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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... This week, for work and to visit some friends, I'm in Washington, DC-- the semen ingesting capital of the world, I think. There are about 15 times more people, literally, in NYC, but there are about 10 times as many dudes *here* who are crazy to get their orifices crammed with cock and cum. BBRT is a sleepy hamlet always full of the same half-animated tweakers in NYC, but in DC it seems to be a bustling bazaar of horny flesh. So I'm hoping to make the most of it and fuck my load out wherever I can. Yesterday I had the opportunity, in the hour between finishing up work and needing to run up to Silver Spring to visit an old friend, to get my rocks off. One of the zillions of cum-vampires who hit me up as soon as I appeared here in town turned out to be about three blocks from the coffee shop I was working in. There was little negotiation required-- I told him I had about 45 minutes to load him up with hot thick cum, he said hell yes and told me where he was, I said I'd be there in five minutes, and within ten I had him pinned on the bed with my tongue down his throat. His pictures, I think, were fake. His body was pretty slender (actually a bit too slender for me, truth be told) and his face a little pretty in the pictures, but in person he was cubbish, and had much thicker features, much manlier. I preferred him in person-- he was extremely handsome, with swarthy skin, heavy stubble, dark eyebrows, thick meaty lips, very straight handsome nose, slightly middle eastern features, jet black hair. He was not perfectly built but he had that magic ingredient that made him extremely sexy; I'm getting a boner the next day just thinking about how it felt to suck on his lips, inhale his scent, have my face next to one so radiantly manly and handsome. I didn't mind the fake pix at all. More than anything I regretted that I only had a limited amount of time to bone him. I fucking love looking into a handsome face while I bury my bone up to the balls in a guy like that. I fuckin live for getting my dick in handsome dudes like this. We did a lot of kissing and he sucked my dick pretty nice, but I basically just wanted to get my dick in him before I could get overexcited and not last inside him. He was very passionate which heightened the excitement-- when I hovered over him with my dick pressed against his, he wrapped his limbs around my body hard, kissing me intensely, and saying, "Lay one me, give it all to me, put all your weight on me, give it all to me," and clutched at the hair on my back. I pushed my weight down on him and his whole body shuddered at the primal pleasure of having a top on him. Having a time limit always messes with my head a bit sexually, so while it was a turn-on to be so desperately wanted by a bottom like this, I was having trouble getting hard enough to enter him. So I disengaged, flipped him over, and stuck my face in his ass. It wasn't the best ass in the world but he had a beautiful set of balls hanging down there-- very big, very full firm scrotum, awesome wiry hairy all over them, just two sweet fruits to lick and suck. Running my beard up and down his gooch had him writhing with pleasure, real pleasure. He was a guy who really loved his own hole. I stuck my tongue in him, and my thumb, and he just wanted more and more. This definitely got my dick ramrod hard, so I brought it up to his face for him to suck on. Beautiful face, beautiful handsome man all full of my dick in his mouth. Beautiful. Too exciting, almost made me want to cum, so I pulled out of him, kissed his meaty mouth some more, and then flipped him on his back. He pulled his legs way back to expose his hole to me, and my dick was throbbing and oozing and ready, so I slicked it up and pressed. He was too tight. I managed to finally work my fat choad in but we needed more than spit. I asked for lube, somehow he found it on the bedside table with his legs still planted behind his ears, and I took the bottle, greased up my fuckstick, and put it back down there, and slid right in. All the way up to the hilt! "Fuck, that's nice, " I said. His hole was fucking amazing. So warm inside, so warm along my whole length. I fucked him slow, because as soon as I felt his body head I wanted to spooge in him. He just lay there with utter bliss spread across his face. I drilled him as hard as I could for as long as I could between rests, but I just couldn't hold back. Just looking at his brow, his stubble, the shape of his chin, all that inky black hair, made me a big bundle of ejaculatory need. I kept fighting it, but it kept welling up in me, so finally I just whined, "I gotta cum man, I gotta fuck the cum outta me, I gotta go," and he said "Go, go, cum in me," and I grabbed up his ass, held his hindquarters like a watermelon in both hands, and rammed my fuckstick him. His whole body bounced from the force of my thrusts and he just sighed and sighed and his whole face went slack with bottomy fulfillment, and all the cum squirted out of me and deep into him. I rammed him into the mattress; his feet were behind his head and were actually banging into the wall. This is all much less elegant and more animalistic than my fucks usually are, but again-- that face, that fucking face. As I came harder and harder my mouth hung open, slack with awe at the pleasure he was giving me, and everything went misty and red, and one of the last things I saw was a long, viscous rope of drool pouring over my bottom lip and threading its way down to his face. I couldn't even control it. His eyes were open, and he saw it… …and he just opened his mouth and it ran from my mouth into his and he swallowed my fucking moronic top drool while I was mindlessly ejaculating my huge salty load into his guts! I felt like I was just cumming all over again. What a beautiful boy. He took it all, happily. I finally slurped to make it stop and just let my dick keep squirting down below. This orgasm just made me laugh, and he did too, and it made my slimy dick pop right out of him. But he was reaching down to jack his cock and get off too, and I like it when a bottom is so hot he wants to cum also. So I kept humping my body against his, kissing him roughly, swabbing the inside of his mouth with my tongue. I pulled back to look at him, and with one hand found his asshole, open and gooey from my pleasure, and stuck my middle finger into him and pressed up against his gland. He winced with deep, deep pleasure and said, "Put your tongue in my mouth again, shove it in my mouth again like you did," and I felt my dick buzz between my legs while I did as he wished. Beautiful bottom boy, so full of easily fulfilled need. I gave him everything he needed and he sucked hard on my tongue like it was a new kind of dick, and I felt hot jets of cum, hot from the heat of his swarthy body, splatting all along my flank. He came forcefully and copiously. Normally squeamish about having dudes cum on me, I was happy to touch the nut-slime of such a handsome kid. What is it about a beautiful guy that makes his cum so desirable? I let him cum all over me. We laughed again, and kissed some more, and then he said, "Let me get you a towel." He came back with a hand towel, but I figured, I couldn't very well go up to Silver Spring slathered with this dude's scum. So I took a shower in his (admittedly rather filthy) bathroom, and quickly got myself together. I was leaving about 15 minutes late to meet my friend as it was. But I felt that radical elation that comes from finding a good looking dude, fucking him, ejaculating freely inside him, and I guess added to that, losing control of my own salivary glands and having him cheerfully gulp it down. We said our goodbyes, I went out into the beautiful afternoon and ran to catch my train. I will never get enough handsome men… never. Gimme more! More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here If you're one of those people who just assumes that any cute, short guy is naturally a bottom, you are so...wrong! I was among that group, and of course, since I myself am only 5-6, when I say 'short' I mean shorter than I. That would be really short. We're talking Joey Rodriguez territory here since that cute little Latin poz power bottom is said to be a whopping five feet tall, and I'll bet Joey's stretching it a tad. The little dude who strolled into my room at the Steamworks was not Joey, but he had a similarly wiry tight muscled bod and a bouncy step, and I thought oh here's another cute little bottom who's just another tease...he'll feel me up, caress my anxious butt lips with his hot little hands and...leave. I was so wrong! This shorty turned out to be a real rabbit fucker. When I top shorties, I prefer missionary style: it's the best way for a short-statured man to penetrate a cute little ass. You can spread those thighs wide apart, nibble his nips, engage in some deep tongue action, all while your dick is buried deep in his hole. You can look deep into his eyes as you plow away and kiss him deeply while you plant a load deep in his ass. Shorty on shorty makes for some really hot sex, especially if my bottom plants his feet on my face, since that does it for me...I'm shooting a poz load up that little bumhole. The shorty who fucked my ass at the Steamworks didn't want it missionary, however; he grabbed my ass and put it where he wanted it, doggystyle, and he knew how to fuck it...one foot on the floor and the other on the mattress, and with that dick (I'd say 'little dick' but only affectionately; he was pretty average) hit my fuckchute at a variety of angles, viciously, feverishly with constant, unrelenting thrusting. Rabbtfucking at its best. Oh yeah, shorty on shorty...the best. Better than a poor 6-0 bottom looking to get fucked...all those legs...poor fuckers, More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Okay, so there’s this guy that I’m sort of infatuated with. He’s completely emotionally unavailable, but sexually? He’s very available. This man is 6’3”, bearded, muscular, inked, and handsome. With a beautiful 7” cock that gets extremely thick at the root. He texted me on Thursday morning and asked if I was busy that evening. I said I wasn’t but would love to be. He clarified by saying, “You understand this text is because I want your hole.” I assured him I did. He arrived and we were immediately kissing. Then abruptly naked with my mouth on his cock. He fucked my mouth while playing with my nipples. He loves how I go cock crazy when my nipples are worked. He quickly tired of my mouth, though. “I want your hole,” he says, “Get on your back.” "Go a bit easy," I say. He just laughs. He positions his lubed cock at my hole, and then just pushes in. It hurts a little, but also feels fucking hot. He does me a favor by fucking a bit slower at first, pausing when he’s hilted out so I can relax around his girth. But once he senses I’m taking his thickness, he fucks me mercilessly and for his pleasure. It’s rough, but I take it. I grunt, groan, moan, and beg him to use my hole. I cry out at his thrusts with lots of “oh fuuuuck you’re thick!” And “god damns” and “aaaaah fuck.”. The first orgasm doesn’t take him long. I get off on watching his body tense up, his face take on a look of near pain as he gets close, and then finally thrusts into me to unload his balls. I can honestly feel the wet heat of his cum fill my ass. He’s a huge cummer. He stays buried in me so I can milk him for awhile. And then unceremoniously yanks out of my butt. Because he’s so thick at the base, when he leaves me his load leaks out of my gaping hole. My thighs, balls, and taint are wet with his seed. We lounge a bit, cuddle a little, and talk a lot. But before too long he declares his need to fuck me again. "Suck me. Get me hard so I can fuck that sweet ass again," he commands. Info as I’m told. After some sucking and dirty talking, his cock is up and rarin’ to go again. This time I’m told to get on my stomach. This is his favorite position for fucking— me face down, one leg sent long, one cocked to the side so he can fuck my hole sideways. He likes this position so that he can watch his cock slide in and out of my ass. He also can basically bludgeon my hole with his dick like this. Again he is rough, but my hole is open and taking him now. It still hurts a bit and I am even more vocal as I take my pounding. It’s awesome. Even more awesome is the cum sloppy wetness that is my ass now. He is churning butter and his cream is pouring out of my ass and down my balls. Then he suddenly stops fucking me… And does something glorious. He pulls out, and gently rubs his cock head up and down my crack and over my hole. Then he uses his head as a scoop and he collects his first load— then slowly shoves it back into me. I’m in pig heaven. He then starts fucking me in earnest again. I grunt, shout, call him names like “dirty fucker” while I beg for his cum. I plead and beseech him to shoot inside me. To fill me again. To mark me. To claim me with his DNA. He assures me I’ll get it. His hands move to my hands, his fingers intertwine with mine and his grip becomes firm. Angry. He’s holding me down forcibly and fucking me hard with his entire dick. And I have my ass tipped to take every thrust. He speeds up and I know my reward is close at hand. My vocals are loud now, and I don’t care. If my neighbors didn’t know what a dirty, fucking cumpig I was before— they do now. With a few last thrusts, he cries out and he’s fillings ass a second time. The wet heat envelops my insides and I feel so full. So damn full it’s uncomfortable. After I milk him dry, he pulls out— more gently this time. My hole is sore and wonderfully full of him. We then cleaned up and went to dinner together. We talked and laughed and had a great time. Just like two good buddies. Only one buddy was worried that He was leaving a wet spot on the booth upholstery. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Yesterday, after being electrified by my experience with the beautiful lanky German, I just knew I had to fuck. My sex was alive and needed more expression. If only I could fuck everyone I saw online that I was attracted to… just snap my fingers and get it. But things didn't seem to be working out too well for me. Guys who had hit me up in the past saying they wanted my load SO BAD but the timing didn't work out were suddenly completely mute when I offered it to them today. Guys who said they wanted me to come fuck it into them NOW suddenly went silent when I asked where they lived. My exuberant libido was diminished by this nonsense and I focused on work instead. And then out of nowhere I got hit up on BBRT by a "mixed" black dude-- he looked pretty latino in the face, with a very prominent brow ridge that looked extremely manly to me. He just said, "So hot." His screen name offered a 9 inch dick (yawn; it was big but looked maybe 7 and a half to me-- which is still a really big dick, but geesh), and he unlocked pictures showing a tight little body with that magical V shape that wakes up my gonads. My balls immediately sent out their oily hormonal signals through my blood into my brain, saying, "Go get that. Pin it. Nail it. We want to inseminate that NOW." Unlike half the drug addicts on that site, who hit you up then wander off for hours or days, he replied pretty quickly, but told me he was out of unlocks for the day. He showed enough to know I wanted to fuck him, and things moved quickly to texts on our cells. He said he'd just gotten home from work and needed to shower, and he was a slow train ride away from me in Bed Stuy, but he was here about an hour later, after getting lost in the next neighborhood up and wandering around in the muggy air a bit. I opened the door and my heart sank a bit. He looked much scrawnier and nerdier than the pix standing in my doorway, and he was dressed miserably, in a dorky jacket and very unflattering jeans. I invited him in anyway, feeling bad about his trek, and offered him some water. We chatted a bit about how he'd recently moved to Brooklyn from Manhattan while he drank. He was shy and sweet, and I figured, well, he has a great attitude so let's see how he sucks dick. I led him back to the bedroom, and… let's just say, don't judge a cocksucking raw bottom by his jacket and jeans. He kissed very nice but was soaking wet from being overdressed and walking too much. When I licked his neck, it was almost unbearably salty, but he shuddered from the sensation, so I kept it up. We kissed very languidly and sensually and despite my disappointment at having a wet, not-as-cute-as-picture nerd in my arms, I did feel my dick stir in my pants. Good sign. So I ordered him to his knees, shucked off my shorts, and whipped out my meat, and his face arranged itself into that mask of reverence that excellent cocksuckers get when faced wit ha dick to please, and he slowly moved in to taste me. Immediately I was hooked on him. His mouth felt amazing, and much like the German cocksucker, he managed to suck me with not enough pressure but at the same time as making me hard as a rock and desperate for more. I cradled his head, with its stubbly chiseled jaw, while he gave my dick the most exquisite pleasure. Soon I was at full mast and he pulled me out of his mouth and dipped down between my legs to suck down my hairy, dangling nuts, letting my meat snake its way across his cheek and brow. He looked like he was nestled happily in a world of genitals, and I pressed my thick dick to his face so he could really feel a cocksucker's joy at being implanted in another dude's sex. I must admit my meat, with it's fat oozing dickhead and bulging blue veins slicked up with his spit, looked beautiful to me too. I love being a top. For longer than I might otherwise, I stood there just admiring my hard straight fuckstick, white and glistening, sliding in and out of his suddenly very handsome black face. I suppose every dude is more handsome when he's servicing my meat. I pulsed my dick in his mouth with the muscles between my legs, making my dickhead fatten and harden on his tongue, and he would moan a genuine moan of pleasure, his head slowly shaking back and forth as if to say "No, it can't be this good, I can't stop." This was gonna be good. He could have made me cum just standing there, but I had to see what was under this misshapen clothes. So I pulled my dick out of him, moved over to the bed, and barked, "Take off your clothes." I pulled off my t-shirt, leaned back on the pillows, and watched him rather daintily undress. His arms were quite spindly, but when he pulled off his shirt, I saw that V shape that made my erection swell. He was not muscular in the least but he had a perfectly framed torso and an beautifully taut waist. He pulled off those hideous jeans and a pair of tight white briefs gleamed against his dark skin, giving me a sight of the ass which did not feel very impressive in my hands through his clothes but filled out those briefs mighty nicely… and in front, an obscene amount of fat meat swelled up his basket to the point of overflowng. He wavered there, looking at me, as if he needed my permission to take the briefs off, and I said, "Leave them on. I like to look at you in them." He smiled and seemed to grow an inch with confidence, and slowly crawled up between my legs, settling in between then, sucking in my meat, letting his body relax into the mattress, and sucked away more. In this position, his little body looked beautiful. The tiny waist and the big swelling buttocks below the wide tapering torso made my head spin. Eventually I pulled the briefs off, and released his huge fat black uncut monster. It wasn't completely hard, but I put him on his back and arranged it just so and laid my own fat meat beside it, shorter and whiter but giving it a run for its money in thickness. His thighs were ample and beautifully swollen with muscles that had been completely hidden by his baggy pants, and his calves and ankles were thick and manly. I held them, stroked them, admired them, and then lay on top of him and he wrapped his body around mine and we moved together. I chewed his nips and felt his dick stir. I felt like I could cum any second. I held his buttock up to me and slipped a finger down near the hole… …and almost jumped. He had amazing muscle control. I had slightly slicked up my finger to see how easy he was to poke, and as soon as I got to that sensitive skin at the opening, and probed ever so slightly, his asshole woke up like a sea anemone tickled by a clown fish, and somehow SUCKED MY FINGER RIGHT IN. And then let it out again. I probed more, and this hungry, magic asshole reverse-fucked my finger right into it. My dick almost popped right off my body. I roughly flipped him over, put my head down there-- he was so clean he almost smelled like strawberries-- and slowly dipped my tongue in. Again! He sucked my tongue into his hole! This was like some new, almost dangerous sex organ. I moved away from the vacuum of his hungry hole and licked his balls, his gooch, the skin between hairy dick root and thigh, that tendon that bottoms love licked, and he moaned and breathed very hard. He slowly hiked his ass into my face and I kept eating, holding his thighs and calves and feet, and every time I went back to that hole, the invitation was physical an plain. It just said, fuck the fuck out of me. So I did. I hiked his hips up and he assumed doggy position, and I positioned my dickhead at the target, barely pushed even a hair, and that fucking insane asshole did its thing. With no help from me, no bucking hip, and really not even enough spit to ease the way, I felt a force pull my bone into his guts, a genuine sexual tractor beam. This sight and sensation was so new it made my dick harden to quartz inside him, and I mounted up higher and fucked my bone into his prostate with firm thrusts. His whole body liquefied under me and he just kept saying, "Yeah… yeah." It was so good I had to fuck very slowly, when I wanted to pound him into the mattress. I could feel his gland inside, every time my dickhead bumped into it. We were in heaven. I pressed myself to him, reached around, held that fat but now much thicker and harder tubesteak, pulled at his rough pubes, cradled his narrow hipbones, and dug into him over and over, willing myself against cumming. I slowed even more, pulled away a bit, gave him long deep strokes of my dick, admiring the while flesh appearing and disappearing from that fantastic asshole, every inch every inch every inch. Suddenly things stopped smelling like strawberries. The room was rather dim, with just a desk lamp on to the side. I didn't *see* anything, but as I fucked him, the sign that we should stop and clean up grew more and more urgent. Finally I pulled out slowly, saw the culprit, and touched his sweet ass gingerly, and softly said, "Stay right there, hold on a minute." He looked over his shoulder like a dog who peed on the couch. I ran my dick through a wad of paper towels, then ran to the kitchen sink-- we still don't have a single fully functioning bathroom in here with these stupid never ending renovations-- and put copious amounts of Mrs Meyer's Cleaning Day on my wang, lathered myself luxuriantly, and kept washing till it was sparkling and new (and newly lavender-scented). Despite this setback, the gentle scrubbing I gave my meat was a moment for quiet admiration of my beautiful tool. The soapy stroking was a new sensation and the warm water made it lengthen and sigh. I hoped the guy wouldn't freak out and want to leave. These things can be fixed. I needed to put this lovely dong back inside him. I needed to let my nuts gush inside him. I called to him to take a shower, and when I was done with my dick I brought him a clean towel. He took a good while getting himself fixed up, while I got back in bed, opened my legs, put my hands behind my head, and waited for him to finish. He crept up the hallway and peeked at me through the door, very shy, with his hands around his dick like he didn't want me to see what I had just been rubbing up against and tugging on. "Do you want to finish, or are you too freaked out?" I asked nonchalantly, nodding towards my half-shriveled but still eager penis. He hung back, saying, "Well, it's up to you." "I'm sitting here ready," I said, hiking my hips up a bit, flexing my dick for him. "If you're cool, come get me hard again." He tiptoed in, gingerly picked his way on all fours over my body to kiss me, and suck on my chest and nuzzle in the hair there, but seemed very wary about sucking me again. But I made no movement except to open my thighs a bit more. He slowly moved his face down my hairy body to my bush, inhaled a bit, seemed satisfied with my new Mrs Meyer's Cleaning Day scent, and sucked my soft dick into his lips. Relieved, he sucked and sucked more, and I admired that thin sweet body, and he slowly got me back to fucking hardness. I flipped him on his back, gathered up two armfuls of thigh, slicked up my dick, and slid it back where it belonged. His feet twirled with happiness at being run through by another dude's fuckstick again, and this time, in case we had another mishap, I just rammed it home. I pushed his legs back with my arms, gripped his sweet tight torso on either side, pushed in him deep, chewed on his nips a bit (which drove him into orbit), then steadied myself on my extended arms and drilled myself into him, deep, hard, rhythmically, relentlessly. Everything in me wanted to slow down and savor it, but it was time to knock him up. Time to give him what he came for. Time to do my ultimate job as a top. Time to unload. And there it was. I felt the orgasm rise, and I pushed in him deep and quit moving, to feel myself spurt against the walls of his ass, to let him feel the muscular throbbing of the dick he was submitting to. "Ooooooooh fuuuuuuck, papiiiiiiiiii," he said, when he felt me cumming inside him. His head rolled back and his mouth slacked open, and I saw that his bright white incisors were badly misaligned from that angle. Strange thing to register while you are ejaculating inside someone, but it was somehow appealing to me, like I saw something secret, and my hips began pounding against his ass again, to get the most out of the ebbing orgasm. I fucked all through the last pulses, and kept ramming him until I felt a small second orgasm uncoil from the base of my spine, and a few more feeble spurts of my reproductive fluid worked their way out of my body and into his. And I was done. We both came to and looked at each other and smiled, and I pulsed my dick inside him as a little hello. He responded with a suck of that magic asshole. "That was good," I said, and I moved slightly to pull out my dick. But something inside was holding on to the ridge of my dickhead. "But I think I'm stuck here." He smiled and looked in my eyes with a happy, open expression, and I began to pull back harder, feeling my dick stretch because I was still so tightly lodged inside him. This felt perverted and animalistic. And then I popped out and my wet slimy dick waggled between my legs, jostling my balls. I hopped up and ran to the sink again, but everything was squeaky clean now. Good fuck! God, it's good to fuck. We chatted a good bit as we got dressed about the differences between Manhattan and Brooklyn. He'd been living on the upper west side, but said, "If I'd known how all the action had moved to Brooklyn, I would never have even bothered moving to Manhattan." I don't think of Bed Stuy as a hot bed of any kind of action I can think of, so I think that says more about the Upper West Side than Brooklyn. I liked his demeanor so much, so quiet and shy but friendly. Men can give each other so much pleasure. It can be so good. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here The plan was for a 3-way. Two tops who had previously had their way with me had hooked-up via an on-line app and decided they wanted to tag-team someone. Somehow I came up. The other not knowing I had "slept" with the other. At least until then. Of course, I agreed and moved scheduled items around to accommodate this arrangement. Both had been good fucks in the past. But you know how it goes with the best laid plans. An hour prior to hook-up, the lead guy cancelled. Something about picking up his BF at their airport, as he was coming in from the west coast. I did the tally, that meant he was taking the red-eye, which means he had to have known this the prior day. I was thinking it was all a big fake thing. I saw guy #2 on line later and said, even though guy #1 had to cancel didn't mean we couldn't still do a hook-up. But he said he would have cancelled had the other guy not. FUCK. I told both, if you want to do this, fine, but just tell me. I won't initiate. Guy #1 did contact me a few days later. He apologized and invited me over to fuck 1-on-1. No guy #2. Normally I'd hem and haw a little but I was horny as fuck. So I prepped and headed out. "Rick" was exactly how I remembered him from our last fuck a half year ago. His hands on my shoulders, I was directed down to my knees. He was commando under those nylon shorts, but I went to gnaw on them anyway and get them spit covered. He was semi-stiff when I started, he was rock hard when I hooked my fingers into the elastic and pulled down. And then I went down. ....and then up....and then down....and then up. Repeat for 10 minutes in various positions. "Stand up". But I didn't hear him. I had to ask him to repeat what he had just said. "Stand up". There was no formality to what was about to happen. I was bent over the couch and with my spit as lube, he inserted the head of his cock and about 2 of his 7.5 inches. Rick has a good thickness too, so he wasn't really wet enough to easily slide in. Yes, we could have done it - and I have in the past, though not with him. But he reached for lube, squirted some on his still impaled shaft and continued his journey. I forgot how quiet he is. While he's all about the dirty talk on-line, he says nothing in person. No sounds. But he is good with his cock - which is the only language either of us needed. He did a nice job of not only pulling all the way back, but all the way out and then sinking it all the way back in. Several times. The cock felt good. But then, I love cock up my ass. I guess I can see why guys struggle with taking it, but there is a feeling I get with it that I just fucking love. Some of it is physical, some mental, some maybe even emotional. But you know tops. They love the feeling of a warm hole wrapped around their shaft, and I gave Rick this. I even made sure to use those muscle to make him feel even better. I am not just a lazy bottom in these situations. Too soon (isn't it always) it was to be over. Not that I knew it exactly No sounds. No words. No shallow breath. But at one point he just buried and held it. I couldn't feel warmth but felt throbs. Several of them. At some point he let out a sigh, but that was no longer to signal his impending orgasm. It was just the feeling of his own satisfaction of his sac emptying its fluids into a willing hole. I pulled up my pants, slipped on my shoes and showed myself out. Along with the 'promise' of doing the tag-team. We'll see about that. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Yesterday had all the makings of a sexually frustrating disaster. The weather was beautiful, sunny, breezy, and it just made me want to mount a meaty little dude and run him through with my hard bone and ejaculate deep inside him. All that remained was to find the dude! I was getting a fair amount of attention but much of it was of the "I really want you to fuck me tomorrow"variety that never pans out-- who are these guys who get horny, log on to a hookup site, decide they are too busy, and then never sign on again? In any event, towards the end of the day, I was suddenly hit up by two guys at once-- one, a muscular but rather kinky and messy-sounded muscle dude in SoHo on BBRTS, and the other, a very cute little 22 year old on Scruff. The 22 year old was only a few blocks away working, but would be done "soon", and always asks if I have poppers or pot and then turns me down because I never do. This time he claimed he would be OK sucking my dick and drinking my cum without enahancements, but I hate to set up a meeting with the other guy already disappointed about something. The muscle dude was obviously a subway trip away but very hot to trot, and clearly wanted to be seeded. So I foolishly chose him, telling the kid something came up. When I got out of the subway, I had a voicemail and a ton of texts, asking what he wanted me to wear etc-- but this kind of behavior says one thing to me, and that thing is, "I am high as a kite and out of my mind." And when he finally buzzed me up to his palatial, extremely expensive-looking floor-through apartment-- the elevator opened right into the living room-- I saw that my suspicious were correct. Not only was he so high he could barely stand straight, he was much older and chunkier than the pictures, and the drugs were in the process of melting his face off. He lumbered over to me and leered at me, fingering the end of very big-looking dick in his boxer briefs, but I said, "This isn't going to work, sorry. I think I ought to go." He acted amazed, and as we waited for the elevator to come back, he kept standing there, staring at me, imploring me to tell him what the deal was. I gave him bland assurances that it wasn't a big deal, it happens to me too, blabla, but wished desperately that I could just get out of there without waiting for the elevator. Finally it came, and I went back home, cursing myself for not just going with the very cute little kid, who will probably never hit me up again. When I got off the train, there were more texts, voicemails, and BBRTS messages from the drugged out nut, saying it must have been that he was wearing a hat in his pictures, and that he shaved recently, but that it was really him, and that I should have stayed to see him naked, yadda yadda. Egad! I told him to give it up and that I wasn't interested, and he said, "Too bad. You actually were hotter in person. Not as fat. Too bad about the attitude." Eesh, the things I get myself into. My cum resigned itself to spending another night in my balls, and I went home and started dinner for my partner. We had a nice time eating and talking, and he left to meet a friend for drinks. I texted the kid back, asking if maybe he wanted me to come by. Predictably, he didn't reply, but just then I got woofed on Scruff by the extremely handsome German cocksucker who lives on the other end of my neighborhood. Me being me, I really wanted to cruise a bit for fresh ass. Hoping the kid might reply, I told him I might have plans but would let him know within a half hour. He kept up a stream of messages to me: "Cancel the other thing and come over! Want to make you feel good!!" and "I want your cock, man!!" and "I need that load!!" Well, that worked it's magic. I could do worse after a day like today than having my manhood sucked by an extremely handsome dude who is crazy about my dick and wants to have my cum inside him, even if it's just in the belly. So I gave up on the kid, who I never did hear from, and went down to get with the German guy. And after every experience with him, I wonder why I don't put my dick in him all the fuckin time. He always prefers to host because he always wants to smoke first-- he rolls his own mixture of half pot, half tobacco, and sits in the window overlooking a street full of ultraorthadox Jews dressed in their 19th century garb. He's extremely friendly and happy to see me every time. His long lanky body is always a surprise to me-- not my usual type, but so beautifully shaped, and so lovingly clung to by his tank tops and nylon shorts, that it's irresistible. He smoked with his european elegance and lifted his beautiful head at just that angle on his regal neck, to blow the smoke out the window, and I slipped up close to him, so that his knees were touching my thighs, and reached down under his legs to feel his firm, sweet ass and his beautiful schlong through the nylon. He in turn stroked my meat through my shorts. We kissed very lightly, cupping each other's dick, and then I stroked my beard along his neck and put my face close to his, feeling extremely light and happy. When he took the next drag, I pulled his face to mine, and said, "breathe into my mouth." He shook a little, and closed his eyes, and turned to me with lips parted slackly, and I covered them with my own, sealing us together, and as he exhaled the smoke, I inhaled it, and it felt like it went straight into my balls. A thrill of sexual and chemical pleasure danced up my spine and after a few seconds I pulled my face away from his slightly, and very slowly let out the smoke between us. He was quite and still with his eyes closed, face lit up by a distant street light, and then he opened them languidly and focused on me and said quietly, "Fuck!" And he took as many more drags as the joint had left, breathing into me each time, and this slow process of breathing in his breath and feeling the heat of his skin against mine had my dick completely engorged with blood and throbbing, hard as it ever gets, achingly hard, in a matter of a minute. There is something wicked about this guy, the control he has over my sex. On paper he's not my type at all-- too tall, too thin, too smooth, uncut-- but no one makes me feel like he does. With the cigarette spent, he flicked it somewhere and slid down to the kitchen floor, long legs bent and knees spanning the narrow space between the fridge and the opposite cabinets, and he unzipped and slid down my shorts in one fluid movement and, pulling his own obviously oozing uncut meat out through the leg of his own shorts, he sucked my meat into his beautiful mouth slowly. He actually doesn't suck hard enough for me, and he clearly just loves the simple sensation of feeling my fat dickhead, with its textured skin and ridges and lobes and oozing hole, resting gently on his beautifully slippery tongue. Half of me wanted to amp it up, feel as good as possible, induce him to suck me hard, and tongue that hot spot that is the center of my sex. But I just let him do his thing, cradling his chin in my hands while his slack face registered a cocksucker's ecstasy. He is extremely, extremely handsome, and the sight of my homely, fat red choad in proximity to this otherworldly symmetry is surreal and exciting. I just slowly slid my dick back and forth across his tongue with little movements of my hips, and let my hands slip down into his shirt to finger his tiny nipples, which made his shoulders roll with pleasure. All the while he just kept his mouth on my dick and moaned and sighed. We moved to the bedroom and got completely naked and the looks of his tight, elegantly muscled body was too much to handle. He wanted more dick but I pushed him on his back, clambered on him with my own shaggy, decidedly un-elegant body, and lowered myself to him, like I was desecrating some kind of artwork, and let my dick-- slippery and viscous with his spit-- slide up against his long soft meat, hooded at the top but slimy with precum. He wrapped himself around me tight, and we kissed, and we moved against each other, and we began to sweat in the apartment's rather stifled air, and took turns moaning about how fucking good it felt. There is the sexual act and then there is being transported by the sexual act into another physical state, far above regular life. I just don't know what this guy has, but whatever it is turns me into an animal. Not a rampaging animal, but an animal that can barely think, driven by instincts it can't resist, fully a creature of the world, of smells and colors and sensations. Everything I touched on his body hummed with life. Every kiss, gentle or rough, tongue or lips, made me feel, deep in the center of me, like pure sex. When the pleasure was too much I pulled his ass to me, ground my dick into his, and pounded him into the mattress, and he held on to me tight and dug his face into my neck and moaned with so much pleasure I thought he would start crying. And more sucking and tonguing his ass and kissing and close body contact and fucking his face, wishing it was his raw ass, a taboo I'm afraid to break with him, to even mention lest it break the spell we have. I only wish for it. We would fuck so GOOD. He flipped on his back and opened his mouth wide and looked so hungry for my dick I lowered it down into him, and he sucked greedily, and then I fucked his face, and then turned to suck his nips while I fucked, and then, I think for the first time, went down to taste his dick. It was completely sticky with precum, which tasted almost obscenely salty and acrid. But I sucked his dick anyway, and he sucked mine; when I took his all the way down, he took mine all the way down, and I was reminded that this 69 position is the best expression of what two men can do to each other sexually. But when it was time to cum-- "I want that load, man!"-- I just lay back, limbs spread across his pillows and mattress, and he eagerly slid up between my thighs, lying on his side, stroking his long dick with one hand and holding my thigh with the other, suckling at my bone like a starving man. His whole body was on display for me, that impossibly tight stomach, classically perfect pecs, beautiful swollen thighs, soft bush of pubic hair, precisely perfect mathematical proportions among all his parts. He again was not sucking me hard enough, but I let the beauty of his body do some of the work too. Just running my hands over his chest made my dick thicken and harden. Just touching his knee with one hand and his muscular shoulder with the other-- encompassing his whole long body in my armspan-- began to put me over the edge. "I'm so close, man, don't stop, just let me feel it here on the edge for a bit, then I'll cum in you, just keep sucking," and he did, and he looked unbelievably perfect to me, and his devotion to my dick was so obviously complete, that everything that was tense in my body went slack and my nuts unleashed their cum. He kept sucking at me with that slight, gentle suction, meeting each pulse of my bone with a lick of his tongue, and I fired and fired all my pleasure into him. He gulped it all down greedily. I never wanted to stop cumming. I feel like I shot twelve times but I could have shot twenty more if I had my way. But my nuts exhausted themselves and my dick began to soften in his mouth. He quit sucking then, but kept me on his tongue with the taste of my orgasm filling his mouth, and his eyebrows knit themselves into a determined shape, and he fisted that long dick harder, and I saw the muscles in his torso tense and draw his body together into a crescent shape, with his bush at the center of it, and then long hot streaks shot out of his own dick, all over his body and my hairy forearm. His body heat was so great that it almost stung when it landed. And he fell back on the bed laughing, letting the cum slide off his body onto the sheets, while I held my dick and stroked the last bit of pleasure out of it till my hormones died down a bit. His laugh was pure delight, and he looked at me, and said, "I love your cum." Then more intently looking, he said, "We definitely, definitely, definitely have good chemistry." I laughed too and agreed. Then he looked away, and said, "I guess it's a little late for this, but you're still negative, right?" I grabbed his body and pulled him close to me and laughed and told him I had just been checked for everything several weeks before, and that I'd tell him if anything ever changed. He laughed some more and relaxed into my arms and we marveled a bit more about how we can have so much fun together like this. He asked how long I could stick around, and I said I was in no rush, so he got up for some water and we talked, for maybe an hour, about Germany, the US, vacations we'd just taken, cities, music, all sorts of things. It was very relaxed and pleasant. But inside myself I began to feel a familiar weird tension. A desire to know him better, have more of him, cum in him over and over, get closer in a way that isn't practical for either of us (he has a boyfriend too). And a weird opposite push to get out, to resist his next request to suck my dick, to move on, to find more guys. Over the whole thing, the fear that if we do get together again it won't be as good, that somehow it will slip away, and for that reason, I should write him off completely. We meet up maybe a couple of times a year, so this is all a little over dramatic. But in those moments after such an intense shared pleasure with such a beautiful creature, my thoughts are not clear, my prejudices and insecurities are just as close to the surface as my satiety, satisfaction, and lingering lust. As the conversation petered out, I considered a graceful exit, but then he commented on my watch, and I had to tell a long story only tangentially related to the watch, and we drank more water and talked more, and then I think I had really overstayed my welcome. I wanted more and I wanted to never see him again, to preserve everything in memory instead of risking a bad hookup with him. This is definitely uncharted territory for me. That guy could probably get half the dudes in NYC but he keeps coming after me. If he knew about my proclivities he'd probably recoil in horror. Who knows. But FUCK. I read over this and I think, no one will ever be able to understand what I feel when my body is against his, when my dick is in his mouth, when I'm giving him my cum, holding his face in my hands. I can't tell you; it has to live inside myself, in the coursing of my blood, in my memory. And then, after a time, it's not even there. It's in the background of my cells, it's coiled deep in the dark between my legs, I forget about him completely for a time. And then he comes back, and like a seed in the desert, springs into full flower in a day when it rains. My words don't capture it, my memory doesn't capture it, but my body knows his and rejoices, every time. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Yesterday I squirted everything my nuts had to dive down the eager throat of a short, meaty cocksucker. It had been a sweaty hour of wrestling against his body and intently trying to sweet-talk my way into his body with my raw, oozing dick. He'd said at the outset, when we were talking online, that he didn't want to be fucked raw, but "it's definitely better." Often that's a sign of a weak resolution, but in the end, before sealing the deal, he made it clear no raw. "I don't want you to be disappointed, but I can't." I told him as long as he gave good head and liked having his ass eaten, I wouldn't be disappointed. He even had sensitive nips for me to enjoy. So I trotted up there to see what I could get in him. In the end, just a load in the belly-- but I never get tired of inseminating other dudes however I can. I never get tired of seeing a body like that, luxuriantly curved with muscle, each round edge gleaming sharply in the dim light from the window, all spread out in front of me, working carefully for my pleasure from his perch between my spread thighs, rock-hard dick in his warm wet mouth. Never get tired of it. At first I almost wanted to leave without even starting. He opened the door looking much nerdier than I expected, in rather unflattering oval wire-framed glasses and dumpy clothes. His apartment was a dizzying rabbit's warren of rooms stuffed with antique furniture, carved wooden screens, bear skin rugs with heads on, rooms full of "weird plants from Yemen" with grow lights blasting over them. His kissing style was weird pecks and bites and fishlike mouth shapes. I did like the firm muscular thickness of his body, and he seemed to have a serious badonk back there. But when he led me to the bedroom, he had a precious bed covered with puffy comforters and impossibly fluffy pillows, and it was way up in the air, like something a duchess would need two ladies in waiting to help her into each night with the added aid of a short step stool. All this was pretty boner-killing. But I figured, let's see what he's got to work with in his pants. And he had something great to work with. First, he had to remove his "chastity device". He told me he liked to lock himself up-- there was a real key and everything for it that he had to fish out of a dresser drawer-- so he wouldn't be tempted to ever jerk off. He only wanted to cum when he was having sex, preferably without even touching himself. "Do you ever cum just from getting fucked?" I asked, and he said, "Almost every time. It's why I do this." And he pulled the contraption off himself, like he was releasing taffy from some extremely badly designed plastic packaging, while I endlessly looped in my head the image of fucking the cum out of his body with my dick, and then fucking my own cum back into it. I got him face down and dove into his ass and soon was mounted on top of him, one hand holding a beefy round buttock and probing his asshole with a finger, the other cradling the back of his buzzed head so I could run my tongue halfway down his throat. And I kept a stream of urgent whispers up in his ear, telling him how much I wish I could just stick my dick in his ass. I felt him slowly relenting, his resistance slowly melting, but then he pulled himself back from the brink, saying finally, "Second date! You can cum in me on the second date." But who knows if that's true. And then I was on my back, admiring his manly shape and his much handsomer face, without the glasses, sucking my dick like a calf sucking an udder. Beautiful round buttocks, round meaty shoulders, round thick triceps, buzzed skull, all arrayed out for my visual delectation, while he sucked my bone so expertly that it felt like it would just fucking pop off my body. And then I was ejaculating down his throat, and he just beautifully tapped that hot spot on my dickhead while each pulse delivered salty nectar into his gullet. I came hard, for a long time. Beautiful. Afterward he put the contraption back on while I washed the slime off my hands in his bathroom. We went into one of the wacky sitting rooms and talked a bit about his neighborhood, how NYC has changed, this and that. He was friendly for a good while, then seemed to harden a bit-- who knows why-- and made it clear it was time for me to go. So I packed up and went, leaving him with a belly full of my reproductive fluid. Who knows if I'll go back. But man, I'd love to feel his orgasm pulsing all around my raw dick… it would instantly make me lose my own load inside him, and we'd both be cumming together. Maybe I'll be back. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here It's been more than a year since I've seen him. I'd heard from him of course, but either our schedules didn't mesh or I wasn't in the mood for him. He's not horrible, this married man, but he's not stellar. But "Rick" messaged me via A4A while Married Man #1 was stealthing my hole. Besides my libido being awakened, I was prepped and ready for Married Man #2. Mind you - Rick never said he wanted to fuck. The majority of our get togethers had been oral. But the last two had not been and that seemed his interest those two times. I was hopeful of course. I am sure I would have given good head, but my mind wasn't in that space at the moment. Rick wanted to meet in 90 minutes, which I could have done, but I said, 'how about 30' and he said, 'I'm on my way'. First off, the man grew a beard, which looked good on him. He's very average looking, and while it shouldn't matter, it was nice that the fur made him stand out more. He's also is seemingly very straight-laced. But clearly he is not, as he lets me blow him and then the ends up fucking me. But even the last 2-3 times, there has been this undercurrent of unseemly behavior. Not in a bad way, just in a way that seems to harbor his darker desires, or his truer self. Ones he probably has never let actually come to the surface. They peek through when he's with me. Admittedly, he had not come in over two weeks. And he told me ahead of time he wanted a repeat of the fuck, not just a blowjob. He was being up front and I liked that. He arrived on time and we got down to it. He likes to fully strip, which is not a requirement for me. This is a quick sex act - and then they leave. Essentials need be exposed. That's it. I did suck him for a few, but that's it. He said "stand up". I did and without hesitation, he turned me around and pushed my shoulders down, so I was bent over for him. No way did I suck him enough to lube him up, so I tossed him some actual bottled lube. Even though I had just been fucked a while earlier, that was a nothing fuck for me. Rick had a more formidable cock than Dr. Honeydew. As he nudged his cock against my ass, you could get the sense of where Rick's head finally got to: "oh man, that is an eager hole, just wanting my fucking cock." He's never been so verbal, but not like he screamed it - it was just a statement. He pushed in and did take him with little problem. If he noticed I had been "violated" a little earlier he said nothing. I don't think he would be the kind of guy to take notice of that anyways. Like the previous fuck, it wouldn't last long. Though this time I figured that out when he told me how long it had been since he had ejaculated. The few minutes he fucked me he did it well. Steady pumps - that completely withdrew and then completely bottomed out. His announcement of ejaculation came way too soon and all of the sudden he was volleying ribbons of scum up my ass. Ok, I don't know they were ribbons, but it was a big load. Rick was good about keeping it in and not withdrawing too quickly. He let himself naturally get soft and let nature take its course of the slow slip-out. You know the feeling, regardless of which end you're on. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth, cleaning him off, tasting him, tasting the last guy, and tasting me. He said we'd do it again soon, but he said that over a year ago. It'd be nice, but I won't hold my breath. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight I drilled deep into the slick, warm, accommodating body of an awesome body who looked a lot like s more masculine Anthony Edwards from ER, leaving him loaded up with what felt like a pint of milk shot in as deep as a load can be shot in into a dude without it coming out his nose. And it felt GOOD. I've been getting a lot of head lately, and have been so busy with work-- and the hookup sites have been so drab and underpopulated-- that I despaired of having this kind of intense, long, connected, sweaty fuck ever again. But there he was on BBRT, of all places, with his handsome face and big hairy body, asking if I would come fuck him right. We couldn't get together till after work, and he was up in midtown, but my partner was going to be late himself, so the stars aligned and I ran up there and I got off… I got off fucking HARD. I admit I get a little lost in sex when it feels right. The dude opened the door and he looked pretty good; he's a tad older than me and had the kind of body that clearly had lost a lot of weight quickly at some point; he had a good bit of that loose flesh in spots. But his face was very handsome to me, especially his eyebrows-- and I have a bit of a fetish for good eyebrows-- and the scruff on his chin. From the first kiss, I pulled back and said out loud, "Oh, yeah, this is going to be good." He opened his eyes and focused on me and smiled, a very open smile with a hint of surprise, and then closed them again and leaned back in for more kissing, grabbing my back and pulling me close to him. As if I had given him permission to really enjoy me, by saying I knew I would really enjoy him. Simple things like this, I think, make the difference between a lackluster fuck with the perfectly built guy, and the kind of fuck that makes you feel like your spine is spurting out your urethra along with your reproductive fluid when you cum. I gave him permission to open up, to feel everything he wanted to feel, to let himself go with me and feel that this sex was going to be different. We were going to connect with our bodies, I said, and he wanted to, had been wanting to, wanted to meet a stranger who would let him inside not just his body but something deeper in his soul. The energy in the room instantly kicked up a notch, and the heat between us enveloped the lump of genitals lying in my shorts, making them tingle and stir and swell, to get ready for their part. I let my fingers graze over his chest, and felt huge, fleshy nipples under his shirt. We were kissing intently and he was grabbing at my waist and thighs but as soon as he felt my hand on his nips, his head rolled to the side and his mouth went slack and he said, "Aaaaaaaaah and they like to be worked HARD." I cocked my head to the side and looked into his face, and gripped his left nipple with my thumb and forefinger, and squeezed its insanely ample thickness, first gently, but with a gradually increasing pressure to test where the thresholds were. As the pinch and twist grew tighter and I pulled the nipple further and further out from his body, I hit that point, when his body slackened and his neck rolled and he had to vocalize what I was doing to him. My dick really jumped then, and I quickly bent down to suck this big fleshy nub into my mouth, swirl my tongue around it a few times, then place it between my molars, find the right little ridge between the rough tip and the wide aureole, and slowly clamp down. Again I hit that threshold, and he was putty in my hands, or at least, my teeth. Another eloquent sigh came from between his lips, and he said, "OK you know what you're doing." And I said, around a mouthful of nipple, "This makes me so hot. I love these fuckin nips." And I did. All this was making my dick hard in my shorts. I stood up and shucked them and he made motions to move over to the bed, but I pulled him back firmly, and said, "Get on your knees first." He quickly did, looking up at me with those brown eyes, those expressive brows, looking at my pulsing meat and fuzzy nuts and hairy belly and bearded face. "Start slow," I said gruffly, and he nodded, moving towards me with an exaggerated slow pace, keeping an unblinking gaze fixed on my eyes, moving closer to my fleshy dickhead, and only when he was close enough to extend his tongue to just touch the hole in my cock did he close his eyes. He licked me very lightly, making my erection bounce, and then very lightly let my length run over his tongue and enter the warmth of his mouth. Very light, but maintaining perfect contact between tongue and all the best nerves in my fucking rod. "Beautiful," I said, voice full of genuine emotion. "Treat my dick right. Make my nuts churn out that cum, make me feel good and I will give you so much fucking cum." He closed his eyes, sucked me in more firmly, took in all my inches, and expertly tongued me to full throbbing hardness. I was instantly lost, lost in his handsome face, his hairy body, the warmth of his skin, and the promise even more pleasure once I'd mounted and penetrated him. But first, the cocksucking. We moved to the bed and I opened my legs and he began at my feet, stroking his face against them and running his big, meaty hands up my calves and thighs. "Kiss my feet," I decided to say, although I'm not all that into my feet. But something about how he was caressing them made me want him to start his pleasuring of me at that point. And he kissed my instep, the balls of my feet, my heel, and I felt him lick around my toes and up to my ankle. And it made my dick hard as a rock to have a cocksucker kiss my fucking feet. Who knew. And he worked his way up my legs to my aching dickhead and he sucked me down and made the cum boil in my balls. He positioned himself so his firm fleshy nips grazed the soles of my feet. Another strangely arresting pleasure. He tongued my dick's hot spit while he grazed my feet with his nips and I felt like every nerve in my body was suddenly connected to my erection. The whole while he watched me with those eyes, those brows. And I stared back at him, openly showing my pleasure, and the better I felt, the more he sucked, the more he wanted me to feel. Eating his ass I felt his hole envelop my tongue. I licked his balls and I felt him pushing them into my mouth, hard, so I sucked first one and then both into my mouth, firm hairy nuts, and with my mouth closed around the scrotum I licked up between the testicles, along that hairless seam that separates them, and his upper body melted into the mattress and he collapsed into a wave of sighs. I sucked them a bit longer-- there is a great pleasure in having a man's nuts at your command like that, I love it-- and then worked my way back to that blossoming hole. It felt so slick and open, I just had to see what it was like for my dick. So I stood up and put my dick against it and with the slightest pressure of my hips it sank in, all the way to the root. He was perfectly slick, perfectly smooth, perfectly accepting of my meat. It was like a hand slipping into an expensive glove. Amazed, I rocked my hips back and forth and felt the glide of skin on perfectly lubricated skin. He turned his head to look at me-- those eyes, those brows-- and I stared at him with stupid wonder on my face. "Feel that!" I said. "Fits perfectly, feel it just slide in and out!" He nodded and a faint smile appeared on his lips, and then his face hardened again into the features of a man getting fucked just how he wants to be. And for the next half hour or so, my faculties left me. I was just left with that stupid amazement. Dick in hole. Sliding in and out. Warmth and slight friction. Sinking in till bones bump against flesh. Push hard to bottom out against his gland-- he wants to feel you touching there, touching with your dick inside. Push hard, let him feel it, then slide back out, and over and over. I took everything I could from that position, grasping his big meaty thighs in my hands, holding his torso, cradling his head and battering against his prostate, sucking his lips. And then flipped him on his back and held his beg legs in my hands-- he was wearing tight red knee socks that made his big legs even sexier to hold-- and I sank back into him, effortless fucking. First holding his feet, then pushing his knees wide and pounding him like tenderizing a steak, then all my weight on his shoulders. He hiked his legs way back so my whole body could touch his whole body while I drilled my fuckstick into his guts. All the while staring into his eyes, showing him my pleasure, showing him my desire. We fucked the hell out of each other. And after half an hour of sweating all over him, I said, "I can't hold back any more." He smiled gently, saying, "Don't hold back." "I gotta cum in you," I said, helpless with pleasure and the need to let go. "Cum in me," he said, and my dick started firing. He gripped me inside with muscles-- two sets of muscles, somehow, one at the opening, tightening around my hairy cockroot, and some other muscle, deeper in, caressing the ring of pink skin just below my cockhead, the best skin, the seat of my sexual soul, gently milking the end of my dick, back and forth, root to dickhead, like a fist inside running up and down my dick, matching the tempo of my ejaculatory pulses, guiding the semen out of my tubesteak and into his body perfectly. I buried my face in his neck and unloaded everything I had into him. And he just took it all, holding my body tight, wide open to my ejaculation. It was perfect. When my dick was done squirting, I held myself up a bit on my hands to look into his face again, and he smiled at me, and I squeezed the muscles between my legs to make my dick swell and lengthen inside him, then relax. Then squeeze again, little throbs. "I can feel you pulsing your dick inside me," he said. "It's faint, but I feel it. It feels good. I love it when a guy does that." And he squeezed me inside too. We took turns saying hello inside his ass, till my dick was soft enough to just pop out. And we laughed, and I slapped his big manly hairy thigh, and said, "That was fucking fantastic." He agreed. I lay on my back breathing deep for a little while, holding one stockinged foot. We began to talk a bit about personal things. He had just split up with his husband, they were living apart for a few months. He hoped they would get back together. They had been together just a bit longer than my partner and I; it was a little hard to hear. I resisted the urge to ask for gory details. The conversation drifted to other things, work and places we've traveled. And we kept talking while I washed up in the shower, rinsing off all that horny sweat. He was amiable and friendly. I was so glad I gave him my cum today. I got dressed, and we chatted a little more about nothing, and then at the door we kissed deeply one last time, and I patted his ass, saying, "Take care of my sperm." "I'll keep it in me for as long as I can," he promised. He looked a little sad. After the intense feelings of sex like that, it is hard to surface back into real life. It both satisfies completely and leaves you completely in need of more, something more, anyway. If not more fucking, than more sensation, more heights. But my dick and my cum was all I had to offer. I get hard writing this, just thinking of the level we fucked on, the pleasure he gave me with his body and his handsome face. I'm still lost in him, in those hot moments. I wish I could fuck and cum forever. But only rarely can it be this good. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... had a super-hot session last night and want to start a detailed post about it...but unfortunately i won't have time to blog about it until tomorrow. hooked up with a super-hung white top at a bath last night and got deep up my ass and used my hole as his cumdump...leaving me stretched open and dripping his spunk. i knew i was in for a treat when i first got down on my knees in the dark room and could barely get my mouth around his super-fat cockhead. it got even hotter from there... i'll blog about this story soon.... More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... You can imagine the condition of my testicles after yesterday's aborted blowjob. Today when I went to piss I could barely even stop the stream, seemed like; my prostate and cumtubes must have been overflowing with seminal fluid from being teased like that with no release, and I felt like squeezing the muscles down there was agony. I had serious bluebells. But it was another day of urgent work issues. I knew that the big strapping crazy-handsome dude I unexpectedly stuck my bare dick in last December was going to be in town; he hit me up last night saying he would be free this morning and into early afternoon, but early on I had to tell him it wasn't going to work out given all I had to do. He had repeatedly told me he was on PrEP and was "available for breeding" and I know he was hot for what I had to give. It was hard to turn him down but he was cool about it; I said later was a possibility but I Knew he had somewhere to be at 7, and anyway I couldn't imagine him waiting around all day for a chance to be ejaculated in by the likes of me, when NYC is crawling with thousands of hotter dudes who will cheerfully juice up a dude like him. But as the end of the day approached, my partner had to go to work for a few hours, and I had finished the urgent work I needed to do, so I texted him, "Too late for today?" He instantly replied: "Are you home?" I told him I was. He asked how long I had free. I reminded him of his thing at 7. He just said, "I'm getting on the train." Wow! It is rather humbling to be wanted that bad by someone like him. But this is my life, so about ten minutes later he tells me the stupid subway to my stupid neighborhood was stupid and broken as usual, with no trains going to Brooklyn. I asked him if we should try a different day, and he said he didn't have a *hard* deadline at 7. And then he said he would take a cab. Crikey! We sexted a bunch as he crept over the bridge and through the south part of my neighborhood, and then he appeared at my door and I said, "Welcome. Let's go have sex." He bowed graciously and followed me to the second bedroom, where we have a mattress on the floor away from all the construction dust in the other rooms. And we proceeded to get it on. I'd forgotten how nicely he kisses, how hard being near this big hot dude could make me, and, most importantly, how sensitive his nips are! I wish all guys had these. It's like a dude has two whole other mini-dicks on his chest, except that they elicit even more response than the real dick does. We stood by the mattress making out and I pulled on his nip and he jolted and moaned and clutched my body, hard. The harder I pulled and twisted the more out of control he got. Beautiful! Finally I undid the drawstring of my cotton athletic shorts theatrically, pulled down the thick jersey fabric to reveal my jewels, and said, "On your knees." And this big majestic dude got down in front of me, bowed his head, and slurped my most sensitive part between his teeth, and submitted himself completely to my manhood. I pulled off his shirt and then mine, and as he sucked me, I reached down for those nips, and it made him want to press his face flat against my pubes and balls, taking all the inches I had on offer into himself, and he clawed at my back, actually pulling hard on my back hair-- it actually rather hurt. But I got the message-- to tell me how much pleasure he felt, the only way to be truthful, was to cause a jolt of pain. "I like it SO," that kind of touch says. "I need it SO MUCH. FEEL how much I FEEL." I felt it, and it made my dick hard as a rock. We retired to the mattress and I got on top of him, chewing away at his chest while he yelped and seized and dug his fingers into my hairy thighs. My dick was poking gently at his asshole. He gasped and gasped like he couldn't breathe, and then said very clearly, "Your dick is teasing my hole, oh God." And I smirked and nodded with a mouth full of nipple, and closed my eyes and continued to take possession of his self-control. The words left him again and he was reduced once more to animalistic grunts, and I just said unctuously around his pec muscle, "I like it… I like it." And he yelped, "Aeh! Aeh! Aeh!" I flipped him over and ate his massive ass out a bit. It was really just kinda too big for me. His nuts were huge and hard, like boulders in his scrotum. I did enjoy licking and sucking those between trips to his asshole. Then I assumed position and stuck my dick between the big cheeks and gently pushed. He was warm and slick, but he jolted painfully even with the slightest pressure, and pushed me away. I figured I needed to ease into him a bit slower-- rereading my old post, I realized this was an issue before-- but given how full my nuts were, I started getting a little overstimulated, and my dick chose that moment to deflate a bit. So I lay back again and commanded him to suck me some more. I could tell he didn't want to, he was ready to be studded and inseminated, but I had to get a super hard boner back. He eventually clambered back up to me and that handsome face was back in my groin, so hungry, so genuinely full of desire for my meat. He sucked so expertly, so good, I was getting harder and harder, I was almost straight and rigid again, almost ready to flip him back and drill him good-- --and I came. My nuts were all, "Fuck this shit, you mistreat us so, we're over it and over you and we like this throat so we're letting go right here." I said "N-n-noo ah nooooooo" and he pulled off and I said "Wait wait wait wait wait" and he hung there in anticipation, looking at my meat and looking at my twisted face, and for a minute I thought I could make those testicles submit to my will once more, but who ever won an argument with a testicle? They burst with hormones that completely bypassed my brain and went straight to the base of my spine, a few inches away, and commanded my hand to jerk my dick like the master of a marionette, and my hand obeyed, and my nuts gave me a raspberry as they opened the floodgates to all my tubes and ducts. I had to cum. "FUUUUUUUUCK" I said with real disgust, "JUST TAKE IT JUST TAKE IT" and he knew it was over so he hungrily impaled his face on my again and just let my dick rain salty, acrid fluid on the back of his throat. I pulsed into him about four or five times and he began to pull away and I pushed his head back on me, "Noooooo still cummin" and his eyes opened wide and he moved back down and I feebly pushed out two or three more squirts into him. He felt my squirting subside and his body began to relax some, he sank down to the mattress, let his head rest on my thigh, and cuddled up to me a bit, still with my dick snaking down his throat. I immediately lost the erection I had and went rubbery and soft, my dick sulking away and going back to sleep from exhaustion. He made small satisfied grunts and kept sucking me lightly. And then he let go of me, climbed over me with that massive body, and kissed my face. I apologized profusely, but he said, "No, it was good, that was a lot of cum." And he lay beside me and we held each other; he was covered with a film of sweat and kept grunting small happy grunts. We talked idly about the event he was in town for, and my endless bathroom renovation. I asked if he wanted a shower, and he smacked his lips a bit-- I could smell a strong x-rated-bookstore smell on his breath, it was rather rank from my manly emissions-- and looked at me with twinkling eyes, saying nothing. "Ah! You need a glass of water," I said, suddenly semi-intelligent. He nodded and smiled, and I got him some. And showed him the half-completed bathrooms beginning to take place under all the endless construction dust and debris. He liked it, and compared the floor tile to some tattoos he had on his biceps. Amusing. He's a great guy. I asked if he wanted me to chip in for the cab, but he said it was cool. I made sure the train was running OK before he left, and we noticed he wouldn't even be late for his event. We'd barely been together half an hour, but I know I was fully satisfied. He mentioned he'd be around till Tuesday morning. I know he still wants a load planted inside him. I wish I'd been able to give it to him, but I should have known better than to expect to properly fuck a tight ass like his after going a week without cumming and then being prickteased by a drug addict the night before. Ah well! He's a good midwestern guy. I'm grateful for his services. God, I feel ten pounds lighter after getting rid of that load! More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... He found me on manhunt and we started chatting. Our chat quickly escalated to planning a hookup. And then to texting naughty pics and videos to each other. It turns out he’s partnered and can only really play in the mornings before work. Normally I would say “to hell with that!” Because I like my sleep. But there was something about this guys… And more than just the fact he lives all of one mile away. So I agreed. We scheduled our fuck session for this morning— 7:15 am. It would be time enough for a semi-quickie before either of us had to be at work. (He’s a banker guy). Part of me was thinking he would bail out, like so many do. But I got up earlier than normal and prepared things for his arrival anyway. At 7 am I got a text. Him: we still on for this morning? Me: fuck yes we are Him: good. I’m downstairs in your lot. I’m early. Me: give me 5 more minutes I finished getting ready and had him come up. As promised I was waiting on my bed on all fours, ass lubed and ready. He walked in and… Damn. He was handsome. And dressed in a full suit. Grey. I could see his erection straining against his tight trousers (he dresses right). There is something about a man in a suit that is so fucking sexy! He stroked my ego while he slowly stripped— called me hot. Liked my ink. Said my ass was pretty. All good things. His shirt tie off and his dress shirt unbuttoned to reveal a stocky, furry chest and belly. And When he finally undid his suit pants, he wasn’t wearing underwear. And I immediately started gobbling his cock and feeling up his fur-clad thighs. Then we were both naked and he gobbled my cock. And then we fucked. Doggy style. While he filmed it! All our dirty talk from the day before had him pretty torqued up, so he didn’t last long inside me. Which was fine as we had limited time anyway. And let me tell you— the man can cum. He left a big wad in my ass; I could feel the hot wetness when he flooded me. And he left me feeling “full”. We both got dressed for work and chit-chatted pleasantly. As it turns out, he’s a horny devil and he wants to breed me again tomorrow morning. I sent him of to work with a kiss and a load lighter, then made my way to work with that greasy Fuckhole feeling. Sitting in a meeting and talking to my work colleagues (and boss) with an assload of fresh cum was a really novel way to start my day. And I quite liked it! I think we need to do this more often. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I see him at the gym often. He’s a 50-something, barrel-chested, fireplug of a man. A bit furry, a bit sexy. And swinging between his legs is a 7 inch, mushroom-headed, proud piece of meat. We’ve played a little before— just a bit of show and tell. A bit of jacking. But that’s it. Until this evening. For some reason the gym was a bit dead this evening. Normally on a Wednesday, the locker room is crawling with guys looking to get off, and the subsequent cock blockers. But not tonight. I saw daddy in the sauna, and I decided to join him. I sat, legs spread, across from him and casually started stroking m dick. He quickly joined. I got up and stood in front of him and he immediately grabbed by dick and started playing. I knew the steam room was empty too (if just scoped it out), and suggested we switch locations for a bit more privacy. So we did. Once under the cover of the steam, we adjourned to the back where he started sucking my dick and playing with my butthole. He wasted no time spinning me around and standing up behind me. He pushed me down to where I was bent over and he tried to enter me. But it just wasn’t working. I tried to squat down as far as I could to position my hole correctly, but it was just not quite right. Plus, all I had was spit for lube and he has that big damn head! We stopped and I said, “lemme get some lube…”. I dashed to my locker and grabbed a small bottle of gun oil that I keep in my gym bag for just such occasions. I got back, lubed up, slicked his dick a bit, and bent over (squatted) again. And this time— success! That big fucking knob of his popped in me, and then he slid in until he was bald deep. He grabbed my hips and started fucking my ass while I grabbed a bench for support. We were facing the door, so we could break apart fast if someone walked in. But the fates were smiling on me tonight and guys drifted by, but didn’t come in. He picked up tempo and I started bucking back into him while he thrust. “Do it!” I told him. “Cum in me!” He thrust a few more frantic times, then suddenly he rose onto his tippy toes, shoved deep, and groaned. I felt his big head throb inside me. Once… Twice… Three times… Four… Five…. Each time he gave our a little huff/grunt. "Fuck yeah, sir," I told him. "I’ve been waiting for that load for a long time!" He pulled our and sat down in the bench. “Nice ass,” he said with a light smack on my buttcheek. "Thanks— and thanks for the load." I told him as I headed for the showers. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I had to have some medical tests done; I've inexplicably selected a doctor in Chinatown to replace the very local one with the horrible bedside manner who pretty much told me I am going to die before I'm 50, so I traipsed down there early this morning in miserable rain to have a Polish woman squirt my body with freezing cold lube and ram metal pads into my guts while she scowled at a screen and barked, "DEEP BREATH!" Once this was over, I decided I would work at a coffee shop in Manhattan to see if I could score any new ass over there. I wasn't getting much attention around the doctor's office except from the hung valley girl who has sucked me off and let me fuck my load into his ass a couple of times. He lives not far from Chinatown and always notices when I'm over at that doctor, and I told him he could suck the cum outta my nuts if he was willing to go for a quickie-- I don't really think I'm that into him any more but I do like how much he pursues me-- but he seems to want a long intense fuck like I've given him in the past. I don't think I have that in me any more, so I gave him my regrets and set off for a coffee shop on 14th St. There I had to field a bunch of intense work emergencies and couldn't really focus on finding any ass, not that much seemed available anyway. This coffee shop is not far from the Asian crackhead's place, so of course he saw me nearby and peppered me with "hey"s on every single app and hookup site. I didn't reply to any of his messages; I was really not in the mood to babysit someone while he sucked on a pipe and begged for nip play. Finally toward the end of the day when I'd made some progress, I focused a bit closer on some sites, and a cute little tight body about 10 blocks away-- in the middle of lovely Chelsea-- hit me up on adam4adam. I asked if he wanted to suck the cum out of me RIGHT NOW, and he said he did. I told him to text me his address and I'd leave, and he said, "I don't have a phone. Meet me in front of the Whole Foods." If I was not an idiot whose thoughts were addled by all the surplus cum backed up into my brain, I would have realized this was a huge red flag. But he wasn't far, and seemed willing to meet instantly, so I figured, what the hell. A couple of dudes suddenly hit me up on BBRTs and Scruff, but I had a bird in the hand, so I packed up my stuff and ran up there-- in some pretty messy rain-- and waited to meet my cocksucker. Well, he was nowhere to be found. I was MAYBE two minutes later than I said I'd be. I got back on adam4adam, and msged him, "I'm here. Are you for real?" And he said, "I was just down there." I considered leaving then and there. I hesitated for a long minute, then wrote back, "Well, I'm here." And he said he would come back down. He showed up and he looked fine, but again another red flag: The pix hadn't been him. They looked sort of like him, but weren't him. He looked fine though; this is always a mystery to me. He came up to me and said hello very slowly, as if he had some kind of speech impediment. He looked completely normal, though, and actually had an extremely cute ass. I figured I would give him a chance. Maybe the impairment was why he insisted on meeting in such an odd way, I thought. (I'm an idiot.) So I followed him to his building, just a bit up the block, admiring the tight little cheeks. I thought, if this goes well, maybe I can squirt a little ball juice up in there. We walked a looooong way to the elevator, and as the doors closed, he said, "You're very handsome." I leaned in to kiss him, and he eagerly accepted it, kissing pretty nicely actually, though his body flailed a bit. We didn't go up too far, and his door was near the elevator. I had to take a real serious piss, and when I came out, he was pouring a glass of vodka. Hm. He offered me a glass too, but I said, "I have to be somewhere at 6, can we just get down to it?" He smirked at me and put his own glass and the bottle down, and came over and sucked my face and grabbed hard at my meat through my pants. Well. OK. At least he was ready to go. His apartment was palatial, and must cost at least a couple of million bucks to be that size in that location. It was tastefully decorated with modern furniture. He led me to the couch and I pulled off my wet clothes and he dove for my dick. Suddenly little fluffy kittens came out of nowhere and gamboled all over me as he feverishly sucked my meat into his mouth. He gave pretty good head, but he had the telltale thick saliva of someone who was pretty high. I figured, well, it's Chelsea. At least the head is good. I just had to keep batting the kittens away until they lost interest in the bouncy game their owner was playing with the contents of my groin. I lay back and let the dude work me over. But after only a few minutes, the deep rhythmic strokes of sucking stopped, and he began using his hands, and popping me out of his mouth over and over. Nothing is more frustrating than head that has you constantly popping out of someone's mouth. I began to realize just how stupid I was, and just how cracked out this dude was. I kept trying to direct him to suck me like he did before, but he was in his own head space. Several times he let me go completely and sat straight up, holding my dick and looking at me, and slowly working his own dick. Yep. Brain totally fried on God knows how many drugs. After a while I asked, "Is it too much?" and he said "Nooooooooooo" and sucked me listlessly again, focusing only on the last inch of my head, an unbearable tease. I stood up and tried to fuck my dick into his mouth-- he really did feel good inside-- but he aimed my thrusting fuckstick into his cheek. Fucker! I gripped his head hard and fucked into his skull determinedly, but he kept gagging and pulling off. I asked again, "Is it too much?" and again he smiled beatifically and sat straight up. "Should I go?" I asked, and he said, "Nooooooooo," but sat there like an idiot. Finally I was done. "I think I should go," I said, and he let his body slowly sink backwards, all the way down to the floor, and he stared at the ceiling. I was very annoyed now, and put my clothes on without a word and without looking at him. As I was doing up my belt I heard him make a noise down there, and I glanced over, and he was murmuring, "Look at that cum come out." I noticed a shiny wet spot on his thigh. He lazily lifted his head and looked at me. "I just came!" he said proudly. "Well! Lucky you!" I said, pulling on my socks and heading back to the kitchen for my shoes. As I put my foot in them, I looked around the ample counter tops, and saw three syringes scattered around near the backsplash. WTF! Was he on heroin? What? Ugh, I'm an idiot. I pulled on my jacket, went for the door, glanced over at him lying on the floor staring at the ceiling one last time, and left without a word. A hot meaty dude on BBRT had said he wanted me to come to a hotel not very far away, about the time I left the coffee shop for the nutcase. I quickly wrote him back with my cell number. But 40 minutes or so had gone by, and he never replied. A bunch of other dudes had hit me up in the meantime too-- none of them were replying now. Everyone was lying on the floor staring at the ceiling except me, I guess. My nuts were angrily swollen from this little tease. The few guys who did reply to me couldn't host. I finally decided to ask the crackhead if he would suck the cum outta me real quick-- at least I knew he could perform, more or less. But when I told him I wasn't up for an all-afternoon druggy dickfest, he demurred. I hung around a bit trying to find anything else, but gave up after a while and took the train to Brooklyn, and drank a sad latte in the window of a coffee shop near my house. Dudes! Keep me away from Chelsea! What is my problem? I never learn. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Let's just say, when he came to the door, all I could think of was Dr. Bunsen Honeydew. Minus the lab coat. Guys provide stats, but don't provide pics. Sometimes you get what's coming to you - and not in that hot, good way. Guys can't read either. No reciprocation, I said. He tried to suck me off. Then tried to jack me off. Prefer non-smokers, I said. "I'm a heavy smoker, is that a problem?" Um. Kind of. And this was after he said he wanted to kiss. I told him that was off the table. He offered a mint, but then he'd just smell like wint-o-green and smoke. Even less appealing than just cigarettes. But I made my bed, so to speak - and was about to sleep in it.....so to speak. Oddly, he didn't smell of cigarettes until he took off his suit. Maybe it was his hands. And one of those hands had a gold band around the ring finger. He was a quiet sort. Too quiet. I didn't know if I was turning him on or off or if he was just indifferent. His hard cock said he was turned on, but that was the only give away. The ad was for a blowjob, but as they do sometimes, things change. He stood me up and bent me over a counter. I had not slobbered a ton on his cock, because I didn't know this was coming. But he lined himself up. I took a wad of my own spit, coated his cock and guided him to my hole. Most married guys are usually pretty good at fucking. This guy was a novice, despite him being in his upper 40s. He had no good technique. As I was facing away from him, I kind of smiled to myself when he gave me the 4-1-1 that "I never bareback.......this is my first time." Mind you, I didn't ask to be fuck. His idea, but not only did he not just take the lead (though, I wouldn't say aggressively) he brought no, nor asked for a, condom. "You are married, right?" Because, if we know anything, it is that all married men are good for barebacking because they pose no risk. He might wear a suit and be age appropriate, but he's not winning any medical advancement prizes anytime soon. The fuck didn't last long. Less than 10 minutes. I could feel him stiffen and throb. I won't say I felt the cum or the warmth, but I knew what he was doing. He seemed to think I was on his level of intelligence though. He pulls out. "Sorry - I'm really nervous. I was on the verge, but I just can't get there. I won't be able to cum.". His other tricks may have just fallen off the turnip truck, but I didn't. But I let him have his moment. No need getting him all flustered and I wasn't going to call him a liar anyways. If it was his stealthing fantasy, so be it. We got dressed and parted. I do not foresee another go-around with this guy. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Last week I was traveling in Arizona with my partner. I love him and love looking at him and touching him and being with him, but we are completely sexless at this point (hence my endless fucking around, with his blessing, though we don't talk about it). Which meant a long spell of no ass. The scenery was amazing as we traveled around the canyons-- I love the desert, the elemental quality of the air, the water, the earth, the light-- but inside my pants, my balls were endlessly swelling with the cum endlessly manufactured therein, relentlessly, mindlessly, hourly churning out more and more goo and packing it into the small space inside my scrotum. On our first night in the Grand Canyon area, I wanted to go out and see the sky, and maybe catch the tail end of the Lyrid meteor shower, so after dinner we drove back into the pitch-black park. My partner is actually pretty afraid of the dark, and this was truly, truly dark country, so he huddled up in the car while I trotted down a path a ways to get away from even the dim lights in the parking lot. The air was completely clear and the stars were brilliant. I saw my sign, Scorpio, rising in the east, with its horny red central star. And, unbelievably, as I stopped and stood on the trail looking straight up, a long streak of light split the sky in half. Lyrids, I've read, have the quality of leaving these long trails that linger a bit after the meteorite burns off, leaving a jet of brilliance in the sky. Scorpio rising, jets of white light in the sky, cool air, darkness, my solitary presence on the path… what can I say? I was romanced by it all, and I unzipped my fly and pulled out my dick. Long ago I promised myself only to cum in or on other dudes. And mostly I've stuck to it, even during very long dry spells; I pretty much never beat off any more (unless it's to get a new cumshot to excite the folks on Manhunt with). But I love having my dick out in the open air. I love fucking outside, too, but rarely get to. Even just pulling my dick out to piss in the breeze is a pleasure. But here, alone in the dark surrounded by low bushes and nothingness, I fell in love with my dick all over again. I didn't pull my pants down but just let it hang out through my fly, joined by my hairy nuts, and still looking up at all the brilliant constellations, hoping for more jets of light across the sky, I stroked my meat slowly with my hand. Grasping the rough hairy base, sliding slowly downward along the slowly thickening shaft, and then to that fleshy crown on the end, with the thick ridge and curiously exciting shape, tingly nerves saying "stroke the other way, stroke the other way," but I teased myself, and would pull my hand away, moving back to the base before stroking again. While I waited for my dick to stiffen completely, I just kept up these long, slow, downward strokes, coaxing the erection into my meat. Come on, come on, harden for me, feel the pleasure, lengthen and harden, feel my hand pull down, helping you along, helping you to be long and thick and hard and throbbing. Beautiful dick, come on, get hard. Each stroke brought more excited blood into my unit. It was getting pretty late, the Milky Way was turning the eastern sky hazy as Sagittarius began to peek up, and my balls were rising slowly up against my body, my dick was stretching down into its full length and thickness, and slowly moving forward, away from my body, to point straight out in front of me. And another, shorter tail rained down from the sky, not quite like the amazing first jet I saw on the trail, but enough to make me gasp. And my dick was fully hard now, and I felt it ever so slightly secrete a slight lubricating substance all along its length, a slight change to the resistance of my genital skin, turning it more silky, easier to stroke. I could make myself cum very easily now, but I wanted to feel this fully erect organ strain in the open air a bit longer, wanted to build up the pressure some, to ensure I could make my own amazing jet streak across the sky. So I shifted my grip a bit, stroking up and down now, feeling the head tug up and down along with my slow movements, feeling the cum tube thicken and ready for its payload, fondling my exhausted, thrilled hairy nuts in the other hand, feeling my whole body turn to nothing but a length of meaty tube and an urgent need to shoot. And the stars twinkled and the air blew, and I gave in, and I shot, starlight raining all around me while I rained my fuckjuice on the ground. Felt good! To cum on the Grand Canyon! Two days later, I did the same thing in the red dust of Sedona, a few feet from a "vortex" where women do yoga at sunset every day. I love my dick. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here If I had to name one guy of the present moment, who embodies all the qualities of the Perfect Bottom, that guy would have to be superbottom and porn mogul Robby Mendez. In some recent work for Rawstrokes where he bottoms for the mega-hung Hood, Robby demonstrates how a bottom should get fucked, ideally...and for real. He's simply the best; his is a controlled, nuanced, sustained bottoming experience. A great bottom has only a few minutes to understand the top's fucking style and then to follow accordingly...when to move, how to move, if to move at all...when and to what degree to be submissive, or, at times, aggressive...it all depends upon your top and you had better pay attention and don't be a stupid bitch. I don't like bottoms who scream, talk, whimper or moan. Grunts are OK, but mostly it should be a case of Bitch, just shut the fuck up and take it...if the top wants you to say anything, he'll let you know. Bitch, shut up, don't move until the top lets you know and don't fuck up his climax and when he shoots it up your ass, you goddamn squeeze his dick with your buttmuscles. Robby does all this with scarcely a hint of emotion...although I have seen him respond intensely while getting fucked in his own videos on his own website. He is cool and kewl. The Perfect Bottom. Some other items of interest regarding Robby: his physical flexibility and his complexion are astounding. Hood puts Robby through a series of moves, of various attitudes where we get good, unobstructed views of big black cock digging into Latino ass. Robby can do it all with a rarely seen grace. And then, Robby's skin is so damned perfect, I wonder if he's resorted to full body make-up the way William Higgins used make-up back in the '80's. The difference is even back then it looked fake, especially on natural beauties like Kevin Williams. The color contrast of the skin tones, Robby and Hood, in an anonymous looking hotel room with only three or four background colors, makes this sequence a remarkable...well...work of art. Rawstrokes, Robby Mendez, Hood, check it all out for yourself. More...

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To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I have mentioned before that gloryholes are (or can be) the great equalizer. Back in the olden days when gloryholes were public, the holes were generally big enough for a cock to go through and nothing else. If done correctly - meaning that either person didn't really look through other than at the cock - anonymity could still be achieved. The person on the other side could be 17 or 70. But to the eater on the other side, it was just cock. I laugh / cringe at ads on any site who advertises their home gloryhole and then asks for pics and stats before you come over. They truly do not get what the glorhole is all about. And the home gloryholes are usually subpar. I've been to places where it is a hole cut in a sheet that is taped to a doorway. But recently I found one that was almost expertly crafted. Good woodwork. A smooth hole that was dremeled out. Even a carving at the base so feet could go under so one could get closer to the door / hole. This is important and like a stall one of yore - if my readership remembers those public john service stations. The handles could have been higher for me because that's how I like them. And the hole was too large for me, because it provided less privacy. But I get that not everyone is the same height and needs access one way or the other, so this guy was doing what he can. But gloryholes do something else - at least for me: they can make you anything you want to be. No sights, no expectation, no preconceived notions for the person on either side of the door. You know I'm 99.6% bottom. Yet recently a gloryhole changed me horniness up quite a few notches. I'm not even sure why I went, since I tend to suck and take it up the rear. But I had not gotten off in weeks - in any way, shape or form. And I didn't want to waste it with my fist. He lived in the upper half of a duplex. I walked in and up the stairs. At the top you see the GH. I unzipped and stuck my cock through. And waited. He wasn't right there, but somewhere in the house. I opted to stick it there and just wait till he saw it. He did. The guy gave expert head. He knew his shit. I let him suck, but those handles let me grab hold to really pump his face - as much as one can against a sturdy piece of wood. I also saw him trying to look through and up at me, to see who was feeding him. I told him not to. But I know he kept attempting. I only lasted maybe 10 minutes...or slightly longer. It was a big load, but I'll give him this, he took it. He gagged once, but most guys who claim they can handle it will cough it up. Not this guy. I did a second visit a few weeks later. The mouth was just as awesome. But I said loud enough - 'someday I'd like to fuck your ass'. You know I'm not a top, but I was rock hard and here anything seemed possible. Without hesitation he stood up and backed his ass to the hole. With my spit as lube, I just slid into the guy. Clearly this wasn't his first time. Maybe not even first time today. Unlike most times I fuck, staying hard was not an issue. I was solid. Again, using the handles, I was able to gain some leverage when it came to really putting it to the guy. The door is a real sound barrier. I could barely his moans and requests. He couldn't hear mine either. But it was cock to ass - in and out, over and over. It's me, so I didn't last long. More than 5 minutes, less then 10. But to be fair, he wanted me to get off and was milking his hole. On purpose. Trying to push me over the edge. And it worked. I dumped a two week load in his ass. After that, the guy hounded me by email to return. Truth be told, it was kind of nice to be wanted for my dick, though deep down, I knew I'd rather be taking it. But he wouldn't give up and he made me swell with pride. And at one point he caught me at a weak moment - so I returned. I crawled up the steps but this time he was more timely in getting to the door. Still trying to catch a peek of me, he was on his knees expertly sucking me. Soon enough his ass was up. My fucking style started fine. The man can easily take a big cock up his ass, but wasn't loose, but clearly he's had lots and lots of practice. But the old me returned. Keeping it hard was a chore. I'm not truly built to top. He even put a cockring on me to get me back to a place where he could get me to finish. I also whipped out my phone. It's dark. It's crude. But I took video. While the video is over 4 minutes long, honestly, I fucked him longer, just didn't film it all. Next time, I'd rather it be someone videoing me taking it up the ass than giving it. But for that moment, the gloryhole made me a different person. But just for a moment. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here If you're like me, you've become a fan of this lithe, wiry, talented little Latin bottom boi, who made 2013 his own and is delivering on 2014. XVideos contributor Porn Dog has uploaded his own compilation of four sizzling Joey scenes where he gives it up to Jessy Karson, Mr. and Mr. Owen Hawk, Antonio Biaggi and a hot black top of the thug persuasion, sorry that I can't recall this guy's name. Joey's wearing shoes or socks in all but the Biaggi sequence, which is interesting because the time I actually saw Joey getting fucked, he was fully dressed in tight jeans and sport shirt. Well, at least I'm pretty sure it was Joey, it sure looked like him, and judging by his facial expressions...which were pure Joey. The reason he was dressed was because the occasion was a Super Bowl Party at that famous Silver Lake location where there is an unusual mix of socializing, drinking and eating, and sex, if you want it. Joey was getting plugged in the kitchen during the first quarter, so it was still pretty early in the day. And I can vouch for the top...I should say...he's fucked me twice, once at a fisting party at Master Tom's in the Castro and the other time at one of early Cockpit parties at that old catacombs of a sex club on Harrison Street. So I know what I'm talking about here. This top is short, stocky, hairy, bald and wears glasses even when he's fucking...and is...massively endowed. Joey took it all and since it was early in the day, I'm sure it didn't end there in the kitchen. So if you're a Joey Rodriguez fanatic, check out XVideos or join up, and btw, it's free. You won't see the Silver Lake kitchen fuck but you...will like the four scenes...and get your Joey fix for the day. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here The ad read that he was looking for a massage. That the person who'd come over would massage, then tease his cock. Then get said cock shoved down the throat. Somewhere in the text was the implication that if done right, the masseur would get bent over. I focused more on the 'shoved down the throat' perspective, but prepped accordingly when I got the green light to come by at lunchtime. Pouring rain, I waited for the ok to come up to the apartment entrance. What I didn't know was that he was in another car waiting to join me. Looking at the prospective goods to see whether he should join me or drive away. For full disclosure, I've never given nor received a massage. He knew this going in, but I was willing to try. I thought it would be a two minute massage and right to the blowjob, but riding up in the elevator with him, something felt different. Not bad different, just a change in expectations. But that we'd be playing this out. Not exactly role play, but sticking with and through the original intent of the ad. There might have been some slight role play, but nothing forced. He seemed nerdier than I anticipated, and a bit heftier. Not fat at all. And to be honest, he never said what he was like exactly, so how I came up with that thought was out of thin air. "Dave" opened the door and I took off my wet shoes. I'm a gracious trick. Walking in, I saw he actually had a massage table and it was all set up. I was not expecting that. He got ready, I took off my jacket and shirt, leaving on a t-shirt and jeans. He pointed to the lotions and oils and got on the table, face down. I started with his back. I worked it with light touches and deep tissue movements, up and down this spine and to the sides as well. As I moved close to his head and neck I stepped forward as well. His dangling arms were there, but the only thing they touched were my jeans, holding onto my calf. I asked if he wanted me to lose my jeans - he said yes. I kicked them off and went back to the massage. While his dangling arms were there and touched my calf, he made no attempt at touching anything else. This was like - to this point - a real massage. His back, neck and scalp were worked. I massaged his arms. I massaged his legs. I toyed with massaging his ass cheeks, but at this point was keeping it "professional". I really worked his legs - thighs and calves - and then his feet: the heel, the ball, the arch and each toe. But this time we'd been into it for 20 minutes and it was still a 'massage'. I kicked it up a little here by licking the bottom of his foot. He moaned. I rubbed while I licked - depending on where on the foot I was. With his toes near my mouth, I inserted each toe individually, like mini-blowjobs. Then I got all five toes into that mouth of mine. I repeated my actions with the other foot. Again, I moved up his legs, massaging as I went. Barely visible was the head of his cock between his legs and mostly pressed down onto the table, as he was lying on it. Still, I nestled my head there and licked, flicked really, my tongue at the head. Again there was a moan. Now I was massaging his ass cheeks. And then I was probing between them......with my tongue. He fucking loved that. And while it's a little more standard for you guys to read about it here, it's still not a big thing elsewhere: I asked him if I could get a cube of ice from his freezer. He allowed it as he stayed put. He didn't know what I was going to do with it, but he soon found out. He writhed. He moaned. He groaned - loudly, at that. But as that cube was slowly and deliberately slid into his asshole, he never once tired to stop me. Like the others, he loved the cold of the cube and the warmth of his ass.....how one immediately melted the other. That and my hot tongue then pushing it in - the sensations are incredible. (try it!) Soon, I had him lie on his back. I massaged his chest, his arms, head (again) - still no touching. I did the front side of his legs and then dove on his hard cock - which was about 7" medium thickness. He loved that too. But like his ad had said, he shoved me down on that cock as his hand wrapped around my neck. This would be the only touching he'd do of me, other than that light touching of my calf. His hips lifted off the table slightly, but mostly it was pushing me down on his rod. It didn't last as long as I thought it would, when he said, climb on and sit on me. My boxer briefs hit the floor and I climbed up. I wasn't sure the table could support two grown men, but he assured me it would. And it did. With him on his back, I straddled him, reached behind with spit in my hand, coated his cock, held it firm and in place and lowered myself backwards. He popped in nicely and I slid all the way back. Or what I thought was all the way back. He had me lean further back and even that last 1/16th of an inch made a fucking difference. And then I rode. I fucked myself on that dick. Oh, he helped. He moved enough to make me feel it. I take it back, he did touch me again, holding my hips. He bucked. I bucked. We bucked. We made it last a good 20-25 minutes. Even in that position, he was a skilled fucker. You'd never know it by looking at him, but he knew his shit. Few words between us, but neighbors might have figured out what was going on at this point. I didn't care. I didn't live there. Since there were no words, it was only a look of his eyes and the catch of sound at the back of his throat before he made a 'cumming noise'. It's hard to describe, but we've all been there, hearing one or making one. I felt him throb up my ass. And he wasn't quick to let it go, which is good. I now had a chance to really use my muscles to mile his just spent shaft. He appreciated the work. His cock was not that sensitive after ejaculation that he couldn't or wouldn't take it. Eventually, he just kind of slid out. I slid off the table and stood next to it. Then I massaged his dick for a bit. But massaging made him stiff..........again. I never assume anyone will get hard immediately. He wasn't as solid as before, but close. He got off the table and got behind me, bending me slightly over the table. Back in he went. And this time he had more leverage and more lube. His own lube. Dave was rough. He totally used that hole. I positioned myself against the table, bracing myself for a hard fuck - and I was getting one. After about 10 minutes he yanked out and said - "down on your knees, now!" I dropped - opened my mouth, with one shove he pushed his cock with my ass juices on it, into my mouth and dropped his second load. Then he made me clean him off, which as the client, I was going to do anyways. He thanked me for my services and led me to the door so he could hit the showers. But he did say he'd made another massage appointment. Let's hope I did well enough for that to happen. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I drowned an obliging cocksucker in eight days' worth of surplus seminal fluid from my poor, beleaguered balls. Last week was intense for work, with me routinely staying up past two or even three to get urgent stuff done, and unable to get even 5 or 6 hours of sleep for a long stretch. The intense schedule extended into the weekend, and I've long kept to my promise only to cum when other dudes make me cum, so I went without, thinking I could make up for it fairly soon. But all that stress and lack of sleep gave me an insane cold sore, which then got infected, swelled up like the Elephant Man's lip, and pretty much meant I wasn't going to get any ass THIS week, for sure. On top of all that our apartment is a construction zone, with renovations to both bathrooms leaving everything covered with fine layers of dust, and general disorganization. My dick was pretty low on my list of priorities… until today. Things are finally calmer at work, some stressful complications with the renovations are past, and I found myself in Manhattan picking up some materials with an hour or two to spare. And luckily for me, New York City is stocked with an endless supply of men who seek tops who just want to be serviced with no reciprocation. I got on adam4adam, looked to see who was in Chelsea, found a furry older guy whose name promised he had one thing on his mind and that was tubesteak squirting slimy goo down his throat. I asked him if he wanted mine, he said he did, I asked him where he was, and he told me two avenues away, I told him my cell, he texted me his address, and within three minutes of hailing this guy my pants were on his floor and my neglected meat was being slurped slowly up between his lips, while my balls tingled in anticipation. He gave excellent head. He was older than his pictures and not built as well, but he still looked perfectly nice and I wasn't there to make sweet sweet love to him-- I was there to get the cum sucked out of my nuts before they explode. I told him I couldn't even kiss because of this gross lip, which is now no longer swollen but still covered with a gross scab. Weirdly, the scab kinda matches my beard, so you don't notice it unless you look closely if you don't know it's already there (in which case it looks like a dinner plate and is still pretty horrifying). He didn't care. I dropped my pants on his floor and stepped out of them and got on the bed and he knelt between my legs and said, "Tell me how you like it." I told him just to start out slow, and he grunted around in my pubes, licking tentatively at the still soft meat and the hugely swollen testicles hanging below. And he sucked me up and a steady stream of narration spewed from my lips as he worked me over. A good cocksucker actually likes the feeling of a soft dick hardening and thickening on his tongue, and when he got me halfway there and my dick began pulsing inside him with each heartbeat, he exclaimed with pleasure. Other than the verbal direction, I just lay there like a pork chop, limbs spread out limply, just getting my fucking dick sucked. And it was awesome. It didn't last too long-- I checked the timing of our texts and saw that maybe 20 minutes passed from me heading to his place and my standing on his stoop to leave. But he managed to get me to the edge for the last two or three of those minutes, and I told him in desperate, helpless tones to keep me there, just let me feel it, let my nuts go into overdrive churning out even more cum to shoot down his throat, and he did, he kept me there, and my dick got into that superhard state where it feels like an animal with a mind of its own straining away from my crotch, and then completely without warning I was ejaculating in him. He guzzled me down good and I exclaimed whatever inane things it occurs to a dude to exclaim when his sperm is joyously exiting his body and jetting into the slick, inviting orifice of another's. He sucked me hard while I shot in him and truly, truly drained me dry. When I was done shooting into him and he had made sure to suck every drop of what I had produced out of my cumtube, he sat up, looked me in the eye with amazed delight, and said, "I *love* how you coached me! Some guys just lay there, and you don't even know if they like it, and you have to judge by their reactions what to do… but you just *coached* me!" Call me coach. I laughed and began pulling my clothes on so I could get back to work. "I *really* needed that," I said, and told him how long it had been since I last got off and why. "This must have been some kind of record," he said, "for an online hookup." It probably was. I'm not a big fan of quickies, but when you're dragging around as much spooge in your sac as I was, and had the week I had, you just want a dude to fucking get you off and LIKE it. And he got me off! And he liked it! He's busily digesting my ejaculate as we speak over there in Chelsea, and my nuts are no longer twin anvils in my scrotum. Life is good! Next week I'm on vacation and it can't come too soon, but I don't think I'm going to get off. I'll come back well-rested but full of spunk! Literally! Who will I shoot that into? Can't wait to find out. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He had a great cock. Potentially one of the best dicks I'd ever had the pleasure to know. Thick. Almost 8" long. A droop from the base and a slight curve upward when you got close to the head. This pic does not do it justice. It didn't hurt that it was attached to a man who was fucking gorgeous. A great face, bearded, dark hair on his head, great glasses. Standing 6'5" and clearly someone who takes physical activity seriously. And married. I had answered his CL ad. He got back to me right away, but we played email tag for weeks. Literally. I'm not saying he was a flake or even a tease, but time management wasn't great. I would go out of my way to make myself available only to get a cancellation. But he was always engaged. I'm not sure how he wrote his ad, but there were no images, nor did I ask for any. But I was intrigued to say the least. We finally nailed down a time as he texted me where he was in his approach. He seemed invested. He even drove up the drive with determination. Nothing timid about him. As he walked up to the door he was grabbing his own crotch, aggressively, through his well tailored suit. He was ready. I was too. He just stood there, waiting. I was happy to help him out. I rubbed his cock through his suit pants, feeling them fill out even more. A man in a suit is so extraordinarily hot to me, I can't really accurately describe it. But I think his aggressive nature, his suits, even how he drove spoke a lot about him. Aesthetics is important to him. Pleasure is important to him. Power is important to him. And he needs to see those things. Me on my knees, unzipping his fly brings all those into alignment. My mouth enveloping his fucking rock hard cock does too. He was verbal too. More compliments than dirty talk, but it was our first time. I could totally see (or at least wish) that he'd get down and dirty in his verbal skills. I know he has it in him. I loved feeling his hand on the back of my head, guiding me. I feel I need no assistance, but I love when a guy is in control. I loved feeling his pubes on my lips, knowing, even with the curve, I took him to the root. I liked hear him telling me to 'deepthroat me'. And of course, I did. During the blowjob, he kept reiterating how he'd be back - how he wanted more. Men of power, aesthetics and pleasure are that way. They know what they want, and go after it. When they get it, they keep control of it until they find better. We discussed before he arrived what he was looking for. He asked where I wanted the load, and even though I wanted it in my mouth, I am smart enough not to say that to a man like this. "That is not my decision" was my reply. "It's wherever you want it". I'm not being flip or smug - it's the fucking truth. When you are the one to go to your knees (or on your back) for a dominant guy, he calls the shots, including what he does with his load. "Near the end, I want you to stroke my cock so I can shoot on your face". It's about power. It's about control. It's about the pleasure of him seeing his manhood shoot the seed of life - his seed. He gets the pleasure of feeling the orgasm. He gets the pleasure of seeing the control he has over me - me doing what he requests. He gets to see the power - his actual babymakers, as they coat my face. The first jet was powerful. His moan was too. It went up my left cheek. A few weaker shots hit my tongue, my beard and between my lip and nose. Unexpectedly at that point, the most powerful jet shot out. Over my nose, up my right cheek and even into my eye. I knew that eye part was eventually going to hurt (and it did). But afterwards, he let me worship that cock. He let me clean it off. He let me take it and roll it in his own cum on my face - both sides - and then let me stick it back in my mouth. I wasted barely a drop. Then he had me clean him up so he could leave. He'd gotten what he came for. I have no doubt I will see him again. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He had a great cock. "Dick" replied to my ad asking guy to 'flood my mouth'. It took a while for him to get it together, but would later come to find he was a working man - with his hands - and probably not all that tech savvy on navigating email. Especially CL ad responses / replies that always seem to end up in my junk mail. When he arrived it was chilly but not cold, though he may have been working in conditions with little to no heat. He apologized for not being 'big' at the moment he walked in the door. I told him it was my job to get it big. He liked that. Dick was tall - maybe 6'5". Slim, but not skinny. Grey hair and facial hair that made him look like a younger Col. Sanders. It worked on him somehow. I rubbed his denim covered crotch to get him to grow. Then I dropped those and rubbed his boxer briefs. He was responding. Soon my mouth was down there, putting warm breath through the cotton blend. Pulling down his boxers, it was nice to look at. 7.5", but like the rest of him, slim, but not skinny. Big fucking head and it seemed to weigh down the shaft, but in reality he just had a hefty downward curve. He had a great cock. So I went to work. He wasn't sure what to make of the blowjob. I mean, he liked it - clearly - but he claims that I was only his third blow job and first from a guy. Maybe this was true, but I always assume it is not. He was 55. How does a man get to that age with only 2 other blowjobs under his belt? I decided to show him what a great one felt like - so he'd have it as a frame of reference. Being that it was his first real one (I'm saying that - not him), I thought he might lose his load sooner than later, but he didn't. I worshipped and treated his cock like a pro for well over a half hour. Sometimes his eyes would be closed. At times his head would be thrown back. My favorite times is when he'd be watching his cock disappear into my mouth. He enjoyed that too. "That looks fucking good". He later confirmed he liked watching his cock go into my mouth or rub on my beard. Truth be told - I like being watched by them. I like seeing lust in their eyes, more at what they're doing than who is doing it. I like them relating, even for a second, that there is a guy on his fucking knees giving them pleasure. I like them knowing a guy is sucking their fucking cock. Truth be told, the curve was impeding my ability to give him great head. I was doing a good job and even a great one from his perspective, but I knew I could do SO much better. He was game for me lying back with my head hanging back. It left for a good angle for his cock to slide right down my fucking throat. And for a guy who hasn't gotten head much, he knew how to pound face - at least in that position. Of course porn movies have taught us a lot, I suppose. But he seemed super skilled at how to feed. He teetered on the word "cocksucker", but couldn't quite get it out of his mouth. If he was a newbie, then I get that - he is not sure where the line is, though I tried to show him how far he could go with me verbally. I'd say we were about 30 minutes in before he lost his load - and with very little warning to me. Not that I cared. It was a decent sized, but not huge. It was ok tasting but had hints of bitterness - but that wasn't important either. He claims he'll come back. I'd be happy to have him return. I'll get it right so he understand what he's been missing. More...

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