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To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here I am well aware of the risks that go along with promiscuity. But having already dented the car, I'll continue to drive it for as long as I can. I will not make excuses for promiscuity but I have to admit that were I not so promiscuous in these risky, treacherous times, I would never have experienced the wide range of fuckstyles found among the bounty of poz tops now traveling the world spreading their toxic seed. Being a San Franciscan who gets out and around, I have enjoyed match-ups with many of the visitors passing through. I have been fucked at midnight by a poz CEO in his suite at the Hilton. I have been fucked by a poz St. Louis businessman in his suite at the Nikko...he was in full leather gear but because of his professional reputation, he wouldn't risk being seen at Kok or Truck, so I went to him. I raced to the Parc 55 to get laid by a poz businessman whose window of opportunity was an hour while his partner shopped in the mall across the street. And I haven't been all that discriminating: I've hooked up at Beck's many times, ditto the Travelodge on Market St, and guys who have rented short term places on Nob Hill, in the Castro and Pacific Heights. All bareback, all fucking, all HIV infected. I've been fucked all over town and I'm glad for the experience of meeting new meat, as you never know who it will be or how it will turn out. Such is the thrill of promiscuity and discovery. How else would I have known that the post preppy in the rugby shirt would be such a pig with a distinct style of pounding it home? The fact that he was poz was enough of a turn-on for me: with his styled hair and smile, he looked like he could be selling stocks, insurance or fine jewelry, but I knew that underneath the J. Crew khakis was a dick loaded with nasty, deadly stuff and I had to have it. Usually when I find a guy who's 'too' well-groomed, it's not sexy for me but in this case, I liked the incongruity of his appearance and his being HIV-positive. The media would like us to believe that poz men are the walking dead, depressed characters marking time before checking out to the Big Nowhere. This dude is from Houston, and I thought about him after rhapsodizing about the great porn turned out by the Texas-based operation, RawOreo. But this Texas fucker had a style that hasn't been much depicted by RawOreo or any other studio, for that matter: he liked to do it sidesaddle. After the customary sucking around, he put me on my side, made sure my legs stayed together, and shoved in his average to better than average dick straight into my ass. And I got a really nice drillin' with that rock hard prod hitting my buttwalls at various angles, 'places I never knew existed'...okay, I borrowed that line from 90's porn...who said that? Kurt somebody. But it is so true. Sidesaddle fucking requires a stiff dick, and probably a big dick, although Houston wasn't huge or holy shit. But he never slipped out...not once, never. It was a good, solid, relentless fuck so vivid I'm able to recall it now a couple months later. And I haven't been fucked like that since. Now that I think about it, maybe cute Latino hot-bottom-of-the moment Joey Rodriguez is the only guy I've seen sidefucked lately, and handling it very well, too...but more about him some other time since he deserves a posting of his own. More...

Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... Watching March Madness takes on the added bonus of catching a glimpse of the hottest sweaty pits in the nation. CBS would do its ratings a favor if they kept the camera on guys at the foul line, facing the player head-on without cutting away as soon as he raises his arms to make his throw. You can smell the phermones from miles away. And when it comes to a national champion, it seems UConn really does take the cake, or cakes... They really are No. 1. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here For those of you unfamiliar with Raw Oreo, it is a website built around the talents of MachoFucker alum, Frost, featuring black thug type wannabes fucking a cast of skinny white bitches. This may or may not sound enticing, but all the good stuff is there: miles of thick black dick, cultured white holes for copious black cum deposits, interesting camera angles...every sequence seems to include some cowboy and reverse cowboy action. Yeah, there are a lot of raw cowboy cockriders dow there, and it's so appropriate, this being Texass coming and going. In the release, Frosted Toppings, the lanky Frost demonstrates his versatility by doing a fair amount of topping white AND black ass, so I know you'll want to check out the website, or the Frosted Toppings trailer now available on Xvideos. All the action takes place in a cookie-cutter Dallas apartment...all very real, and very hot, hot, hot. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Yesterday I was hit up by a 23-year-old kid with pictures that made him look kinda weird in the face, like a young Wolfman Jack. A *lot* like Wolfman Jack. I'm not all that into Wolfman Jack, so I was merely polite at first, but he unlocked his pictures and while they were small and not very well-staged, they made it look like he had a sweet little body. You don't expect Wolfman Jack to have a sweet little body, so it was weird to look at the pictures, kind of like those trendy photos where guys with nice bodies put animal heads over their faces, only this face was real. He had a very nice manner, saying he wanted to please "daddy bear" in any way he could (is there any phrase less sexy than "daddy bear"??) and said he would swallow my cum yadda yadda. I have been working like a motherfucker lately, often staying up till 2 or 3, and was so stressed out and pent-up yesterday when he hit me up that I relented, decided I could eat his very pretty ass out a lot to keep interested, and just let his enthusiasm for my penis carry the day. So I invited him over and he was here in 20 minutes. Well! Let's just say he's not photogenic! He was so cute my dick was hard as granite class and got me off good and I loved it! I've since checked out his pictures again and he really just doesn't look good in them. But when he showed up he was much less Wolfman-y and more sweetly, earthily cute, with beautiful dark eyebrows, glittering eyes, and lips as smooth as a Loewe leather bag. Big, beautiful hands. He pounced on me in the foyer as soon as he came in, and we got right down to it. I was functioning on about 4 hours of sleep and had hoped he would just let me lay there and suck me till I was cross-eyed and stupid, but he was really a beautiful kid. I hopped up on him after he'd sucked me to full mast and humped the living hell out of him. He'd pulled off all his clothes as soon as we got to the bedroom-- "Can I just take this all off?" he said, taking it all off and not waiting for an answer-- and out of his pants sprang a dick that was basically the size of three dicks all merged together into one super-dick. It was literally twice as thick as mine and maybe 30% longer. It was more like a cucumber made of flesh than a dick. And when I got on top of him and pushed my hips into his, after a few minutes of grinding and intense making out-- he was all over me, holding me so tight I could have broken in half-- he suddenly pushed me off him violently. The smooth skin above his pubes was a lake of clear, slick pre-cum; a glittering thread of it was in the process of oozing out. "I got close," he said. I like getting guys close by just humping them-- I've made dudes cum that way and it's fucking awesome-- but he could have just asked me to get off! He was actually rather rough for a daddy-pleasing boy; he had no compunction about trying to toss me around the bed and at one point did mount me and rub that monstrous apparatus all over my pubes with my legs bent back. I humored him because his face was so handsome and serious and full of pleasure. He was an extremely sensual kid. We had a lot of fun. When I got close myself, during more fooling around, he said very earnestly and plaintively, "Noooo… I want to make you cum." I told him I was in no hurry and he smiled an enigmatic, very satisfied smile, and we kissed more. Somehow we 69'ed; this has to be the fattest dick I ever crammed into my mouth. The dickhead was like a small plum tomato, goddamn it. Eating his ass really opened his hole; I think I got half my tongue in. And I fooled around with poking my dick near his hole. He liked it, and I think he wanted it, but was worried about what was most definitely true: I wanted to slip right in with no rubber. I got close several times and the last time, he again very forcefully pushed me back, so that I was in a kneeling position and upright, and then he dove down into my groin and sucked me furiously. "You're going to make me cum if you keep that up," I said sternly, while my dick bloated with blood to the point that I thought it would slit itself open, and that only made him suck harder, and so I just laughed, put my hands on my hips, admired his really intense handsome beauty, and let him make me cum. It all just shot into him and he kept sucking me hard, and the jets were angry, fast, and hard. After about 10 seconds he slacked up but I put my hands on his head, and barked, "Still cumming," and he resumed his tempo. He sucked the living hell out of me. I think he just made me cum to keep himself from letting me put my raw dick in him. It was probably a smart move. And then he spat me just as furiously out, right into my pubes. Another huge glob of me was webbed between his thumb and forefinger. I can't remember what he did with that glob… did he put it back in his mouth? Wipe it somewhere? I couldn't tell if he spat me out because he doesn't swallow or because I came too much for him. I sent him to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and when he came back, he announced, "That was a lot of cum." "I cum a lot," I said redundantly. He got back on the bed with me and asked if I give back massages. He had an accent which I couldn't place. I told him I could try. So he lay face down and I straddled his very pretty ass mounds and rubbed his back. His body was shaped beautifully but wow, this kid had like no musculature to him. I'm not usually given to doing this with random people; this kind of touch is normally reserved for my partner, who is pretty built, with gigantic back and arm muscles. I kept looking for muscles to rub and not really finding any, wondering how he can possibly even raise and lower his arms with such thin musculature. So eventually I just began stroking and raking his skin slowly up and down. His hair was a beautiful dark chocolate color, full of loose swirls in a bit of a hipster cut, short on the sides and very floppy on top. Sometimes I like to just touch and admire someone. So I let the minutes pass, unrushed. But then my work responsibilities came flooding back to me. I took an hour to cum with this kid, and now I'd massaged him for 10 minutes or so. He could tell I was pulling away, and sat up. We got dressed in silence; I was very preoccupied and then realized so much time had passed that making some inane small talk comment would be even more awkward. Finally I asked him if he wanted a drink, and he seemed sort of relieved. I poured him some apricot juice and we talked a bit about the renovations I'm doing in the apartment now. He noticed some stuff of my partner's and asked if it was mine; when I told him it was my partner's he seemed to withdraw a bit again. We kissed again and hugged tight, and he said to keep in touch. I told him I would. And then very shyly, he said, "Thanks again, Daddy." I laughed, patted his ass, and said, "Take care…. son." He looked over his shoulder and his eyes glittered again, and he was gone. More...

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To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here Furry guy has gone quiet on me. I messaged him a few times but each time he said he was working. We'll see if he resurfaces. I enjoyed him: it's not easy to find a top with a big hard dick who just pushes in and bangs you hard. And then does much the same thing with his fist. And for a bonus he had a lean and hairy body and a great face hidden behind the bad hair and the glasses. Meantime I've got K to keep me happy. I overnighted at his place at the weekend. For the time being he seems to have stopped worrying about getting addicted to kinky sex. He pissed inside me again on Saturday. He gets a kick out of it the way a 10-year old boy gets a buzz out of doing something verboten. But mostly it's the usual basics. Sucking each other, him fucking me, rimming me, sucking my pits, demanding my spit. And then sliding his fist into me. K now routinely pushes his dick into me raw, especially at the start when he's been licking my hole. Getting spit fucked raw when he's just opening me up hurts like fuck initially but it's a huge turn-on and feels much better than when he rubbers up and slathers lube all over my hole. On Sunday morning he work me up as he pushed his raw dick into my arse. After some more sleep I finally got off a few hours later just sitting down on his dick and fucking myself up and down on it. He didn't come this time so I still haven't got a load of his cum in my hole. I haven't been getting fucked by anyone else, and certainly not bareback, so maybe he's decided he can live with a certain amount of risk. Best of all – I guess this means I'm getting old and soft – is just lying there holding each other and kissing. Sunday morning when it was time to go he didn't want to let go. I think he's looking for something more than a fuck bud. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He came back - a few times. The 9+" black man who was looking for a guy like me. Still no name, still no email, still no phone number. But when I got "No Caller ID" on my phone, it was almost always him. Once he had me suck him. Once he had me eat his ass out while he slowly jacked then shot in my mouth. Still claiming to be safe, this time, he had me show off for him. Rub my ass hole, show him my legs. He did not want to see my dick. I should mention that he has never mentioned it - let alone touched it. This isn't his deal. When he says he fucks women, he does and not one of those lame guys trying to pass as straight getting off on some fantasy or trying to help you get off on that fantasy. I was (and am?) all about convenience to this guy. Maybe it's three calls in as many days. Maybe it's a week or two until he needs the outlet. Sure, I had taken his cock in my mouth this time. I even just touched the tip of my tongue on his head as it peaked out of his boxer briefs that could not contain its size. I sucked him, and I sucked him good - but not great. That is my evaluation, not his. "Roll over", he calmly commanded. I was on the bed, on my belly. Once again he used his rock hard dick to slap my ass. "You want this". Again - calmly said, but not in question form. More cock / ass slapping. Then the lean in. Then the touching of the cock head to my crack.....and then more localized pressure. Pressure gave way to blossoming. Two inches or so had gained entrance. There would be more - we both knew it. But timing wasn't up to me. I was on my belly, him over me, but not quite 'on top' of me. He still had 7" to work with that was outside my ass. He made quicker work of getting it in there - and up there - than I might have liked, but I'm adaptable. I have to be. Not that there was a choice. There were more grunts and moans from my end then words. There were almost no words from his end, except maybe, "put your legs together". I suspect that was to not only keep him in me, but to treat me like a random fuck - probably a girl - that he could just pump without worrying about who was there. He ignored my strong groans, the ones you could tell bordered on discomfort. I knew enough not to say anything, because from previous experience, be it my mouth or ass, he wasn't at all concerned. This went on for another 10 minutes and I heard a catch at the back of his throat. "What is going on?" I asked. "You know exactly what's going on" was the reply. For a guy last time who wanted to be nothing but "safe", here he was unloading. All bets were off now. This would define what I was to him. Or clarify it. It was unsaid, but we both knew. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I just squirted-- and I do mean JUST squirted, just barely-- a four-day load into a very handsome, cute/compact, meaty little bottom. It was more like some kind of clinical injection procedure than a fuck. I was eating his ass-- a fantastic, firm, round, tight-muscled, lightly fuzzy ass-- and fingering his hole with my index finger, slowly massaging his prostate with my left hand, and stroking my own dick with my right hand, when suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt myself reach the point of no return. He had been tight and I had not yet been able to get my bone in him, hence the fingering and eating, but I wasn't going to waste this cum. I had 1.5 seconds to act, there on the edge of a thundering climax, to get my seed inside him. Barreling over the precipice of orgasm against your will is not conducive to tactical planning. My body was on auto-pilot, but my mind knew exactly what it wanted. The issue was about 20% my full nuts-- there are guys I've managed to get into a groove with and fuck for hours with even more cum in my than four days' worth. It was 30% how fucking cute he was-- kind of like a yet more manly Kevin Spacey, but with those same boyish curves to it, and very scruffy, and the body was perfect, not too developed but perfectly naturally meaty and shapely; he was very exciting to be with. But it was 50% his incessant SQUIRMING. He had said online that he loves getting fucked and "likes fucking back", which tipped me off that it might go this way. I've fucked guys who basically buck me off them, leaving me feeling like , and even from the first kiss, I thought this guy might be the same. I was feeling him up and he was already squirming and bumping against me. The feeling is not all that sexy to me; it's much more like uncoordinated white people doin' The Bump. During the initial makeout I basically just pulled him to me, hard, and wrapped my arms around his waist in a steel-like grip to make him stop. Eventually, still clothed, we made it to the bed, and I climbed on top of him, making out with that extremely handsome face like mad. He wiggled his hips and raised them completely off the bed against me, making it impossible for me to maintain full body contact. This all makes it hard to get into a groove for me as a top, and the writhing contact with my groin makes me a little overstimulated too soon. We were basically wrestling, except my moves were aimed at pinning him down and his moves were those of a rule-free, badly programmed wrestler-robot. Finally, after one serious thrust that almost sent me airborne, I told him tauntingly, "Don't push me off you completely!" And I think that made him realize what he was doing, and he calmed down. I got off him told him to lie still, and walked over to the side of the bed where his head was. I zipped down my fly, pulled out my thick, lengthened tubesteak, and dangled it down into his mouth. He sucked very, very nicely. Things were looking up! I periodically pulled out and dragged my swollen meat over his eyes and mouth, then dangled it back in. He was in dicksucker heaven. Felt nice.I pulled off his pants and saw he was wearing tight white briefs that showed off his narrow hips, meaty bulge, and taut little ass perfectly. I ran my face over them, inhaling the sweat of his groin deeply and feeling the thick genital meat slide against my eyes and nose through the smooth fabric. I kneaded his ass cheeks with my hands behind him, pulling his whole crotch up to my face and just breathing him in. A nonstop stream of goofy porny talk flowed from his lips, but in my mind I was alone with his lap. Just me and that. I flipped him over and beheld his treasure, his backside, and slowly peeled the briefs off. Angles sang, their harps making furious glissandos. I would put up with any amount of annoying grappling and "yeah work my manpussy"'s to get my hands on an ass like this. And with just one lick up from his quite thick, heavy balls up to his rather tight, pretty hole, I knew he was going to enjoy being eaten out as much as I would enjoy doing it. All that bucking and most of that talk stopped, replaced with slow moaning and "You've got an amazing tongue!" That's better! And I laid back and commanded him between my thighs and he sucked me, looking me frankly in the face. I couldn't help but smile and laugh, saying, "You're so fucking CUTE." He really was; the site of that kind of guy with my dick in his mouth is electrifying. His little body was spread out for me to see, and I saw two dimples at the base of his back before each swelling buttock. His limps splayed out just so. Such a beautiful pose for the male body. My dick got hard as a rock. The head was nice but I really just had to eat more of that ass. I flipped him again, slid down to the floor and licked and probed and chewed, and the porny talk was now completely replaced with completely earnest exclamations of how good it felt. I stood up and tried to slip my bone in, but it was clear he was way too tight for that still, and he yelped, "Want some lube?" I said let's just fool around a bit more before that-- I hate the taste of lube-- so he pulled out a bottle of what smelled like *extremely* potent poppers, and I began the fingering that led to my doom. I will say his ass felt beautifully slick inside. My finger slid in fairly easily and found the firm, broad plain of his bottombutton and stroked it. After a few minutes of this, switching off between index finger and thumb in there, and at one point when I wagged the finger side to side, he said very matter-of-factly, "You're definitely doing something to me in there… that feels so good." And I could tell it was not just talk-- his dick had not been hard this whole time, but when I resumed my eating of his hole, I reached up under him to hold it, and it was very fat and very hard. Not too long, but the thickness of it was very exciting, especially given how thick his nuts were. I ate and sucked his dick and balls, ate and sucked, ate and sucked, and he moaned and moaned. I still couldn't get my dick in, so I resumed fingering, and then I was going to cum. All I could do was scramble quickly up on his back, aim my dick, try to keep my balance through the white hot mist that was hitting me from every angle, making my body tense up and my blood race and poisoning my brain with delicious hormones, aim as best I could, and PUSH. I shot the first shot outside, nestled against his hole between his meaty globes-- I know that. And that was all it took. The force of my first jet must have gotten some in his hole, because suddenly my dick was sliding into him, centimeter by centimeter, its way eased by each successive pulse of slimy liquid. By the third pulse I was really in him, and he accepted me so nicely that I began to fuck the rest of the cum out. "Yyyyeeeeeaaaahhh!" he said, "You're cumming in that pussy! Your cum is your own lube!" yadda yadda. "If you can keep it hard, just keep fucking me," he said, clearly delighted. So I did; even after the last pulses drained my nuts into him, my faculties returned, and I held his shoulders and pushed my thighs against his and bucked into him hard, like I knew he wanted. He buried his face in the bed but reached up behind him to grip my deltoids and triceps, and I felt deep pleasure and desire in his grip, so I kept fucking until my dick was going soft. It popped out pretty unceremoniously and he immediately reached back to test himself; "Feel that cummy hole!" he exclaimed, so I did. I was a million apologies for cumming so fast-- I think this all took maybe 20 minutes. But he seemed happy with just being loaded up. I'm just glad I didn't jizz all over the bed or the wall or something hard to clean. We kissed a bit but it was clear he had what he wanted and was ready to go. Harumph. We had a nice conversation about the neighborhood, which he moved to almost 20 years ago and which has changed greatly even in just the past 8 or so. He seemed like a nice guy and I regretted not getting to seriously fuck that awesome little body. I don't think I'll ever see him again. But the chat was pleasant and it was fun watching his little body squirm back into his clothes. He pulled on his jacket, and I patted his ass, telling him "Take good care of that load, man!" and he laughed and promised he would, and off he went. I didn't have my glasses on, but saw someone approaching down the hall carrying a huge stack of something. I really hope it wasn't one of my neighbors, and I hope they didn't heard me tell him that! Who knows what they would think. I realize now it's been a good while since I've had a long deep intense fuck. It's time, dammit! For me, it's not enough to just shoot my load in someone. I need to really feel it. Next time? More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here A while a go, a friend of mine told me, after I slept with one or two black guys, that a signal has gone up and now only black guys will be contacting me. Honestly, he called it the 'black stink' - but not in a bad way. While white guys have not disappeared, there does seem to be an increase in the number of black men interested in hooking up with me. Maybe they have a listserve that gets the word out about the white cocksuckers who like black dick. So a guy emailed me from a long ago placed ad wanting to know if I was free. I would be, I said - which corresponded with him finishing his gym work out. His stats were nice. His body was nicer He said he'd be by after he showered. I told him not to bother - as I liked the smell and taste of a guy who had just worked out. He said he would really really need to shower as he was rank, so I caved. But a few minutes later he said he was on his way and skipped his shower. Fuckin' A. It was freezing out but there he was in shorts and a t shirt. We got right down to it. Unfortunately it was all oral. Don't get me wrong, I love sucking cock - LOVE IT - but this guy I'd have loved to have up my ass. But at this time, it was not what he was looking for. The man's shorts and shirt were soaked with sweat. His workout had gone well as he had soaked through his t-shirt and his underwear and his shorts. Before him taking them off, I made sure to smell them.....sniff deep. Lick them too. I don't know what he thought of me doing this - or if he knew what to make of it all. I didn't really care. I was down on my knees, sniffing his crotch and slowly pulling down his shorts and briefs. His cock was nice and hard and very dark. Don't ask me why, but on black guys, I do prefer darker skin. His balls were shaved or at least smooth. The cock went into my mouth and I fucking savored it. Tasting the flesh. Tasting the musk. Getting it wet, making the dark skin darker with my saliva. It's a good test marker for the feeder to see how far an eater like myself is getting down on his disk. I took it all the way. After a bit, he sat in a chair and directed my head up and down at the pace he desired. I like to think I know what I'm doing, but each guy is different on what he likes and how he approaches an encounter like this. If he felt more in control this way - let him have it. He's the boss. Soon he was sitting back on a bed and I was still on my knees. I went to his balls, which he spread his legs for me to get to. They were smaller than you'd think, but tasted of a gym workout. I tested the waters and went further south. He was receptive for a minute but then didn't want his hole eaten. I SO wanted to dive into that and clean it out, especially since he hadn't showered after the gym. It's the taste of a real man. As I went back to his cock for some deep throat action, him laying back, he talked about how he'd like to fuck me sometime. That got my cocksucking skills a little more excited. I milked his cock with my mouth and throat. He held my head tight. He pumped and I dove and bobbed. We had a good synchronization of feeder and eater skills going on. He then held my head real tight and said, "you're gonna make me piss". I thought, "huh?" I had never really experienced this while in the middle of giving head. Sometimes at the end - even a time or two right at the beginning, but not in the high point of a blowjob. But piss he did. Not a lot, but not a little either. His cock was far into my mouth and you know, we were in a nice room where I didn't want piss all over, so I took it. Every drop. He went back to pumping my throat after that and I'd say within 90 seconds he was now unloading another bodily fluid into my mouth. Sweet. Hot. Semen. I took every drop of that too. He was kind of turned on and a little freaked out at what he had just done - or what I had just done. Mainly the piss thing. I'm not sure he was expecting to need to piss or that a white cocksucker would drink it. But I did. He got back into his damp, smelly clothes and I followed him to the door. With me right behind him, I reached around and played with his crotch. He wasn't soft. He didn't stop me. I told him how great his cock was and I swear it got harder. Guys love hearing how great their cock is. He said if I keep that up, I'm getting a second round. I told him he could bend me right over the kitchen counter and give it to me. "You'll do anything I say". I said. That didn't sound like a question. He replied that it wasn't one. But he had to go. I had to let him. He said I would hear from him. I hope I do. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I've often been asked by readers whether I'd consider putting pictures on here to illustrate the stories and I've always demurred… to me this is a much more verbal than visual record of my sex life so I've not put up any pictures (except for a rather whiny post about the kinds of guys I tend to get to fuck versus the ones I wish I could fuck but never get to). This means I get nice comments about how I write, which are more flattering than comments about how hot any pictures I put on the blog would be. But maybe it's time to reward longtime readers with something more immediate. So here's what I did this afternoon: This is the stupendously beautiful ass, attached to the skull-meltingly hot body of an handsome dude in midtown who inexplicably has been chasing my dick all year long on Manhunt. The timing never worked out with this guy, and after the second or so time trying to set things up he got testy and went away, but suddenly today he reappeared. Of course, he did so just as I was coming close to sealing the deal to get the week's worth of cum backed up in my swollen nuts sucked out by a bearish dude who had the perfect attitude-- and I bet the best skills-- but not a very handsome face. I was put in that timeless position: go with the smokin' hot dude who is probably not going to be all that good in bed, or the regular dude who will probably suck my spinal column out through my cockhole? I chose the smokin' hot dude and let the bear die a sad, slow death by neglect as I set up a trip to midtown to get my hands on this rare creature. And this guy really is model material. I showed up and he was wearing nothing but some workout shorts and a painter's cap. He had a bushy beard and his pecs swelled on his chest, lightly fuzzy and as big and round as cantaloupes, with beautiful thick nips. He jutted out his hand to shake mine at the same moment I lunged for him and groped him and tried to kiss him; I sheepishly pulled back and apologized, saying "I guess I should shake your hand before I start pawing you." He was cagey and evasive, and I thought he was going to back out; it was simply unimaginable he would really be into me. But instead he led me to the couch and sat down on the far end, away from me, and told me to take my pants off. "I have to kind of ease into things," he said when I asked him if everything was cool; there was definitely no sexual energy here. "I would have told you right away if it wasn't cool." He seemed sincere, but nothing fills me with anxiety more than having to sit naked next to someone as perfect as him. I bravely shucked my clothes and sat at the other end of the couch, and this big black sex monster stared at pink, limp, fleshy me. "I like bears," he said, perhaps by way of trying to ease my mind; he had some porn playing on the TV that featured guys who are supposed to be bears but were in reality just very hairy hot porn stars. "I'm a very visual person," he said, as he looked me up and down. I gamely leaned over and put my hand on OH MY FUCKING GOD his stomach and ran it slowly up to the edge of SWEET MOTHER OF GOD his chest, saying, "I'm a very *tactile* person." He was incredible, but I honestly felt rather paralyzed like this. He'd deflected my kiss and my usual attentions and I felt sort of at his mercy while he asked me perfunctory questions about where I'm from originally and how my day was going. Eventually, I suppose he had "warmed up" and drunk in whatever obscure charm my schlubby body had for him, because he stood up on impossibly thick thighs and pulled down the shorts. "I have a big dick," he said fatuously, exposing a huge but flaccid dong. "Do you suck too?" When a perfect beast like this waves his meat in my face, hell yes I suck too. I slurped him up and began to wonder if he was tweaking. He made a show of saying online that he didn't do drugs other than pot, but his dick felt cold in my mouth, as did his hands. But I sucked anyway, and sucked his balls-- small for such a big man with such a big dick-- and he said he liked light slow licks. So I did as he asked. I tugged my own dick while I sucked, down there between his legs, and he said, "I love looking down watching you get hard sucking my dick," in his deep, soft, Isaac Hayes voice. And then he pulled back, saying "Let me look at you," and stood in the middle of the room, tugging his own dick while I tugged mine, and he stared. At this point I was hard and oozing and didn't care any more. I just stared back. He was amazing-- built at least as well as UltraMeat but with much better proportions, the kind that tickle something in your brain that is designed to recognize symmetric perfection. And then he got on his knees, and I watched this massive sex bomb supplant himself before me, and suck my dick too. As expected, he gave miserable head. But the mere sight of his face with my dick in it, those even, large features, dark brows, jet black beard, glittering eyes opening and closing and looking at me with sex in them, was enough to keep me hard. Occasionally I felt the back of my dickhead tap the back of his throat, but otherwise he gave me almost no stimulation inside; I have no idea where his tongue was. But the sight of him on his knees with my meat in his mouth was seared in my brain. Eventually we switched places again and I got to push my face into the perfumed garden of his hindquarters. His buttocks, so firm, supple, warm, fuzzy, and round brushed against my nose, my lips, my cheeks, and I was in heaven. He was not hugely responsive but I didn't care. I took what I wanted and he seemed happy to let me. Eventually, he turned and asked me, "Where do you want to put all that cum?" I hoped for a moment that he wasn't as committed to safe sex as he said he was online, so I said, "Wherever you want it," but he said he wanted me to shoot all over his ass. "Would you mind, when you unload, taking a video of it? Those pictures of you shooting are so hot, I want to see you shooting on me." I told him I didn't mind if he would send me a copy. "As long as you don't show my face," he said. So I continued eating out his ass, and felt my dick stiffen and straighten in my hand, so I reached for his phone and pressed play. There is something extremely arousing about seeing yourself stroke your own hard dick appear on a screen while you do it; I don't know why. It made me harder and I felt my balls expand and gush with a last press of cum production. And then I let loose all over his ass. Here is that first fantastic jet. Here is the first big splat. And in the end he made me cum so hard I spattered his whole ass, his back, and a good bit of the couch. Not bad. Afterward he stood up, checked the phone, seemed satisfied with the video, and smiled at me. I went to the bathroom to clean up, and when I came out he was still covered with my cum, but took the towel from me and wiped off. I couldn't keep my hands off him, which amused him. He claimed he had been sick all last week, was still tired, and didn't actually want to hook up today. "But I've wanted to hook up with you so bad, I couldn't say no." Ironic. "If you want to do it again, when I am more rested, it will be better. If you want to." And he said he hadn't been to the gym in two weeks, and that if he had, he'd be even bigger than he was now. We talked a bit more while I dressed and he seemed like a very nice guy; I still wondered if he was high, or if he had already hooked up with someone before I got there. I was happy to have spent an hour in the presence of a beauty like this, but I wish we had kissed more, I wish I could have gotten him on a bed and been able to lay on top of him, feel his whole body with mine. When I got home, I reminded him to send me a copy of the video. He did, saying "It's super hot damn can't wait to jack off to it man we have to do it when I'm energized with more rest. I'm a lot more sexual than your experience you'll see." Hm. Something was definitely up. Should I give him another chance? More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Ok. First of all, I know it has been far too long since I shared - I was laid off in February, and am still looking for a new position...but, a boy does need to take a break and get some cum. I went into the hood today and figured I would have a beer, catch up with some friends and just relax. After a couple of beers, I needed to drain some piss and went into the urinal. Standing there already was a bearded construction worker. They are doing some work on the street, but I don't know if he was part of that crew or just another hot horny construction worker. As I was pissing, I looked over and noticed him stroking. He was about late 40's, bearded and built with thick tree trunk legs that were stretching his Carhart pants. Immediately I just leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. He did not protest, and he leaned back a bit to let me have full access... Once I had his semi hard cock in my mouth, he started to grow. Thicker and thicker until he was a hand full - basically a good beer botttle sized cock with some hefty hairy nuts bouncing underneath. Being in the urinal, I wanted to be considerate and moved us over into the corner so that others can get in and pee. A guy started to walk in, saw the action and stepped back. I looked up and he gave me a nod to say "go for it". I went back down on the hung cock and started to stroke between deep throat swallowing. He was rock hard, and with a slight curve up, it was a perfect fit for me to take every inch. I used my hand to stroke him, and then would take his cock down to the balls. Another friend happened to walk in and started to piss. Knowing that no one was waiting, we went to town and I started to stroke his cock. I spit into my hand and kept up the stroking until he started to moan and twitch. Suddenly a thick spurt of hot spooge flew out of his cock and landed on my arm. I pulled his cock into my mouth and kept stroking. Volley after volley of more cum was flowing out. Thick, warm and so sweet. His cock throbbed with each ejaculation, and I swallowed everything I could. As his moaning and thrusting subsided, I stood up and licked the cum off of my arm. I saw more on my bicep and used my fingers to get that. Then we both exited the urinal... As I was standind near the bar, a guy walked over and said "you have a tell-tale bit on your beard". I reached up, wiped the lob of cum and licked it off my fingers. Gotta love a hot horny construction dude that needs to unload. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He'd been out of town for a bit, and I'd been traveling too. It had been months since I've played at his place - either in his bed or in his sling. I think September was our last opportunity. We have a deep bond, that goes beyond mere trick, but not quite deep enough to be more than that at the same time. We chat - in person and text -, we kiss, we joke, we fuck. More importantly, HE fucks. Me. When it comes down to it, he slides his 7" dick up my ass and fucks me in all kinds of positions. The man knows what to do with his cock like few others I've experienced. Maybe it's because he flip fucks. I mean, not so much with me, but he does take what he gives. That's admirable in a guy. I'm not as admirable, if those are the rules of engagement. I went by his place and his door was open of me. I secured it shut. While guys walking in and joining in could be hot, it would not be - at least in this neighborhood. He greeted me with a great mouth lock, and his hand taking me immediately back to his bedroom. Little foreplay, some chatter as we both took off our clothes. No pretense as to what I was here for. Or what he wanted from me. Or me from him, for that matter. I sucked him a little. He ate my hole a little. But that 7" had somewhere to be - and I wanted it. The guy can fuck. Nice and easy, hard and rough and all in between. He can pummel my ass where it actually feels good for both of us. Though something might be said about my ass being able to take dick after all this time without the look of being on the verge of pain. I welcomed the face down on the bed position. That was after I was on my back, on all fours at the edge of the bed and bent over the bed. It is me being face down he does his best work - and that's saying something. The feel of him popping into my hole and the immediate sinking all the way in. Bottoming out. With him there is not 'wait....let me get used to it' scenario. He's there to fuck. But I know that going in (though he's the one going in). I want him to feel the pleasure. He wants to feel it too. He might want me to feel pleasure to - not that he asks. But he knows, he almost has to. I kind of make noise. Lots of sounds. Grunts. Groans. Half-words, even.....and none of them are 'no' or 'stop' or 'hold on a minute'. So he keeps plugging away. As I've said in other posts, this is not a fuck for the novice. While there might be breaks here and there, mostly for position changes, these are generally 60-90 minute sessions. This was no different. We ended up with me riding his dick. With my stroking mine. You've read here most of the time I don't come during sex. Most of the times I don't want to. Most of the times they don't want me to. He does. And even if I had a thing against it, this guy earns it. The fuck he delivers, if he wants me to see me shoot my load on him, it's the fucking least I can do. Literally. He likes the way I shoot - in volume, in velocity, in intensity. Of course, he made me laugh right when I was at the edge and he said, "don't get ANY on my sheets". With his orgasm and mine and my laughing - and jerking motion - well, the first shot went over his head onto his pillow case. Most went on him, and a few went off to the side on to his sheet. But to be fair, none of his cum got on his sheets. I don't know what happened to it. It all disappeared. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... My life is pretty stressful lately and I haven't had much time to myself. What little time I did have wasn't terribly conducive to getting off. So I've been walking around since last week with slowly swelling nuts-- I could genuinely feel them getting bigger and heavier; they're not that big usually but it seems that when I don't ejaculate for long periods, they really do become like heavy, thick figs in my hand if I gently cradle them when I get out of the shower in the morning. They are swelling with salty nectar right before my eyes. I sort of like the feeling, and there is a threshold I reach where the load stored up becomes precious enough in my estimation that only the ideal cocksucker will do to drain it out. Over the weekend I did have a day to myself, and put up an ad on craigslist, something I haven't done in a long time, certainly not successfully, and included a picture of me fully clothed with just my nads hanging out of my fly-- a rather pretty thick but soft piece of meat hanging over a hairy, round, ripe, swollen, perfectly-hanging nuts. I admit the picture even turned me on a little-- like most men, I do feel a great love for my own dick. And this photo seemed to get a lot of attention, but much of it was useless for my purposes. Either the wrong attitude or not my type. One guy wrote me late at night, long after I'd given up and gone to bed, and he seemed just right: very handsome/bordering on pretty black dude, fantastic body, wrote in full sentences, had a personality even when just asking for my load, and clearly appreciated working for a voluminous ejaculate. This was the guy I wanted to squirt my hot thick semen into. It was just a matter of time. I wrote him back the next morning, telling him I was sorry to miss him, and we exchanged a few emails promising to try to hook up this week. But Sunday and Monday I knew were out. Guys are not usually very reliable if you can't hook up right away; they're hot today, and just forget tomorrow as they find someone else to chase. But this guy was pretty good, and I didn't push it too hard. I told him it would be sometime during the week, but not the next two days, and left it at that. Then yesterday late in the afternoon, when I was confident I'd have the afternoon free, I asked if he could come drain me, and he said yes. Working it all out was pretty easy, and I spent the morning feeling that delicious tension of having a surplus of semen stored up, giving me a vague bluebally feeling, but the confidence that soon a handsome dude would be parked between my thighs, sucking on those sore, blue balls and making me feel like a king. And that's what happened. The morning itself was horrible; I had to work till extremely late last night, got no sleep, and my condo board president sent me a very bitchy email about something that was his own fault. By the time the appointed hour was rolling around, I was actually feeling extremely unsexy. But the guy showed up with his cute little body wrapped up in his hip-hoppy clothes just so, and he seemed rather cool if a little… uptight? High strung? Not quite sure. But I gave him a glass of water-- "Gotta make sure I'm hydrated," he said, so I made sure-- and then told him we should get down to the business of getting my dick sucked, and he heartily agreed. We made out some and he was kind of all over the place; I wasn't sure if he was not that into me, or extremely into me, or just a flitty kind of dude. I manhandled his body, which was covered with surprisingly soft muscle in spots, and very appealing hard muscle in others, and we grappled a bit. But then I just said, "lemme just take my fucking pants off," and he said an appreciative "Ooh!" Noticing I wasn't hard, he said, "Is he ready?" and I said, "Just suck it, you'll get it hard, don't worry," and he seemed satisfied. He wanted me to sit at the edge of the bed and then he somehow wrapped himself tight around my calves-- hooked both his arms and legs around me and clung to me like a baby monkey-- and sucked my wang into his mouth and we were ON. He clearly loves sucking dick, and there is just nothing more gratifying. I admired him from that strange position for a bit, but it was hard to get comfortable there on the edge of the bed like that, so I pulled him off me, kissed him once more, and told him to get between my legs on the bed. I also barked, "Take all those clothes off," but he because *extremely* uptight at that point, almost clutching his tank top to his body, saying he hadn't "cleaned up, you know, shaved" because he didn't know he'd be getting naked. I told him I didn't care, I like natural, and I think I even said, "You be you." But all he did was take off his pants and climb up between my thighs, again curling around me tight, and sucking my dick which was now well on the way to hard and oozing. And when I was fully hard, he wrapped his whole body around my left leg, and rested his head on my left thigh like a pillow, and closed his eyes, and suckled at me with a look of utter bliss on his dark, handsome face. There is a great gratification in providing another dude with such pleasure via my dick. I never tire of watching a true cocklover romance my meat. I could feel his happiness in the intensity with which he clung to me, and in the long sucking motions he gave my tool. I enjoyed it till he got me close, then pushed him away, kissed him, and forced him down on his back. I again asked him to get naked, and he looked stricken, and I said, "Are you shy?" and he nodded, and again said something about manscaping. I wondered if he had a scar or something under there he didn't want me to see. So I let it go, and climbed on top of him in the tank top and his underwear, and pushed my body into his. He instinctively wrapped himself all around me, and in a tangle of limbs and heaving breath we pushed our bodies together and felt each other fully. He wiggled his hips a bit until my dick moved from rubbing up alongside his to sliding down between his legs, and I felt my fuckstick poking up between his asscheeks and up against the spot where his hole is. He would make a great bottom. I love fucking bottoms who wrap themselves around me like that. So intense, so close. And I *did* get close. Not wanting to cum all over his underthings, I pulled away to cool down, and he immediately dove back down to suck me more. He sucked me and lapped me with long strokes from the wrinkly skin where my balls form, all the way up my shaft, over my hot spot and up between the lobes of my dickhead, and then back down, up and down with that tongue, making me feel every inch of my dick. So good. I fucked my dick up into his mouth and he went completely slacked and let me fuck all the way into his throat wetly. This put him over the edge; he wrapped himself tightly around my legs again, pulling me into him hard, making helpless grunting noises, full of animalistic joy. I wasn't getting a lot out of the position but I kept fucking his head like that, happy to see him so into my dick. And then I pushed him back again, humped his body more, and hoped to god he'd let me fuck him raw some day. Then I got up on all fours, worked my way up to his head, and fucked my dick down into his throat from above, like doing pushups and fucking at the same time. He was in heaven; I could tell he was thinking: "My throat is a pussy, he's fucking my pussy." His arms gripped around my thighs tight, giving resistance to my thrusts and making them more intense, and I kept fucking my dick into him harder and harder till I knew I would cum. "You're going to make me shoot," I said, beginning to sweat hard and getting a gravely cast to my voice. He only gripped my thighs harder, so I kept up my fucking motions and fucked a week's worth of smut into him; it shot right out of my balls, through my tubesteak, and directly into his gullet. He squealed and squinted and gripped me even tighter, almost hurting, but I kept up the thrusting, and said, "Don't stop sucking, don't stop until I'm done, I'm still cumming," and he obeyed, and I think I shot six acrid jets into him. He loved it. When my dick stopped pulsing, I worked myself slowly into a reclining position, with him still completely attached to my meat. "You can keep sucking," I said, "just light, keep it light." And he again put his head on my thigh, resting his head there, sucking and sucking and sucking and my slowly deflating meat. If work was not so busy lately, I would have let him suck another out of me. Instead, I let him enjoy himself for another five minutes or so, stroking his face and holding his skull. And finally he let me go, and said, "That was delicious." I asked him if it was enough cum for him, and he said it was excellent. I aim to please. His cell phone started chiming incessantly and we chatted about nothing for a while. He mentioned he was writing a book; he didn't seem to have a job at the moment, I couldn't tell. He was a strange mix of open and cagey, with the tank top and the book and the kissing and everything. But he seemed satisfied, and I definitely felt clearer and lighter. Maybe I'll ask him point blank if I can fuck a load into his ass. Or maybe he's done. Who knows? But that dude loves cock, for sure. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He had one of those beards you'd see on Duck Dynasty. Long. Scraggly. Unkempt. You don't expect it to be soft as it is. You don't expect it to be soft at all. The guy was handsome and dare I say, would be extremely so, if he trimmed the beard. But I get he digs it and the growth certainly wasn't a turn-off for me. I mean, here I was, at his loft. After dark. Both of us with impure thoughts and aspirations. He opened the door and I smelled pot breath immediately. No worries - while it's not my thing, it was not overdone and it didn't seem like it would get in the way of anything we'd be doing. There was no playing around and little getting to know each other. We got right down to it. We both stripped and I was put on my knees. Sucking cock was about our only foreplay. "Mike" is more versatile than I would have thought - or wanted, but we both knew why I was there that evening. My sucking him was merely a brief introduction. In a minute I wast bent over the back of the couch that was right near the entryway. With a hit of poppers for both of us, he pushed his way up my ass. His dick wasn't large, about 6.5", but he knew how to use it, as he was very skilled. Mike wasn't going to be one of these fast in and outs and then show me the door. We played for almost two hours. Within the main room of his loft, I was on just about ever surface. Over a chair. Over that couch. On the couch. Bent over the couch from the front - kneeling on it hanging over the back. My back on the ottoman. My stomach on the same ottoman, and then kneeling on it. It shouldn't be overlooked that we used the floor too - on my knees, on my stomach, on his back with me riding him. Though I also rode that pole of flesh while sitting on his lap in that chair and on the couch. His 6.5" never lost too much hardness, though there were times we took a few minutes to recover between positions. I would eat his ass, or he would eat mine. I sucked him a few times, but he was more ass focused than wanting oral attention on his pole. Near the end we were slightly on a time line, as he did want me out of there before his partner came home. Whether the partner knew I was there or not was unclear - nor did I care (unless he did come home and would be super upset - and bigger than me). We did end the meeting with me over the ottoman, just being hammered. I've said it before, will say it now and no doubt will say it again: I love that line the fuck where the guy on top crosses where he doesn't know (or care) who is under him. We cease to be a person and more of a destination. Maybe it even goes past being a hole. Yes, the hole will take the cock. Yes, the hole will take the load. But the brain snaps a bit and all it can see it white light at the end where all they want to do is shoot. ...and I'm fucking ok with that. Afterwards, he was appreciative and even wanted to see me get off, though I declined. It's a nice gesture, but we both knew why I was there and there is no need to feel the need to do 'something' for me - even if it's watching me jack. Hopefully I'll get another invite. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here And I'm a happy little piggy. I have two hard, hung tops who are rough fuckers and also like to fist. They're both busy this weekend but normally one or the other is up for some action. I haven't told you before about Furry Guy. Most Japanese have hair in their pits and their pubes but not much more. Furry guy has hair everywhere, including his arse. Sadly he's not into sweaty pits or getting rimmed, which is a waste. He makes up for it elsewhere. He's not as long as K-boy but he's thick and always hard. And he's very athletic in the way he uses his dick. He especially likes pistoning down into me from above. We last hooked up a couple of weeks ago. He's a quiet type, hides behind a lot of hair and big glasses. With the pants and the glasses off he's lean, hot and sexy, with a little furry butt and great lips. He says he hasn't fisted many guys but he seems a natural, knows his way in and what he wants once he gets in. The first time he fisted me I found I could only take it for a few minutes – whatever he was doing, it was so intense I had to get him to pull out. This time I was determined to find a way to take it. I lasted a lot longer but I still don't have the loose hole I need to take what he wanted to give me. I'll persevere. Meanwhile things have got interesting with K-boy. Last weekend started the usual way: he wants to taste my pits (I don't shower for a day beforehand) and my pants to get himself horned up. Then he pushed me onto the bed and stuck his tongue down my throat. He wants my spit so I give it to him. This time when he's ready to fuck me he just pushes straight into my hole, no rubber. He's a sweet guy but he's merciless when he's inside me. The last half inch still hurts like fuck, and he doesn't hold back. After fucking me every which way he gets back face to face, pushes his dick back inside me and sticks his tongue down my throat. Can you feel that, he asks me. I can't, but then he smirks and I realise he's pulling his old trick. He's pissed in my hole. He makes a pig of himself there for the next half an hour: fucking me and fingering me while I have a load of his piss inside me, rimming me, kissing me. He delights in the sheer naughtiness of it. I complain that no guy has ever done this to me before. He says I'm the only guy he's ever done it with, blames me for starting it. Totally not true. Eventually I end up squatting over him and sliding down onto his dick, still raw. It's a strange but sexy sensation when a trickle of piss leaks while I'm riding him. At the end I sit on his face so he can take a lick but I'm still holding in whatever is left inside. We take a pause for a drink. He gets serious. He's worrying again that he's getting so hooked on this kinky stuff that he will lose interest in vanilla sex with other guys. When we first had that conversation I thought he was talking about the barebacking. That's still an issue, though this time he spent more time in me raw than with a rubber. I tell him I haven't barebacked since I got back from my trip, that I don't intend to, but that I will tell him if it happens. He takes this on board. I've never made that sort of commitment to another guy before. I hadn't planned this but I say more. If he's really worried about getting hooked on the kinky stuff we should go back to vanilla, or just stop having sex. I like him, I say, and I'd like to keep seeing him regardless, even if it means we're going out for a drink or a movie but not fucking. K is quiet and thoughtful. We just hold each other. I like that, just wrapping ourselves around each other, enjoying the moment. So we'll see where it goes. Apart from the fact we have great sex I just really like being with him, though we haven't spent much time together outside the bedroom. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here Last month I had a week back home. I was busy with work and friends but I had one night with Jamie. We started about 1am after he finished work. To get in the mood he started on the bottle of rum I had brought in from the duty-free. He fucked me for a while but didn't come. He was more interested in getting his fist into my hole – he hasn't been able to find anyone else to fist since I left. He's got a big hand but got into me on the first go in only a few minutes. I guess I was hungry for it too. After a bit of a break he went in again. I was more relaxed the second time round plus I was feeling piggy, seeing him after nearly a year away. I told him to go for it. We took our time but he slowly pushed in, deeper than he's been in me before. It was kinda special: he's not normally a kisser but that changes when he's drunk. So there we were, his arm in me halfway to the elbow, and he was resting on top of me with his tongue down my throat. All slow and easy but raunchy at the same time. It was one of those times when all is good with the world. When he's drunk Jamie also gets real chatty and funny. It was one of those nights. I don't remember much more except that at the end, when I knew I had to go, I got greedy. My arse was sore from having him inside me earlier but I wanted more. I told him to try to get back in there and just wreck my hole. He took a bit of persuading – he's very careful when he's got a few drinks in him – but then he got that kid-in-a-toyshop look in his eye, lubed up and got down to it. I've never loosened up to the point where he could punch fist me but he got close, before I eventually had to call a halt. Afterwards he just lay there staring at my hole in disbelief – he can't believe he got this lucky – fingering me and telling me to keep pushing out. I dragged myself back to the hotel just before dawn. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here The big black cock came back the next day. Just like I said - he called the next day, asked if I knew who it was and wanted another meet-up. He has 9+", who the fuck was I to say "no"? This time I was ready with the lube, the poppers and the plug. I wasn't assuming we'd do the same thing, but better to be ready than scramble at the last minute. He walked in like he owned the place. He was familiar now. With me. With the space. Though in reality he wasn't that familiar, he had the confidence to act like he did. That's just as important. All his clothes came off this time, except his hat, glasses and chains around his neck. Don't ask me why, but I hope he never takes off those - they make him look hot and confident in that way. That big black stick was shaking in the wind. Hanging there so long, so heavy. Waiting to fill up with blood so it could become rigid. Of course I helped him along. I knelt and took that massive pole in my hand. Even soft, he was bigger than most guys are when erect - in length and girth. He responded to the touch - as he started thickening and straightening. He grew to full size as it went into my mouth. "Girls find it easier to take if their heads hang off the bed", he said. The implication was clear. Soon, I was taking it all the way down, but not without a struggle. Not without my air being cut off by that massive black rod. My eyes watering. Me wanting to gasp for breath. You could see the twinkle in his eyes when he'd get that reaction. "You like it rough". It wasn't a question. He plugged my face for several more minutes, always allowing me to catch my breath at what was seemingly the last possible second. He had me scoot back on the bed and then knelt next to me. More feeding. And like last time, the creep of his body until his ass was over my face. I ate it. No words. No question. The guy (still no name) told me to insert the butt plug again. I did. He stood there between my legs, again, and watched. "You want fucked. Got a rubber?", he said and asked. I did want and did not have. "I only fuck safe.". Fair enough. He still had me push that plug in and pull it out. "Roll over". I did. On my belly. He didn't put it in me, but started rubbing that dark meat at my hole. Then he slapped my hole with it. I could feel the heat emanating from his flesh. He'd stroke his dick between hitting me with it. Touching me with it. He also, I found out, was applying some lube to it as well, for his stroking. And slapping. And apparently, inserting. As with one thrust, he buried his bare black cock halfway up my ass. So much for "only safe". No lies - it hurt. He's big He is HUGE. It hurt. I caught my breath. I grimaced, not that he could see my face. I'm sure the tension in my body said it all. "You said you liked it rough". Whether I did nor did not, his statement before wasn't a question, so I didn't reply with a yes or no. I guess my lack of response was a yes. I did not ask for 'slow down' or 'easy', as I knew that would be futile on my part. This wasn't a man for compromise or negotiation. I've learned a few things over my years. His hands were on either side of my torso, supporting himself for his fuck. HIS fuck. Not mine. Not ours. This was his and his alone. It is doubtful this was the first fuck he'd delivered like that - to man or woman. He was too skilled at what he was doing. "Reach back and pull your cheeks apart". I did. No questions. He pulled out saying he couldn't cum in me. Then proceeded to squirt his load onto my hole. After that he pushed it in with his cock. This is a hot movie technique for sure, but for his 'safe' issues and not wanting to cum in me, I'm not sure of the purpose. He still had his raw cock in me, he still delivered his load. Either way, I got it all. No words exchanged as he went to clean up. A few words exchanged on the way out the door and that was it. He called two days later. More...

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To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Now and again, one might get themselves into situations they'd rather be free from - literally and figuratively. The guys on-line who are flaky, scary, annoying and just dicks are one thing. There is usually a block feature for those. It is the seemingly normal ones you don't know are freaks until you're with them. I had been chatting with a guy on Recon. I mention the site because that site does tend to have an edgier client base. I'm ok with that. Edgy is fine. Perverted is fine. Psychotic, is not. His profile seemed normal. Our chat seemed normal. Though he told me if there was anything I wanted to party with, I had to bring it. I clarified I do NOT party and if he did that was fine, but it's not my scene. He claimed he does not party - or not during work days. That should have been my red flag, but I ignored it. He wanted to be worshipped. I can deal with that in a masculine man too. His pictures looked more than decent. I opted to travel. The house he claims was "a nice one" might have been after Jeffrey Dahmer had fallen on hard times. On the outside it was fine, on the inside, well...........it was dark. It was cold. He certainly rarely picked up after himself. Mind you - what I'm writing is all in retrospect, so my thoughts going in versus while there versus after the fact won't be consistent. My final memories are going to prevail. So when you think of why I was there, try to think of the before. ..even the during. He greeted me at the door, in what would be an elaborate wearing of several pairs of underwear. Tight boxer briefs, compression shorts, a wrestler singlet and a thong. He told me of his fetish, but I never imagined multiple pairs at a time. "Grab my bulge". I did. It felt nice and firm. Of course at this point I still don't know about the padding of multiple layers. It was a series of stand up, kneel, touch this, touch that. Yes Sir. No Sir. Thank you Sir kind of things. Done right, this can be a hot scenario. Done wrong, it can be icky. Done creepy, it can be threatening - at least on some levels. It was a combination of the last two. Curtains were drawn, I was stripped down. Soon, I had shackles on my wrist. And while I think he thought they were secure, a blind, deaf and mute Houdini could have gotten out of them if needed. The man liked to be close. But the man was not like his pictures - maybe at one time. But for his not being a drug user (at least on weekends), something about him reeked of meth - and not just his complex chronic halitosis. ...there was nothing simple about that. He was hoping at some point that I would be his 'boy'. His 'slave'. He even walked me through his kitchen and said, 'when' (not if) you are my boy, you'll be doing my dishes. Dishes that clearly had not been done for weeks. Tons of them, stacked - and he allegedly lived alone. I half expected to see cockroaches. I might be a sub guy, but I'm not slave material. My backbone is far too strong to bend that way. Clearly he thought otherwise. He talked about how he'd like to shave every hair off my body. He tried to talk down to me - and I let him think he was, but he didn't have the skill for it. Not like the think he did. This man was all about ill conceived notions of himself - that he was smarter, better looking and more dominant than he was. IF he could have gotten hard, he would have had a beautiful cock. But he couldn't get hard - or keep hard. Maybe I wasn't a turn on to him (I hope I wasn't). But I'm going back to that he was a meth user and those fuckers just can't do anything with their dicks when they're high. But back to the talking down to - a good dom man can do it and cut to the quick. He can make you feel degraded while giving you a hard-on at the same time. He said he was tough as nails and nothing I could say or do would ever bother him. And while this guy's words were mean - to and about me - they weren't resonating within me. "You're a loser - no one will ever love you". Then he asked me if I ever had suicidal thoughts - and if so, how he'd like to show me how to cut myself with a razor blade so there'd be no saving me. ...and how messy it would be....and how he'd want to see the mess. It was then I planned my departure / escape. I'd been thinking about it anyways, but now I had to enact it. I slipped into the conversation that a "good boy" always leaves notes where he is going, especially if he doesn't know his host. I also mentioned having to be somewhere at a certain time, which was coming up just about......now. This threw him off guard enough to start to look for his phone in the mess that was his house. I offered to help. That got me out of the restraints by him, so I could let him feel in control. I said I'd get my phone to call his so it'd ring. But instead I got my pants and shirt on and slipped on my shoes without tying them. With my phone in my back pocket, I told him I left it in the car...and I had to be going anyways. The man still had MY underwear - don't ask - and I told him to keep it. He said he planned to anyways. I made a beeline for the car and got the fuck out of there. I wasn't three miles away when he messaged me on Recon when I'd be coming back. I was driving, but thought about spelling out NEVER. I just kept driving. Telling this story to a sex-like buddy, he confirmed I put myself in harms way. And going forward, we would use each other for providing locations of where we are going.....you know......in case. To get one jab in to this loser - I did message him back, since he said nothing I could say or do would hurt him. I told him he needed to stop doing met and see a dentist and periodontist immediately, as his breath was like death. Oddly, I didn't get a response. So, this is my cautionary tale. Or as it was put to me, my 'cautionary tail'. ...though this guy didn't get near my tail. 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Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... So, I had an 8 load weekend. I think guys are getting all anxious for spring, and with the moon getting toward full—- well, so was my ass. Friday evening I took two loads in my gym steam room. There were only 3 of us in there, and we had an uninterrupted span of about 8 minutes. Guy #1 is a slightly chubby Latino dude with a fat dick. He’s fucked me before at the gym, but we were interrupted. This time he finished. He started by playing with my ass while the other guy worked my nips. Then he are my ass to get me wet. Then it was shove and pump. I took it like a champ, and the other guy was our cheerleader while we fucked. Soon enough Latino guys breath gets all shuddery and he groans as he unloads. Some more thrusting then he pulls out and exits the steam room with a smack on my ass. Guy #2 is older and uncut. He’s been jacking and watching the festivities. He stands up and says “I’m close”. I bend over and he shoves in. Within seconds he’s injecting load #2. Load #3 was from an Italian buddy of mine. 7” and beautiful cock. I woke up horny (even though I had a 3 way planned for 1pm) and found the Italian online. 10 minutes later he’s over and pounding my hole. When he came, I actually felt the liquid heat fill my ass. He came a LOT! Loads 4 & 5 came courtesy of an older couple from my gym. Thanks to the cialis I took, I was rock hard and they took full advantage of my condition by taking turns riding my dick. Then they took turns fucking me. The best part was the bigger of the two (full 8.5” thick cock) decided he wanted to stretch me a bit more, so he wore this rubber dick sheath toy thing. It made him even thicker (like he needs it!) and he pounded my hole while wearing it. Thank god for the prelubing of my hole from the Italian! The rubber sheath had a conveniently split tip so his head popped out. He loaded me up while wearing it and managed to fuck a nice load out of me at the same time. Load #6 was from another guy at my gym. After taking those 3 loads, I went to the gym for a workout. While in the sauna afterward, I ran into a big dick guy that I’d flirted with before. He followed me out of the gym and I said, “you should cum over and fuck me.” He said “okay”. So we did. I rode his curved 7” dick til he put another load of cum inside me. After he left, I thought to myself that I was probably done taking cock. But then later Saturday evening I jumped on Scruff, and a 24 yo kid that I’ve let fuck me before was at a bar not far from my house. He asked if he could drop his load in me again…. Hell, why stop now, huh? He came over, and in his semi-drunk condition he fucked me doggy for like 30 minutes until he came. It wasn’t a great fuck— no finesse— but it loaded me up even more, so….. About 4 am I dropped a LOT of swimmers off at the pool. I woke up Sunday morning and was STILL horny, so I jumped online. A guy I’ve had sex with before was on A4A and we started chatting. He is normally a bottom pig like I am, but he said he was in a topping mood. But he was looking for a long session. I told him to cum over. He’s a little, stocky cub of a guy with great legs and a broad, 6.5” dick. It’s really thick side to side, with a big, meaty head. We kissed and sucked and played— and then he fucked me. He fucked me for 1.5 hours solid. Not pounding, but he was long dicking me the whole time. All the way out—- then all the way in. My poor hole was begging for mercy and yet he wouldn’t cum. It took some very dirty talk and a lot of anal squeezing before he finally launched load #8 inside me. It was definitely a hot fuck, and it put the exclamation point on my weekend. I don’t think I need sex again now for at LEAST a few days! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I shot what felt like a very vigorous, healthy, forceful load down the throat of a little whisp of a dude who's been after me for a good while. This was the runner-up cocksucker from my rains-and-pours day a while back. He was annoyed that I chose someone else over him, and yet kept coming back to me once he saw me on Scruff: first with "Hey jerk" then repeated attempts to suck my dick despite being annoyed. I seriously tried but I am not endlessly available to ejaculate in your mouth; invariably when he hit me up I was not free, nor was he when I hit *him* up. Eventually he told me he'd lost interest, and I told him it was fine, I would leave him be. And then there he was again this morning, asking if I was horny. I had a standing offer from the Very Handsome German Nut-Drainer, who hit me up too early for me to be free, and told me he was off today. But I am always desirous of spreading my seed far and wide, so I gave this new kid a chance. But dude is very high-strung… I juiced him up nicely, but I'm kinda sorry I didn't give my load to the German, now. When the Cranky Cocksuckin' Kid hit me up, my partner was still here eating lunch and I was about to make my own. I figure he felt blown off, and didn't answer my last question to him about how long he would be around for. I knew I had a sure thing in the German so I made a leisurely lunch and did some more work and, once my partner had left for the day, went back to Scruff and told him I had the place free. He wanted me to come to him. Fine enough; he was just on the other side of the (very large) neighborhood. But then he was extremely impatient, telling me to come now (I wasn't even dressed and needed to brush my teeth), asking if I'd left yet, asking if I was going to take a cab or the subway, telling me about the complicated arrangements to get into the building, asking if had left, telling me to text when I was close by, telling me to text whether the door was open or not, asking if I was close. I started to think he was high or something. I drove over, thinking it would save time over the subway, but there were trucks and construction everywhere, and was just peppered nonstop by this crap. I almost sent him a testy reply, but figured, well, maybe he's just very excited about finally getting my dick. I got to his building, lucked out with parking right nearby, and the door was indeed open, so I went up to his floor. He had opened the door and popped his head out really quickly. I went through and he was doing that weird hiding-behind-the-door thing that some dudes do. He came out and was not even naked, so God knows what was up with that. He looked pretty cute, and was much smaller than I expected. He would be really fun to fuck! He smiled pleasantly and didn't seem anything like his texting persona; he moved slowly and I could tell, by the way the room reeked of incense, that he'd probably been toking up before I got there. Who knows. I took off my shoes and jacket and made minor small talk and then leaned in to kiss. He turned his face away, and I asked, "You don't kiss?" and he shook his head "No", and I held his chin still and leaned in a little closer, and said a little firmly, "You sure?" and he again said, "No. Is that a problem?" I let him go, shrugging and unbuckling my belt and saying, "You'll just have to get me hard with your mouth, then." And I pushed him to his knees and he sucked me in and he did indeed get me pretty hard. He actually gave very nice head, but honestly it's just not much fun when there is nothing going on but head on my dick. We moved to the bed and he laid on his back with his head off the edge and I fucked his mouth a bit, and admired his tiny little body and very hairy legs, but this position doesn't do much for me. I considered briefly climbing on top of him, overpowering him, grinding into him, and sticking my tongue down his throat; he was so small I could honestly snap him in two. But I'm not really that kinda guy, so I just said, "Let me up there, get between my legs." He obeyed and I got in position and he knelt before my manhood and sucked me back fully hard. I liked touching his little body and he had a thick head of jet-black, semi-curly hair. But again it was just too one-note. With no real reason to prolong this meagre pleasure, I just let him suck me to the brink, allowed myself to hang there for a few long seconds, and then just let my genitals take over. My rod lengthened and thickened and hardened and I said, "You're going to make me cum," and he kept doing exactly what he was doing and I felt the cum jet out. Oddly, this was one of the most intense and pleasant ejaculations I've had in a good while-- maybe because it was so localized between my legs and not spread out all over my body, all through my bones and muscles and flushed skin. The entire orgasm was concentrated in the tubes that were now ejecting the sperm from my body into his. He kept sucking me and I kept shooting and I felt like I was going to have one of those small secondary orgasms right there in his mouth. But it too subsided, and he let me pop out of his mouth, asking very absurdly, "Did you cum?" I laughed incredulously, and said "You didn't feel that??" And he shrugged and said "Yeah I did but I wanted to ask," and then he put my dick back in his mouth and kept sucking my fat dickhead and stroking himself for a while longer. I let him enjoy my meat a bit, but figured I should just get out of there and come back to work. So I patted him on the belly, told him "Not bad, not bad," and got out of bed and started putting on my clothes. He stretched on the bed and said "Now I can get on with my day." I guess he had been jonesing all morning and gotten nowhere way over there in his outpost of gay Brooklyn on a Monday. So many guys out there are like this; all about one thing, no kissing, no connection, no involvement. It was kind of fun to have someone who is good at what he does get me from limp to hard to spurting out goo in ten minutes or so like that-- a fascinating feat of oral alchemy, turning noodles into spooge-- but I can't imagine a steady diet of this. But hey… now *I* can get on with *my* day, too! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... A 22 year old Turkish kid with a rather sexy beard hit me up ceaselessly on Mister, Grindr, *and* Scruff for weeks, but said he would never fuck raw, and was after me again today, and the big hairy bottom ape in town who said he wanted to fuck today was AWOL, and it's a pretty day, and I like guys who are very into my dick, and any day is a good day to get off, and Fridays are hard to hook up on anyway, and he lives in the neighborhood, so I said, what the hell, come over and make me cum, and he came over, and I ate his ass and he sucked my dick and I humped his young little body and I started cumming so I grabbed my dick and watched it drip a trail of frustrated, held-back first spurts of my orgasm all over his body as I lumbered mindlessly to his head, and I stuck it in his mouth, and he sucked the head, and I ejaculated the rest down his throat and he swallowed it and I went AAAAAH. That is all. Well, not totally. He' said online he had a foot fetish, and guys with fetishes often make me wary because I feel like they're more into the fetish than anything else, but he seemed cool about it. He did not go for my feet when he got here, but he liked it when I grabbed his while I was on top of him. And after he swallowed all my goo, proclaiming it delicious, he asked me for some lube to jerk off with. I gave him some and he worked at himself a good bit-- he had never gotten fully hard to be honest-- while I lay beside him licking his nip and sticking my finger up his hole. I really wanted him to be happy and get off too, but it looked like this wasn't going to work, despite his yelps and my strategic poking at his gland. So all I did was put my foot on his, and slowly slide it up his calf to his thigh, and suddenly I felt his prostate swell like crazy-- that was very entertaining-- and he moaned and moaned and shot cum all over himself. Nice! I suppose fetishes come in handy sometimes. Ridiculously, he wouldn't let me fuck him raw, but he let me stick my cummy finger in him to massage his gland and make him cum. In fact he forced it in there. Oh well, who among us sex-crazed nut-jobs is rational. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... So after yesterday's intense suck-and-grindfest, my dick was feeling a little sore. I am *hoping* to fuck my load into a big hairy ape of a bottom who I've been chasing for a year or so on various apps tomorrow. So while I felt pretty horny today, I wanted to sort of preserve my tender meat for what is sure to be an onslaught tomorrow, if it happens-- the dude's ass, like his whole body, is covered with thick black hair. Frequently in the past year or so I've gotten myself into the mood just to suck a big, beautiful dick, preferably one attached to a handsome, hairy, bearded guy. I'm kind of picky about dicks. Many of them are really just not pretty to me. When a dick looks good, it looks mighty good. When there is anything wrong with it, no matter how big it is, I couldn't care less about it. These cocksucking moods are pretty frustrating, because most of the dicks on display online are just not that appetizing to me. Or they are attached to very short guys, which I'm not too interested in blowing (but I will gladly fuck them silly). When I *do* find a good guy with a good dick, or one who is hot enough that maybe I won't care so much about his dick, he's so far out of my league that I just get ignored. Today on a4a I found a guy whose profile I've cruised a few times. He lists himself as a few years older than me, has pictures showing a nice, naturally meaty physique on a rather slender frame, west-coast hair and a really nice, partly-hard schlong, supposedly 8" long. He claims he's "not into average", is versatile/top, and is all about the safe-only thing, so I never really hit him up before. But today, I thought, what the hell. I offered him no-recip head for as long as he wanted it. I even fancied that maybe I'd leave all my clothes on, not even beat off, build up a big load in my nuts, and drink this surfer-dude's load but save mine, and then shoot mine into the ape-bottom tomorrow. I do love to suck dick so this wasn't *hugely* far-fetched. Surprisingly, he was into it, despite my being wholly average indeed, and I thought, this ought to be fun, I haven't done this since I was in my 20s! Suckin dudes off! I ran over there thinking of the pleasure I would take in feeling my testicles swell with unreleased semen production, and how much fun it would be to let it all loose tomorrow in the bottom. But this is me... About 50 minutes later my raw dick was buried to the balls in this genuinely beautifully hung dude's ass while he beat that giant fuckstick of his to orgasm and then watched helplessly as I fucked myself to the edge of mine, only whimpering, "Don't cum in there." I just can't help it! Even when I *want* to be a submissive cocksucker, I'm gonna end up on top. It started out harmlessly enough. Perhaps predictably, when he opened the door, he was older than he'd said online. The full, plump musculature was gone; he was probably well into his 50s and had begun to lose that tone. His face was much thinner for sure. I'd texted him on my way out, asking him to wear some tight briefs if he had them, and so he was wearing some; they weren't very sexy (strange, maybe euro-style boxer briefs that were way too gay for me) but they DID show off an ample package-- his long dick was distorting the fly in a truly tell-tale way-- and an ass that did not seem to suffer the same fate as the rest of his musculature; it was quite peachy and round, in fact. I kissed him and ran my hands over the briefs. He liked to kiss and was one of those guys who kind of goes into a weird trance during sex. He went into his trance and I felt him up, especially the tubesteak, which was at the beautiful only-half-hard state that I really love to encounter them in. So I felt happy. We went to his bedroom and I got to my knees and started my work. I gave him the kind of attention I like paid to my own dick, which honestly I don't often get. I'm not sure if everyone is greedy, or thinks tops are impatient, but I like for a guy to get to know me a bit before he takes me into his mouth at all. So I got to know the guy. Pull briefs down only to reveal pubes; smell them, graze them with my nose and lips, let briefs back up, stroke over the fabric and down his legs and up the inside. Feel the meat in the briefs react, hear the breath quicken. And when you do pull the briefs all the way down, don't go for the prize. Go for the nuts, suck the hairy nuts into your mouth, let the dong bump against your face, rub your face in it, only graze the length with your lips, let him have something to anticipate, let him know it's all about his dick, let him feel each stage and be tense for the next. And don't just hoover the meat when it's finally time. Build up to it and let him know how it's going to be. If when you slide it into your mouth and over your tongue, his dick hasn't hardened in a fast jolt just from being teased, suck it in and slide your tongue around the head and down the front of the shaft and it will get plenty hard for you. No rushing. And that's how it was. He was firm but not totally there until I steadied myself and took his entire length down my throat and buried my nose in his pubes. Then I felt it magically become completely rigid-- an absolutely beautiful straight shaft. He wasn't 8", of course; almost no one is and everyone thinks guys are. But he had a true two-handed erection, well over 7", and it looked huge on his big frame. Any more length and I would not have been able to take it all the way to the base. Any thicker and it would have been uncomfortable to open my mouth for it. It was a great dick for sucking. His precum was extremely salty but otherwise pleasant to taste-- you really knew he was enjoying himself, you could taste his pleasure. I sucked him like this, with all my clothes on, for a good while, and then slowly stripped article by article of clothing till I was just in my own briefs. He kept raising his legs high off the bed so on a visit to his nuts I let my tongue glide over his asshole. His whole body electrified. His hole was very open, very wet, very slick-- a great ass for fucking but not my favorite for eating; it was very much like a pussy down there. But he clearly liked it, so I licked all around, the taint and the balls and the area between his thighs and his groin, and then I gave him my tongue, and damn if he didn't suck it into him, like a small wet dick. And that's when the switch was thrown and the blowjob turned into a fuck. I pulled off my briefs; my dick was hard and oozing and feeling that in my hand while my tongue was buried in his hole was too much. I stood up and pulled off my watch and my socks as well, to be completely naked and show him my hopelessly chunky, average body, and then climbed on top of him, laid my dick alongside his, pushed his hand away, barked out "Put your arms around me", and when he instantly obeyed I bucked against him, pushing him into the bed with all my weight, and let him know how things were going to be from now on. Of course, he had only said he was "top/versatile" online-- I originally searched for total tops but I guess they really are pretty rare here in NYC-- but this movement of my body put him completely into the bottom mindset, as surely as grabbing a kitten by the scruff of its neck turns it into a limp, submissive rag. I easily slipped a finger into his hole while I pounded against him and fingered what felt like an extremely large prostate. I felt his dick strain against mine when I did it. His insides were so slick and inviting. I knew I was going to put my bare dick in him, and he was going to like it. I just needed to work on him a little longer. I switched back and forth between manhandling his body from a dominant position and sliding off the bed, onto my knees, to suck on his truly magnificent cock. When I straddled him and rubbed them together, I admired all that meat in my hand, and said, "Yours is longer… but mine is fatter." "Yeah!" he said with glittering eyes. "Let me feel that fat cock!" and he stroked my dick and we made out and he asked me to finger his ass some more. Slowly I worked my way into him. First just teasing him with the back of my cockhead. My fingers, my tongue. Once he had enjoyed all these things there was just that one last step. I had my dick against his hole in a wholly ambiguous way: could be just teasing, could be demanding entry. He wiggled in a way that could only be read as an invitation to go in. I slid into him fairly easily-- my saliva was so mixed with his precum that it made an ideal lubricant-- and I fucked him with half my dick, rather tentatively. He stared hard at me while I did this, then tossed his head back, groaned, and then pushed me off his body. I went back down to his groin and sucked him some more, and then got back on top of him, and his legs flew back in a reflexive submissive gesture. We did a few rounds of this-- he would let me put in half, he would let me fuck him for a few delicious strokes, then signal I had to get out. But then finally, he gave in. "Stick it in me," he said, almost like he was daring me to do something I was afraid to do, like he was calling me out. I clearly am no chicken. I stuck it in him. I fucked him with all my inches, and he was writhing crazily, twisting and twisting the head of his big long dick, and then I felt him spasming all around me, and saw impressive fat blobs of cum appear all over his body. I took this cue to step it up so I could cum too-- I fucked him hard and fast, eyeing him with a steely gaze to let him know I was going to use his body to get off and not to push me off again. All he croaked was, "Don't cum in there," and I didn't-- I just jackhammered him until my nuts levitated into my trunk and then I pulled out and let it rip. The first jet went over his head; the second landed on his cheek and neck; the rest splatted in the viscous pools of his own orgasm. He was seriously covered with goo. I laughed and said, "This was supposed to be a blowjob!" I climbed off the bed, holding my slimy dick, and told him I needed to wash it off. He told me where the bathroom was, and then muttered, "You are a talented guy." I didn't know if he meant the cocksucking or the fucking but I took the compliment graciously. He asked me a bit about my neighborhood-- unlike many Manhattanites he's actually come to Brooklyn and knew a couple of the events that go on in my hood, so we talked about that a bit-- and then he wanted to show me the art and maps on his walls. He was very talky and a little spacey; I don't think he was high, I just think he's from California. I pulled my clothes on, made appropriate ooh and ahh sounds at the stuff he showed me, and then honestly praised his beautiful dick, and thanked him for inviting me over. And then off I went. Ah well, I tried! It leaves me wanting to suck a dude off even more-- exactly the right kind of guy, and really only suck him, and really swallow his cum (something I never do, but the right kind of guy can cum down my throat all he wants). But dudes just gotta get my dick in them, damn it. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here "Let me look at the pussy that I'm going to eat". So said the man with the magic tongue. Another cold night. Another itch at my hole that I needed licked. And scratched. Of course by 'scratched', I mean fucked. Hard. But for now, I was on the back of his bed, my legs spread and pulled back. Exposing my hairy pucker for the man who was just standing there - looking. Admiring. Waiting. Contemplating. Then he went to his knees, his face in front of that hole. My hole. His hole....at and for the moment. His magic was still apparent. The second go-around was just as intense as that first time. That tongue - and maybe just a light brushing of fingers? - was fucking beautiful to my ass. His ass - for the moment. He was the maestro. I was his instrument. ....though he would use his baton on me shortly. I think he was down there for 10 minutes. I would have been happy if I didn't get fucked (ok - that might be a lie) and he just stayed down there for my entire visit. I have never known such oral pleasure as this. At least on the receiving end. But we both know I liked that eating out, but that's not what I was there for. That's not what he invited me over for. He had 7.5" that needed taken care of, and not with my mouth. No - he wanted hole. My hole. My ass. While he lubed himself up, he slowly and deliberately stroked his cock hard. "Play with yourself for me". I went to reach for my dick and he said. "no........down there....." Like a 16 yo girl in the back seat of the quarterback's car, I took two fingers and rubber them over my asshole. I teased the hole, the lips. I rubbed it as if I had a clit. All the while looking right at him as he looked right at my hand / ass action. He was bone hard now. He stepped closer. No words, I moved my hand. He pushed in....one deep hard push, right to the bottom. I groaned, naturally. I mean, I was being filled up with a decent sized cock - and all at once. But it was a good groan. It was a good way to be filled - a right way. He'd been here before, he knew what he could do, or better yet, what he thought he could do. He went right away to pumping. There was no rest for me. No acclimation period. He wanted to fuck and he was going to. But I wanted to be fucked, so it worked out for both of us. The guy is good with his dick. Not quite as good as he is with his tongue, but those are two very different instruments. Yet, he's skilled - whether he cared if I liked it or not. He seems to care about if I'm enjoying myself, until, well you know, he gets closer to cumming. Then just like every other guy in the history of man, it is all about himself. And I am TOTALLY on board with that. I'd say the fuck lasted 15 minutes. Me on my back the entire time as he sawed in and out of me. I loved seeing his face as he got close. There was that look for fighting the impending orgasm or just letting it go and finishing. The finishing won out. He buried his bone and let loose his hot load up my ass. It was a good go-round. I just need go get over there again. He has me won over with that tongue of his. ...and his cock. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I spent a long, hot hour tangled up with a meaty asian guy who sucked my dick like he was starving and kept begging me to stay longer. He was also high as a kite-- because I was in Chelsea, of course, and everyone in Chelsea is on drugs. I was working in a coffee shop in the neighborhood because I had an errand to run there at the end of the day. I initially ignored his overtures after he announced he loved "sucking dick and being a boTtom" (ugh), but as the hour of my errand grew closer and I wasn't getting any other good offers, I decided to give him a try. I'm not usually into smooth guys but his body was very nicely built, and he had large handsome features and said his nipples were extremely sensitive. I tried to scare him off by saying I like guys with stamina who will suck my dick for as long as I say without getting bored or tired, but this only made him relentless; he asked how long I had, said he wanted as much time with my dick as possible, asked even before I got there if I could spend more than the hour I promised him (I couldn't), and I decided to give him a try. And he certainly drained my nuts dry, though I came all over his body in thick, gooey streaks that completely coated his belly and chest. I got to his place and it was very dark inside; he was sort of hiding behind the door as he let me in because he was already naked. He wanted me to leave my shoes outside but I didn't hear him at first and dragged my filthy shoes halfway across his living room, like a bestial long-nose. I took them off and felt him up a bit-- he really was beautifully shaped, if not ripped; his shoulders were fantastically wide and thick, and his nipples were fleshy as pinky fingers on his well-defined chest. I took a quick leak and came out and kissed him and touched his body-- he kissed very, very nicely but was pretty spacey already; I assume he had already started the drugs before I got there. He pulled out my dick and sucked on me greedily, but with perfect suction and tongue action; I knew he'd have me hard as a rock in no time. He asked me again how much time I could give him. I repeated that it would be an hour, and he seemed both excited and disappointed. And then he wanted to go smoke his pipe. I pulled off all my clothes and lay in the bed with my legs open and my dick hanging down, and watched him bend over the low table and manipulate all the paraphernalia. It was quite dark in the room and he bent over the flames and it lit up the front of his body. I thought, what the fuck am I doing here. But it was weirdly also like some kind of religious rite, the care he was putting into this nonsense. A religious rite or something *****ic. Finally smoke rose over his head and he put the stuff away and took a big drink of water, and slid up to me, kissed me again, and then went down to my dick and sucked me back into him. And as I had expected, he managed to coax a firm, throbbing erection out of me in barely a minute. And sucking on his nips was like manipulating a whole other set of fleshy, responsive sex organs. He liked gentle flicks, he licked heavy sucking, he liked being chewed a bit, he liked it all. His body was both slender and extremely meaty, so grinding into him had me repeatedly feeling like I would cum. His asshole was very, very tight. I did manage to work a finger in, and I simultaneously stroked his prostate and sucked hard on his nip and he writhed against me and clutched me to him and told me I was sexy and driving him crazy. And I liked that. And then he wanted more drugs. Again I watched him and wondered, what the fuck is the matter with me. He twirled the end of his pipe in the flame and breathed in and a cloud appeared over his head, and he said in his slow way, "Have you ever done this?" "Nnnnnnnnope," I said. "I don't do drugs." "Nothing?" he asked, almost incredulous. "All-natural," I said. "I was just curious," he said, perhaps worried I would run off thinking he was going to try to get me high. He came over and wanted to lie beside me and kiss and hold my dick and let me flick his nips. So we did. "Are you, like, undetectable?" he asked. "I'm negative, actually," I said, and he seemed surprised. "Are you on PrEP? I take a pill a day." I told him I was not. "Just still negative after all these years," I said. I felt vaguely weird, being lectured on keeping myself healthy by a crackhead. But he quit talking and sank back into the bed as I sucked his thick lips and then chewed his chest. "I love getting fucked raw," he began again. "I'm addicted. It's so good." I told him I wanted to fuck him. And we went back to doing what we were doing, but I knew his ass was too tight for my dick today. His body felt so good to buck against that I was dying to get inside him. We kept trying to force my rock-hard dick in, and occasionally I felt I was grazing into him gently, only to be pushed back out. But eventually I gave up, and just let him suck me, and manhandled him, and rubbed my dick all over his, which was, predictably, limp from all the drugs. But he was still in heaven. He went back down into my groin and sucked me till I was dizzy. But I began to worry about how late it was; the opium-den atmosphere there made it feel like I had somehow lost days pressed up against his skin. While he inhaled my dick like my nuts were full of life-force, I nimbly stretched my foot over to the coffee table, where my watch was lying, and managed to pick it up with my toes without disturbing his idyll in my pubic area. I clicked on the light in the watch face. Almost an hour was gone. I could go a bit longer, and push the errand back maybe fifteen minutes, but I'd have to draw this to a close. I told him gently that time was almost up. He kept saying no, no, why, where do you have to go. He told me he loved my dick and wanted more. But I told him I had to go soon, feeling vaguely like I was talking to a child. And I pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top of him one last time, and we both sweat profusely as I manhandled his body and he held his hands against my hairy chest and stared into my face. And then I popped all over him. He stared at my pearly secretions with a kind of awe, and finally said, "So much cum. So much cum. Imagine if it was inside me." I just smiled beatifically into his face. He stroked my chest and then held my biceps and said, "You're so sexy, you're so sexy." I've heard it enough now that I don't instinctively recoil, and just smiled again indulgently. "Lie down beside me for just five minutes," he said tenderly, with great longing. But I told him I had to get up and rinse off and go. And I got off the bed before he could suck me back into his drugged-out endless bliss. He got up after me, found me a clean towel, and got into the shower with me. My ejaculate was still clinging thickly to his body as he stood beside me in the dry end of the shower; he honestly looked beautiful covered with my orgasm. I rinsed and just admired him. He kept saying I was sexy and asked if I would come back. I told him I would, and then said, "Let's switch places, so you can wash off, and I can dry off." And he got under the water and my goo slid down his body, and I dried off and got dressed. When he got out of the shower he was back to his phone, presumably scanning for someone else to fuck. I got myself composed, gave him one last kiss, and went out. It was pouring rain. I did my errand, which was mercifully close to his place, and then ran to the subway, soaking wet from the sweat my body was still pumping out, despite the quick shower, and the rain. I grabbed a croissant and ran into the subway. A train was just leaving so I rushed to it, sweating even more. I ate the croissant while the train lurched through the tunnel, chewing it out of the bag it was in so flakes didn't fly everywhere. A nattily-dressed, handsome black dude with nerdy glasses watched me closely, looking a little appalled. I realized at that point that I'd never actually eaten on the subway before. After living in DC for fifteen years, where eating on the Metro is strictly forbidden and you will seriously get a ticket for it, I felt completely illicit. And then ridiculous. I just spent an hour ejaculating all over a dude with a crack pipe, trying to force my naked dick into his guts, and a croissant on the subway is what made me truly feel I was transgressing. I thought back to the Beautiful Rebound guy, who was so annoyed and disgusted with all the guys on BBRT who are high and want to get high and will only fuck others who are high. I guess you have to be nuts or high to constantly fuck strangers without a condom. I guess I'm nuts. More...