as I grew more and more excited-- I felt his meat swollen against mine, and it was very exciting. I pushed him to his knees and pulled down my zipper to barely expose the tubular flesh. He was a good cocksucker, I could tell, because just the sight of the edge of my thickening meat made him stop in his tracks, riveted, and drop slowly to the ground, reach for it with a momentous slowness, and pull it out of my fly like something of great value and rarity. This was going to be good. He was considerably taller than me but arched his back and splayed out his thighs so his hands were pushing his shoulders back, and this had him at perfect level with my dick. "I am all about your dick," he said, after a few minutes of lolling it over his tongue. "It's all yours man," I told him, "you can have all the dick you want today." And he sucked the living hell out of me. I don't typically like the standing position much, but there was something very primal about how he looked in that position; his long legs spread open like that had my attention rapt, and with one hand on the back of that stubbly round skull and the other cupping his stubbly jaw, I felt all the energy in this hemisphere of the globe focused on the pleasure he was creating in my groin. His noises were greedy but not over the top-- he was clearly in love with my junk and could not get enough. I hopped back on the bed to get a little more comfortable, and he stood up, eyes bright looking my body up and down, eyes flitting from the bone jutting out of my unruly pubes up along my fleshy, hairy body, to my bearded face, and back down to my thighs and my meat again, and then he stripped completely, clambered into the bed, and knelt between my legs and worshiped me. My tool looked stark against his thick mustache. I held his torso firmly in my hands and bucked into him and he accepted me as deeply as I wanted to go. And he sat up and looked me deep in the eye and grinned with brilliant white teeth, and told me he loved my dick. And we locked eyes again-- we spent the afternoon just intensely focused on each other that way, always eye to eye, no flinches and no shyness; I felt like I was drowning in how beautiful he was to me and hope open he was, with those deep eyes. I pushed him on his back and laid my body across his, feeling his heavy balls against my dick at first, then aiming it along his belly and gliding in my precum along his smooth skin. "That thick dick on by belly feels so good," he said, still staring into my eyes, and I could tell he meant it. His long lanky limbs were like a playground to me, his body was endlessly entertaining to manhandle, to stroke, to grip and kiss, to stroke my face against, to push and hold down as I rubbed my dick all over him. I almost came from it, and sat up to calm down, to know him with my eyes instead of my skin. A handsome-faced man, with a well-shaped body and a big dick, on his back in my bed, completely devoted to me, waiting for whatever I wanted to give him. It was almost overwhelming; I had to rest. He sat up to kiss me and look into my eyes at close range again. "I have to taste that cum," he said, as I gripped his uncut dick and pressed it against mine so we could ooze precum all over each other. "I want to swallow that load." I got some skillz. I ate his ass out, which tasted vaguely of rubber-- could he have already gotten fucked today? It was not even noon yet! His asshole dilated to accept the tip of my tongue in the most beautiful way, which made the blood rush to my bone so hard that it throbbed and leaked in my hand; I had to let go to avoid cumming again. This was totally the kind of guy I love to fuck, so yielding, so exciting. I cupped his heavy balls while I licked his ass and thighs all over and he whimpered with pleasure. I wondered if I should push my luck and stick my dick in him-- he had made it clear in his ad he only wanted safe things, but with his head buried in my pillows, drooling with helpless pleasure, with his ass up in the air like a gift, he seemed ripe to be drilled. I ran my dickhead, slick and fishy with my precum, all over his hole, and he pushed against me encouragingly. I bided my time a bit, more eating, more tongue in the hole, more dick all around that sensitive skin, then up on my haunches behind him to get it in the position to drill, my thighs clamped to him, my tool bearing down on him. But never obviously going for the insertion. I didn't get any definite clues. I've upset guys before by pushing too hard, ruined the experience with my greed to feel everything with everyone, and I didn't want to lose him-- I wanted him to drink my cum with uninhibited pleasure. That would be enough. But I popped my dickhead into his sweet hole for a second-- it was so slick and viscous and warm, I don't know how the ejaculatory machinery didn't switch on right then and there, turning me into a helpless, flopping cum-delivery system. My dick was inside his ass and my head was spinning. But he jumped, shocked, and turned to look at me, smiling, but pulling away. I didn't push it. We did the other things, he made my bone sing in his mouth, I devoured his body and rammed it into the bed with thrusts of my hips that made my dickhead rub against his hole but not enter it, we stared deep into each other's eyes in a way that made me want to somehow possess him completely, wishing I had more dicks or more balls or more something, just wanting more and more and more. He asked me to tease his hole more with my dick, said it felt so good there. And I glazed him with more precum. And I didn't want to stop but had to cum so bad I could cry. That horrible sensation of having every cell in your body crying out to shoot, and every cell in your brain saying no no no no no, no cum, more sex. The incredible tension, impossible to resolve. "I want to suck the cum out of your dick," he said, with his body wrapped tightly all around mine, his legs gripping my waist like a vise, his face hard against mine, his eyes just visible in the haze of our closeness. "I want that load, man." It was time. I sat back, and told him to suck me slow. My tube disappeared down his throat, his handsome face pressed itself into my groin. "Don't try too hard, I'll cum, just let me feel it, slowly." He nodded with perfect understanding, not letting my dick out even a millimeter. He gave me the perfect amount of pressure. "I'm so fucking close man, just let me hang here on the edge." Another nod, very seriously focused on cues from the flesh and blood and muscle in my penis. Tasting that rising tide. Feeling the veins pop out from under my skin. Feeling the head swell and harden. Feeling my nuts rise up to nestle in his chin. I was cumming. And I came and came and came into him. He accepted it, licked me as I shot, drank it down, nothing was wasted. It was too good, the firing was slowing down but there was more orgasm lodged in my spine somewhere, I could feel it. I pulled my slimy dick out of his mouth and jerked it, hard, needing to cum more, needing more. After a few tugs more cum began to shoot out, and I was having another orgasm close on the heels of the other. He exclaimed and put his mouth back on my dickhead, which was tortured with intense pleasure. He wanted all of me, all of me, he was so happy that there was more, he sucked it down. And he kept my his head in my lap, did not stop sucking, he was greedy in his own way. His own dick had grown much larger than I remembered and was oozing freely as he sucked and sucked my slowly shrinking tool. He looked into my face again. "That was so good," he said. "Do you want me to cum?" And I said yes, and he nestled his head in my thigh, with my dick in his face, and I stroked his body and flicked his nips and cradled his chin in my hand as he worked himself to orgasm. And he shot like CRAZY, all over his own body, and then all over my dick and balls, a few feet from the source. It was like hot metal raining on my soft tissues. I typically avoid other guys' cum but I would freely have drunk this guy's cum, he was so fucking handsome and beautiful to me at that moment. He laughed and I laughed, and we kissed and held each other, and he nestled back into my thigh, holding his dick, and we talked at great length about New York, where we are from, our lives and travels. We made out a bit more, and I asked if he wanted a shower. But he had rubbed his cum into his skin and just put his shirt on over it, letting it dry in the air. I gave him a glass of water, we talked a bunch more, and I kept wanting to exclaim over and over, "You're so fucking handsome, you're so fucking handsome," but that is annoying and you can't just do that. So we talked like normal people, still locked eye-to-eye, but upright, and clothed, talking excitedly, stuffing each other with words instead of dicks and tongues. We kissed and groped each other a bit more before he left. He told me he wanted to do it again. I told him for sure. I don't know if I will ever get my bare bone in him like I am aching to right now. But he can have all the cum he wants, however he wants to get it out of me. He was one of the best, for sure. He texted me while I was writing this, saying it was a great way to spend the afternoon and thanking me for having him. "So hot!!" And I told him I agreed, and he texted, "I can still taste your load, and smell you in my stach. Nice." And I told him he was a good boy-- to keep me with him a while. It's good to be a top! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight I fooled around with Ultra Sensuous again, after a very frustrating week that left me with serious, genuine blueballs; the sexual well was seriously dry since my last encounter on Saturday. I had an unusual night free as my partner was working till very late, so I cruised online heavily, imagining a whole new pool of ass to tap that is not available during the day, my usual hunting period. But evenings seem like weekends-- most guys seem to sign on and go away from the computer for hours, or are insulting about not being attracted to you when you hit on them, or seem to be looking for validation more than dick. I tried a Craigslist ad again, since it worked so well last time, and only got a few nibbles, one of which turned out to be from some guy with a distorted, ugly cock pic on his Manhunt profile who hits me up over and over, saying he's "heard" I'm an awesome top, will never show me what he looks like, and abuses me for not showing HIM (despite my having something like five clear pictures of my dick and body visible there), then goes away an sulks, and does it all over again months later. Tonight he answered the Craigslist ad with a picture of a guy who was totally my type, and when I sent him back my face, he told me who he was, admitted it was not him, and taunted me for finally getting my pic. Fuckin nutjob! So you can imagine the state of my ducts at this point; my nuts were so swollen and sensitive that I was almost in pain. There were a bunch of guys I've been with before online who I could have reached out to, but I kept holding out for new, new, new, until I rather passive-aggressively touched Ultra Sensuous' profile without actually writing him. Within a few minutes, he wrote me, saying just, "More please." I decided I was being ridiculous, and could do worse than getting with such a fantastic little ass again, so I hopped on the train and was there in 20 minutes. He'd clearly gotten high before I arrived, and was slinky as a kitty cat and about as scattered. He was all about the poppers-- I opened the bottle and held it to his nose a few times to try to make it less distracting-- but I think whatever he'd done before I got there made him unable to really suck me very well, because he kept almost getting me super hard but then backing off, and letting me droop again. He was also playing some rather harsh old New Wave music-- at one point I heard "Warm Leatherette", which is just not a sexy song, and it was making it seriously hard for me to get in the mood. He asked if I wanted a cockring, which I found a little insulting. I wanted to say JUST SUCK THE MOTHERFUCKER LIKE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO! but I didn't. I decided, although I really wanted to just be serviced, that I'd eat his ass. Which as I mentioned is absolutely astoundingly hot, with those huge round nuts and thick thighs. He whimpered and shuddered involuntarily as I tongued his hole and tweaked his nips at the same time, and I stroked my dick until I was hard as a steel rod. I considered trying to fuck him-- he'd said online he was very wary of raw, and I knew if I put my dick in him all hell would break loose and he'd be completely seeded instantly. But I wanted it so bad, I was like a fucking caged animal. And, incredibly, I suddenly came in my hand. It was not at all like an orgasm. It was a hard, hot, pisslike stream of thick, fragrant cum that my exhausted, overtaxed nuts finally pushed out without pleasure or fanfare, the testicular way of saying ENOUGH ALREADY! My hand was completely slimed, and I kept eating his ass but panicked about what to do; I wiped it on his floor, on his bedspread, all over the fucking place. My dick was not firing, was still hard, perhaps even harder than before, but my nuts didn't hurt any more. So that was a good thing, I think. I stood up and put my stinking, cummy dick in his face, and he sucked it with the gusto I was hoping for; I guess he liked the taste and the hardness, but he didn't ask me if I came, though it seemed obvious. And for another half hour or so we fooled around, with me seriously teasing his hole with my slippery, hard bone in every conceivable position. He was extremely tight and I didn't think I'd really get it in there, even with all the poppers he was doing. But the motions were exciting and he liked them. So I laid on top of him, ground my bone into his pubes, and flicked his nip with one hand, and circled his anus with a fingertip of the other, purring in his ear "Let me in." And I felt his bearded face nodding against mine, and his asshole dilating, and his body shuddering and shuddering, and I whispered it again, right in his ear, "Let me in," and my finger sank in to the second knuckle, and he writhed and cried out and shook and shook. And I ground into his pubes some more, very excited-- having anything inside another guy while my dick is being stimulated is almost as exciting as fucking him. It was too much, so I sat up and let the urgency of orgasm subside, but he slicked up his hand and reached down and stroked my dick. It was beautiful, looking at his meaty little body, his face slack and lost in sex, my big fat bone in his hands; I gripped his thighs up near his hips hard and pulled them against my own thighs, harder and harder, while he stroked my dickhead just right, and the pressure of body to body, the straining of groin to groin, really set me off. "You are going to make me fucking cum," I said, and he gave me a little smirk, but I pulled him to me harder, and harder, and then he saw it was for real, and there was a mad scramble to get his face into position to take my cock down his throat, but it was too late. I was squirting hard all over his pillow, his bed, his dick, his nips, his neck, his face, his hair, his eye, more on the bed, just an insane amount of squirting, only two or three shots aimed into his mouth. He tried sucking my dickhead but it was too intense, and I just kept jerking off and had another secondary orgasm with three more feeble squirts on his chest. He scooped up a bunch of it and shoveled it into his mouth, so I pulled out his hand and replaced it with my dick, but had to keep saying, "Easy, easy, too much, too much" when he would try to suck. Just feeling my gooey meat between his lips was enough to make him start squirting all over ME; I felt two hot shots against my forearm, which startled me, and I kinda moved out of the way, since I don't like getting other guys' cum on me very much (it's my one major sop to safety, along with never bottoming). But he was plastered. For a long time we lay there with his head on my belly, talking. He'd had a long-term partner who died. I told him I didn't envy him being single. The conversation went on much longer than usual post-ejaculation; I hadn't had a real dinner, was very tired after a long day of work, and his bed felt very comfy, so I didn't want to get up. I think we talked for an hour, with his head on my stomach and my hand on his gooey chest, the conversation drifting from topic to topic. His house has no clocks so I didn't realize how late it had gotten. I didn't shower; the sweat and cum had dried and I didn't feel too gross. I left his place an my partner had just texted me that he'd gotten off work, a little before midnight. We met up and ate ravenously and talked a bit. I collapsed into bed, but woke up in the middle of the night, unable to go back to sleep, and am writing this in the cool of my office, naked and a little dizzy with exhaustion. Time to go back to bed. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I pumped about a quart of grade-A spooge into the mouth of a verrrry cute little guy with a muscular body, stupendous ass, and a nice trim beard. I certainly can't whine about slim pickings today. I was accosted on Manhunt right away this morning by a nice looking guy from out of town who said he wanted to work the cum out of me but was busy till 4, so I had that on the back burner. But knowing how these things go, I decided to put some other feelers out there. I had five days of sperm production packed into my nuts, and *supposedly* I'm going to fuck a tight-bodied little twentysomething tomorrow afternoon-- again, I know how these things go, but if he's for real and comes through, I need to be in top form, with my ducts well-exercised, so I can dig my tool into that body for as long as possible. And that meant getting milked good today. So I tried another Craigslist ad, and was deluged with replies. One cocksucker was a 6'3, 290 pound hairy monster bodybuilder with a hot bearded face who was saying all the right things as we traded a few emails. But exactly simultaneously, Short and Sweet appeared on Manhunt, also saying the right things. He was only 5'7-- perfect for fucking, a little small for servicing; Six Three Monster would have been very hot between my thighs-- but he was a lot cuter in the face (it turns out he's an actor, and they're always really handsome). They were both up in Hell's Kitchen, about two blocks apart, so neither was any easier to get to. So I decided, well, whoever advances to the address stage first would get the load. Six Three Monster dallied a little bit while Short and Sweet texted me his location, so I ran to the train. On the train I was feeling a little apprehensive. The guy's pix were extremely attractive and I am feeling unusually schlubby today; I began to imagine I'd go all that way and he wouldn't be into me. Anxiety and sex don't go together, of course, so I started worrying I wouldn't get hard for him! There was a really hot guy standing next to me on the train, with a trim, shapely, hairy body. I could not take my eyes off of him because his ass was straining tauntingly against his slacks, and the way his belt ran around his slender little waist, dipping down above his package, with those ample cheeks pulling his pants back like that, made it impossible to look anywhere else. I decided I would use him to calm down and get me out of the anxiety space and into the sexy space. Feeling extremely pervy, I put my hand in my pocket, and reached around a bit until I was holding my dickhead through the fabric of the pocket (I typically don't wear underwear, especially when I'm going to hook up) and just held my glans while I stared at his swelling buttocks and beautiful hairy wrist and meaty hands. I felt my shriveled meat swell and thicken in my fingers, and my insecurity slowly began to drain away as my mind switched into horny mode. I am not sure if the (also fairly handsome and built) latino security guard across the train from me was watching my hand or not; I wasn't beating off or seriously boned or anything, just holding my dick in my fingers. But he seemed to be staring at my groin, so I dropped my dick and pulled out my cell phone and sighed at how slow the train was going. Sexy Ass got off at Union Square and I rode the rest of the way with nondescript passengers. When I got off the train I texted Short and Sweet to let him know I was close, and a msg was waiting from him asking if I wanted another guy to join us. I did not, thank you, and it kinda took the wind out of my sails-- I know bottoms are greedy little bastards and most of them would take a zillion dicks at once if they could, but a top (or at least, this top) really likes to feel you're hot for *him*, not taking all comers. I texted him no thanks, and he said to disregard that message, that he was all ready for me, and that he hadn't eaten all day and my jizz was going to be his breakfast. He answered the door in a jockstrap and a tank top. I really don't much like jockstraps-- I would much rather have seen him in some tight briefs swelling over his ass and junk-- but I admit his ass looked wonderful. He was not as ripped as his pictures, which helped a bit with any residual intimidation. He had gotten a little soft around the middle but still had amazing shoulder and back muscles and really thick thighs. "Ready to suck some dick, big guy?" I asked, going in for the kiss. He was very, very cute, and kissed me back beautifully. "You are the only one who had the right attitude," he told me between kisses, as he groped around at my shorts fabric looking for my meat. He had put up one of those Manhunt ads asking for dicks to suck; that's how I noticed him. "You get a lot of responses from an ad like that but no one has the right attitude." I turned his body around and stroked the curves of his buttocks as he talked, nodding appreciatively. "I got a lot of cum for you today," I promised. "We're going to have a good time." And I turned him back, pushed him to his knees, and told him to work my dick with his tongue slowly while I got hard. And he did it just right-- why don't more men know how to suck a dick?-- and my penis lengthened centimeter by centimeter, growing thicker and veinier, until it had stretched down into his throat and gotten fully hard. And we did have a good time. He had the couch set up with a towel on it, so I trotted over there, sat back, and let him do his thing. He was getting me extremely excited almost right away. I'm not a big fan of deep throat. Most guys make a hash of your meat when they do that, unable to control what their teeth and tongues are doing when you're in them up to the nuts. But his throat was warm and velvety and he made every inch of my dick feel loved. I wrapped my legs around his back and gripped his shoulders while he milked the whole length of my tool with his throat, and I felt like I was going to cum. So I pushed him off, stood up, pulled off my polo, pushed him over on the couch, and ate the fuck out of him. I was kneeling on some very fuzzy fake-polar-bear rug, so long fluffy fibers kept somehow finding their way into my beard. But his ass was heaven, and when I probed it with my tongue it opened to suck it in. Very hot. His balls were firm and tight and his dick was very hard and fat but didn't feel very big in the jockstrap. Having had enough of that, I pulled it off him and threw it across the room. Now I could lick everything and hold his nuts and grips his tool, which was hard enough to cut diamonds. I had him lie across the lounge part of his modular couch, with his head hanging off the edge, and stuck my dick in his face and pumped. His own dick and balls were staring me in the face between those meaty muscular legs. His dick actually looked fatter than mine, maybe an inch or so shorter, but had a beautiful curve to it. My own dick is ramrod straight, which I regret-- curved dicks are beautiful to me, and mind is so boring-- so I decided I had to suck him. His dickhead was hard, meaty, obscenely thickly ridged around his tubesteak, and pretty much perfect. He made it clear he was enjoying this and wanted to me to take it all in my mouth while he did the same, and so I did-- I gripped his thighs just above his buttocks my with hands, pulling him into me, with my nose in his balls, and I felt his beard on my own balls, and we were in each other as deep as we could go, and were both just throbbing. Tell me it's not a beautiful thing to be gay! I pulled out, walked around to look at him right-way up, and laid down on top of him, sliding my dick alongside his. His couch was leather-covered and rather tiresome-- I wish we'd been able to go into the bed, but had to make do with this clammy surface. His head was still hanging over the edge, so I cradled it from behind and ground my dick into him as best I could, but I felt like I would cum if I moved too much-- his body was very exciting, so short but so manly and firm and full of muscle. So I just held his head against mine, and stroked his flank with my free hand while he wiggled against me with pleasure. I felt his thighs hiked up beside my hips, too hot. I had to get off or I would cum. My dick was like a hammer at this point, almost painfully hard and engorged. "You're close, aren't you?" he asked me, with a smirk. "I got a lot of cum for you today," I repeated, and he made a face of mock disbelief. "Oh really?" "I do," I said. I sat back and let him do more magic. He was so fucking good, sucking every inch, long and slow, up and down, tonguing my hot spot just right. But it was too much, and I couldn't muster the will to make him stop. "Aw fuck you're gonna make me... you're making me cum," I said, at just the point where anyone could tell the statement was redundant. I fired hard, hot shots into him, and he upped the ante, sucking me very, very firmly, focusing on just that tiny strip that leads from my pisshole to the bottom of my glans, at most an inch of skin but packed with all the best nerves, the nerves that control my whole fuckin brain, and during my orgasm that little strip expanded to fill the whole room. My whole field of consciousness was nothing but an inch of skin below my gushing, spewing cumhole; he was making me lose all my faculties and making me cum harder than I have in a long, long time. And I could hear him gulping me down as I shot and shot. Until, suddenly, his mouth exploded with goo like a sealed container of yogurt left out in the sun-- thick white slime just shot out of him, with an audible SPLAT noise, all over my dick and my pubes. And he coughed, and a long thick rope of me dripped off his lower lip into his hand. He looked at me, and ate the cum in his hand while I jerked a few more spurts out of myself which mostly ran down over my fist. "You weren't fucking kidding," he said, with a look of real disbelief on his face this time, as he watched me finish my orgasm. He was diddling himself as well, but did not look like he was going to get off. "Too much?" I asked, and he shook his head, still looking at my dick and my hairy gut and my chest. He grabbed my nip and pulled on it, running his other hand over my body hair. "No, I just wasn't swallowing fast enough. I guess I wasn't prepared. Damn!" he said, watching me soak the corner of the towel with the oozing fuckjuice. We kissed a bunch, and he got me a wet cloth to clean up with, and we kissed a bunch more. "You have an awesome mouth," he said, "it felt so good on my ass." And I admired and kneaded his rear some more, and we held each other a bit and I got dressed. He had a wonderful sexual energy, and we talked about how rarely you find that. He followed me around the apartment, a little like a puppy, as I retrieved my watch, shorts, polo, and shoes. I kissed him one last time before I left, tasting my own briny genetic slime on his breath; it was unusually sweet mixed with his saliva. "If you need more cum, you know who to call," I told him. I'd love to cum in his body next time, but not sure he's into that. He's the perfect kind of bottom-- handsome, muscular, short, big-assed, kissable, cum-crazed. We shall see. I looked at my watch in the elevator as I plunged down to the street-- barely half an hour. Not nearly as much as I'd hoped, but he really cleared my head, and I feel great. I fuckin love sex. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I've been out of commission for a bit, but today I got some service from a big ripped muscular guy with a rather funny face, who came over to drain the accumulated cum of the past two weeks. For the second half of this month I've been insanely busy with work and social stuff and just didn't have the time to look for sex. Simultaneously, I got an ugly infected hair follicle. (Sorry, you asked.) You can't really wave that in someone's face and ask them to suck it. It cleared up on its own, thankfully, but seems to have left a bit of a scar, which I hope isn't an issue. None of this was particularly sexy. So since the last entry I wrote, I've lived hookup-free. In a way it was rather pleasant-- there's so much more time in the day when you have a good reason to ignore your dick and all the flakeout knuckleheads on line who string you along and leave you high and dry for the next knucklehead. But today I knew if I didn't get off my nuts were basically going to pop. In my absence a new crop of dudes seem to have appeared on the various hookup sites and they wasted my time all morning. A Craigslist ad I posted did manage to attract the Big Meathead who was very excited by the prospect of getting a big load, so he's the one who got it. As you might expect this didn't turn out to be a drawn-out affair. I was skeptical of the pics but he showed up looking just like them, except for the face, which is much worse for the wear. The body was fantastic-- granite shoulders and guns like engorged Italian salamis. He stripped down at my request, to little black briefs that only showed off how shapely the curves from his broad back down to his tiny waist to his (fairly little) ass and thick thighs. His chest was massive and hard with big nips. With this beast between my legs slurping at my engorged, neglected tool, I wasn't going to last long. I wrapped my legs around his back, with my feet crossed just above his ass, and he hooked his arms up under my thighs and buried his lips in my bush and just held my dick in his throat for long stretches, which was enough to make my head spin and come close to ejaculating several times. I had to push him away repeatedly and hold my dick by the head to calm down a bit. It would be sad to unload this cargo after just two minutes of sucking. Some cum did leak out the first time I pulled him off, which he lapped up greedily, and took off a little bit of pressure inside my balls. But I was back to wanting to cum within 30 seconds of resumed sucking. He actually wasn't a fantastic cocksucker-- not as skilled with his tongue as I like-- but this probably helped me last as long as I did. I gripped his wrist with one hand and flicked his nipple with the other and felt my bone harden into steel in his throat. It was too intense; I couldn't feel the pleasure of gliding on the edge because the hydraulic disaster in my balls was just too urgent to ignore. I've never needed to cum this bad. I tried my best to hold back, to focus on his ass, which I bent over and stroked through his briefs for a bit, or on making out with him, which he didn't seem too into. But the next time he got his mouth on me, and applied a few slow licks to my dickhead, I cried out, "I can't hold this back," and he took that as a cue to suck the hell out of me. When the first shot came out, he did something no one has actually done before-- he pushed my tool as far down his throat as he could and somehow timed his swallows to my explosive jets. Each long spurt went straight from my balls, down the barrel of my tool, and directly down his gullet. It was interesting-- again not the intense feeling I get from having my dickhead licked hard while I unload, but a rather cool sensation of having my semen immediately spirited away with no warm pooling around my cumhole as the cocksucker's mouth fills between swallows. Interesting. This whole thing barely lasted 15 minutes. He was definitely a good cockhound; even after I was done cumming and just stroking the last bits of pleasure out of my dick, he stayed posted between my legs with a close-up view, waiting for the inevitable dribbles of semen that would ooze out as I softened, and licking them up. And for a while he kept my rubbery dong down his throat afterwards, which was nice warm comedown for me. He chatted a bit about his apartment versus my apartment but refused anything to drink. And then trotted out, taking my jumbo load with him. Not the best hookup ever but at least my testicles are back to their normal size! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I fucked the hell out of a sweet-bodied little Irishman, but he rather hoodwinked me, as I'll explain in a bit. He hit me up fairly aggressively on Manhunt a while back expressing hearty and crass approval of my pictures and cumshots, and later his desire to get fucked. He listed himself as Safe Only so I gave him the standard I-fuck-raw-but-you-can-just-suck-me-off-sometime, and he quickly changed his tune, saying he would take me raw. So he went on my buddy list and I told him things were really busy and it would be a while before we could get together. He occasionally came back asking for my dick but I just couldn't swing a trip over to his neighborhood very easily. But within an hour of yesterday's 10 minute disappointment, I was horny again and knew I had to fuck somebody good, and soon. I considered fucking someone yesterday evening, mere hours after the blowjob. And I had a few admirers that might have worked out. But I ended up doing a bunch of work instead. So today, for sure, I was going to plow somebody good. I saw Wild Irish online and pinged him about this afternoon, which didn't look like it was going to work for him. But then I found out I had several free hours after work, so I texted him at the end of the day asking if I could swing by and stick my dick in him. He was happy to have me, so I drove over there. He answered the door looking cuter/manlier than his pictures, which were a little boyish for my taste, and his ass and legs were a sight to behold as he led me up the stairs to his apartment at the top of a nice brownstone on a gorgeously leafy street. I couldn't wait to get up in that! But he hoodwinked me! We went to his bedroom and I kissed him and he was all slobbery tonguey, which made my heart sink a bit. But I felt his body up and down with real admiration. He was thin and not particularly muscular, except the legs, but he was extremely shapely-- very narrow waist, extra tight belly, deep curve in his back above a very nicely-shaped ass. His nipples were very sensitive, which always turns me on. He was a flurry of unfocused activity, though, grabbing at my dick, then grabbing at his own dick, then ripping his t-shirt off, then tonguing tonguing tonguing, then ripping off his shorts (no underwear) and then jerking his cock like a madman. This all while I'm standing there in front of him stroking his body up and down fully clothed! Very excitable guy. I think the deliberate, admiring stroking slowly calmed him down a bit, except for the frigging, which he kept doing furiously for the entire first half of the encounter. This is always something of a turnoff to me-- guys should be more focused on each other than themselves. But his dick was pretty freakin big-- 8" easily-- and he had it nice and hard. So that was cool. He didn't give particularly good head, though he looked awesome on his knees on the floor in front of me, with his back arched tensely and haunches spread wide. We moved to the bed and he got between my legs but he laid to the side and sort of put my dick on his face while he ceaselessly pounded his meat. I wasn't sure what was going on-- there wasn't any easy way to get my dick in his mouth from this position. He was out of control and spastic. I figured the best thing to do was to flip him over and eat him out. And this is when things started getting good... he really seemed to love the attention on his ass, and his hole was very accomodating. His thick dick hung down between his legs, less hard now but still pretty impressive. He moaned and moaned as I licked, sucked, and bit at his cheek and all the goods. My dick was now hard as a rock, so I got up on the bed and put it in his face, and he did a better job of sucking it now that it was thick and long. I think the true mark of a good cocksucker is his lack of fear of a not-totally-hard dick. The good ones don't freak out, and just suck it till it's hard. The less good ones spaz and try and try and don't get you there. The less good ones wonder why you're not hard yet. The good ones are just happy there's a dick in their mouth. Which makes you hard, because enthusiasm can't be faked. So I get back between his cheeks and feast some more, and plant my hard bone on his hole, and he moans and moans. I slide it in just a little bit, and he's going crazy. I flip him on his back, grind into him, and he is kissing better now too, looking me in the face, and as my dick slides down between his cheeks against his hole he seems to be in ecstasy. Oddly, he's not hard any more, but there is a lot of oohing and ahhing-- bottoms are mystifying. His body feels amazing behind mine. The contrast between the smooth, tight, small torso and the thickly muscled, coarsely hairy legs makes me want to cum just from alternately touching them. I slide my dick in him again, and get it in about halfway. Then he jumps up and says, "Let me get some condoms." And pulls out an accordion of rubbers from his nightstand. My heart sinks, because I really want to be inside him and feel his warmth and his slickness. And because the whole reason I'm there with fucking on my mind is because he offered "I'll take you raw" a week or two ago. Maybe he forgot? I'd pointedly told him when we talked today that I just had a bunch of negative STD results Monday, but didn't actually say "so you still want me skin on skin?" I kicked myself for that. I looked at the condoms and looked at his hairy knees hiked back to his chest exposing that pretty pink target. The strain of holding his legs back made veins pop out from his abs. I shook my head, grabbed a rubber, ripped it open, popped it on, accepted a dab of lube from him, pushed him back into position, and stuck it in all within seconds. I had to fuck this body. And I fucked the hell out of it. Wearing a rubber is a crap shoot. Inside some guys, you can barely tell you have one on, it feels great. In some guys you feel like your dick is a plastic dildo grafted onto your groin and fucking provides no sensation but is more like performing very tedious aerobics. This guy was somewhere in between-- it felt good enough to keep me hard as a rock, but artificial and plasticky enough to keep me from really feeling what I wanted to feel. Sometimes that translates into coming too fast-- I can't gauge as well how close I am, can't tell exactly what kind of motion is needed to keep me on the edge, or to keep me fully hard. This time, it was basically just enough desensitization to allow me to pummel him like guys do in porno movies without fucking myself over the edge. Normally I'm much more sensual than that. I will only start piledriving you after a long session of slower fucking, when I've fought back the desire to cum enough times that my balls sulk a bit and say "forget it, wake us up when we can ejaculate." But this time, with my plastic penis, I could ram into him like a machine from the get-go. He was pretty thrilled with this and did a bunch of "Yeah pound me!" and "Wreck my hole!" yadda yadda kind of talk. I was sweating like crazy and it was dripping into his face. I was clutching his tight body, pushing his legs back, leaning with all my weight on his shoulders, thrusting into him with all my weight behind my hips. I pulled out, ripped the condom out, and hopped back on him, pushing my bone into his mouth and fucking it into his throat. He liked it rough and I had gotten into the groove and was making him gag. He emitted a nonstop stream of muffled, thrilled hootings while I dug in his throat. I pulled my dick out long enough to make out with him, then laid back and let him get on all fours and suck me. "You've got a great dick," he said in between inhalations of my meat. He was getting me pretty close, so I asked him if he wanted me to cum down his throat or fuck him some more. I fully expected him to say he wanted the cum; we'd been at it for about a half an hour and most bottoms take the cum if given the choice. But he said, as if I'd asked a stupid question, "More fucking!" I put on another condom, and he got on his hands and knees, and I fucked him from behind. And flipped him over and stuck it in him again. His hole was eager to be penetrated, there was no fuss, with one motion I was in him up to my balls. His body took a serious pounding and this time he was hard as a rock, and stayed hard. I held his dick while I slammed into him; it was like a big banana, thick and long. I was drenched and the muscles in my inner thigh were starting to ache from the exertion. I pulled out, ripped off condom #2, and laid the full length of my body against his, with my dick sliding against his monster schlong. He held my back as I sucked his ear, gnawed on his bristly chin, looked into his eyes. It was too much, I had to cum. He had told me he wanted my cum on his face and in his mouth, so when the pressure rose, I heaved myself up, groaning with pleasure, and got my dick near his chin just as I started squirting. The first couple of jets hit the sheet, but with each shot I was easier able to aim for his face and his gaping mouth. It was all over his face, his hair, his lips. I came some on his chest. He was pretty thrilled. When I was done he got up on his knees, looking down at my sweaty body, with a kind of awe. "That was a seriously heavy load," he said. "Well, you got me really excited," I said. "You too, man, that was very hot!" He was jerking but didn't seem to want to get off. He was just looking at me, wiping the cum off his face and putting it in his mouth, and pulling at himself. He saw the jets on the sheets and bent over and licked them up like a dog. That's dedication! He said, "I want to see this in the mirror," and he padded over to the bathroom. "Come look!" he called to me, so I went over myself, panting and sweaty. He pointed out all the spooge, "Here and here and on my shoulder!" And he looked at me with big eyes. I nodded, amused; no one has ever behaved like this before. I took a shower and we had a long conversation about New York City, changes in the neighborhoods over the past decade, where we like to go, where we've lived, getting around. The city itself is easy topic for any two New Yorkers to hit on anywhere, any time. I had gotten dressed but he was still naked with that big tubesteak snaking down between his legs as he sat on the couch and chatted with me. He was from Dublin but has been here over ten years. He wasn't in a hurry for me to go and seemed to really want to talk. It was a really nice ending to an extremely athletic fuck. But time got away from me, and I had to eventually rush off sort of in the middle of a sentence when I realized I needed to meet my partner for dinner. The sunset was brilliant and the sky was perfectly clear, with cool crisp breezes blowing. I fucked the hell out of a nice looking guy and life is good. Even if I didn't get exactly what I'd wanted! More...