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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today dudes continue to throw themselves at me at every turn-- I wonder if it's the phase of the moon? The tall, lanky, brilliant cocksucker that I slipped my raw bone in without permission is back in town, and he wants another piece of me. Ultra Meat is after me, too, since I told him I just got a negative HIV test and texted him a picture of the result. He claimed he wanted me to fuck him yesterday and said he would be here in a half an hour, but he chickened out at the last minute. Today I wanted to juice up a 29 year old across the neighborhood who offered his tight slim body to me on adam4adam, but timing didn't work out; when I was finally free from work responsibilities, he was no longer around. Luckily, at just that moment, the sad, boy-faced hot body I inseminated back around New Years cruised my profile on BBRTs. He'd changed his nickname before I could buddy list him so I lost track of him, and I had just been thinking about him, wondering if he was feeling better than the last time I saw him, and hoping I could get another load in him. I quickly added him, and said a hearty hello, and he seemed to want me to give him some more of my deep spurting cock. So I trotted over to the West Village to do my duty as a top. But we didn't manage to get my load in him; it was wasted all over his smooth creamy musculature. Sometimes, being a top, who can just put his dick in his pants and go wherever its presence is required, pull it back out, stick it in, hump and unload and zip back up after a little wash in the sink, I forget how hard it is to be a bottom. But all this means is that I probably need one more fuck with this dude, to really juice him up good. He was very cheerful when I arrived, looking cute in a pair of cut off jeans and a holey t-shirt. His hair was a little longer and floppier, but all I could see was that sweet little muscular body underneath it all; I had been so excited on the subway ride over thinking about eating his perfectly sculpted round ass and then plowing his diminutive frame into the mattress and couldn't wait to get my hands on him. He led me through the hall and into his place and offered me a drink, but I pretty much just took off my shoes and wrapped myself around him. He was wearing a thick yellow hoodie zipped down to his navel with nothing underneath but his smooth, bulging pecs, sporting firm little nipples. I slipped my cold hands inside with a small apology and ran my hands over the bulges. His muscles are so beautifully shaped, so ample and manly, but when you squeeze them you find they are very soft, not thick and hard. Some muscular men are like marble, some men are like a good steak, and some men are soft like this guy. (My own calf muscles are actually pretty big-- I have a hard time pulling my jeans off over them sometimes, because the material is stiff and my calves bulge so freakishly-- and yet they too are like this. When I stand they are hard as rocks, but when I sit with one leg crossed across the other knee, the muscle hanging down is pliant as a boob.) But just feeling the warm skin on my hands, feeling the shapes of his body running over my fingers, filled my head with sex. We kissed and he pushed his body into mine and I held him around the waist, and he grew excited and began pulling my shirt off over my head. I let him, and then he pulled my belt off and opened my pants and pushed them down to my knees, kneading my swelling dick while I kept tracing the shape of his body with my hands, which were suddenly no longer cold. "Should we just get you on the bed?" he asked, and I said sure, and he led me a little ways by my dick-- I can't tell you how much this stupid little act turns me on. I let him lead me this way for a few steps but then just bent over to pull my pants and socks off quickly, and then went in the bed, hopped up on the pillows, opened my legs, and waited for him to make me fully hard so I could dick him down. I couldn't remember if he gave good head or not, honestly, but had a feeling he didn't really. He took all his clothes off too and climbed up over me, kissing me first, then going down into my groin and taking my still fairly soft dick into his mouth. And he gave me some very light head, not terrible but certainly not enough to get me going. Or so I thought. Since I knew he was into me, despite my schlubby body and graying beard and so on, I didn't have to worry about "performing" for him or correcting his technique a bit. So I asked him to work his tongue on my a little more firmly, and he vaguely understood, but mostly kept sucking me with very long, very slow strokes, from the rough hairy base all through my length, stretching me, and lingering on the head, never letting me out of his mouth, and never using his hands, but then slowly lowering his head to take my whole length again and then applying a slight pressure and pulling out and up, slo-o-o-wly, and I was not getting instantly throbbing hard but I was really enjoying the sensation, and I gripped his biceps, bulging and hard as stone with him now resting all his weight on them; my fingers lightly found all the crests and hollows in his arm muscles while he kept tugging at my slowly flowering erection like taffy. I didn't even have my eyes open; my head was tipped back, thrill in my dick from his motion, and hands feeling him up like Helen Keller with a dick. I could feel my dick getting ever so slightly thicker with every stroke. "Please don't stop that, man, it feels so good, just keep it up," I moaned, and he obeyed, never changing the pace or the pressure but just suuuuucking me out and then inhaling me back in, and suuuuuucking me out and inhaling me in. This slow-motion erection I was getting was fantastic. I let it wash over me. And then I could tell I was hard enough to spring out of his mouth on one very long stroke where he pulled me down at an angle that my now fully-hard dick didn't quite tolerate. My dick bounced all around us like a piñata that had been smacked good with a stick, with threads of saliva streaming from it gaily. He reached out to stick it back in his mouth, but I finally pulled him up to me, kissed him deeply, pushed him on his back, and planted the bone alongside his dick, and gathered his little body up to me tightly, and with firm, steady circular motions of my hips, I ground my groin into his. He gasped and panted, his legs wrapping and unwrapping themselves from mine, greedy hands feeling my hard straining shoulders, as I bit into his neck slowly. When I reached down with my hands to pull him up into my by his sweet, round butt cheeks, I thought he would self-destruct. How lovely it must be to be a little bottom like him, with a big hairy top above him, pressing him down with a weight maybe half again more than he has, saying with my body, "I'm a man, this is my body, this is my dick, this is how I will fuck you, this is what you've wanted, here I am." He was having the time of his life. I flipped him to eat his ass, and my face entered a wonderland of globular delights. His soft, supple, perfectly-formed ass cheeks-- how can ass cheeks be shaped like this and sometimes be unyieldingly hard, other times as soft as this?-- his balls in their dangly sac, his bulging taint, his thick round thighs. I took it all in with my face and my beard and my mouth. He jerked with pleasure and sensation and cooed when I worked my tongue into his asshole. "I like that. I like that," was the only thing he said. I told him how beautiful is ass was, how I didn't ever want him to take it away from it, "Just feeling it on my fucking FACE," I roared, and pushed back in for more. Beautiful round shapes stroking across my face, making my dick ooze with precum. He reached frantically above his head and began stuffing pillows under himself, hiking his ass higher and higher. Honestly I would have preferred doing that with my arms instead; now with all those bedclothes down there I occasionally swiped a mouthful of fabric over my tongue. But I knew it meant he was ready to be mounted. So I slicked up my dick good, gave him one last hard deep probe with my tongue so I could let my saliva run into him and ease my passage… and I mounted him… and I pushed my dick in his warm sweet hole. He jerked hard, and I began sawing into him rather roughly, wanting to really feel this fuck. At this point the pillows were very annoying, so I pulled them out from under him, hiked him up into my gruffly by pulling on his inner thighs, and fucked my tool into him with the authority of a complete top taking what he wants from his pretty little bottom body. He was gripping the bed hard with his outstretched hands and biting into the sheet. I hammered away at him, then pulled out, slid back down to eat him some more, and felt almost my whole tongue sink into him. He was open and ready for me. It was too exciting; much as I love to eat ass, I had to put my bone back in him. I mounted him again, impaled him, and gripped him by the hips, fucking myself into him like an ape. He wailed and wailed… …and then I realized it wasn't quite the right kind of wailing. I put my face down next to his, covering him with my now very sweaty body, and held my hips still. He was very red. "Are you OK?" I whispered into his ear. He grimaced hard, saying, "It feels sore. Take some lube please." I let up a bit and he scrambled around in his bedside table, producing a tiny pump bottle. I rubbed the gooey silicone stuff all over my knob, and then ordered him onto his back. He showed me his white belly, with thick limbs branching off in all four directions like a frog waiting to be dissected. I gathered up his calves in my arms, pushed him back to expose my point of entry, aimed, pushed, and slid into him very smoothly this time. I kissed him and fucked slowly first, building up the speed and pressure and energy, pushing his knees back onto the bed on either side now, fucking in deep. I tried to kiss him but he was grimacing again. "Does it hurt?" I asked-- my least favorite question. My dick should bring bliss and a desire for more, not pain. "It hurts," he said, sounding defeated, and I slowly pulled out of him. "I cleaned out and must have, I don't know, it's like I cut myself on the tube or something." Eek. "Do you want to get up?" I asked. "No," he said, sounding confused. "Just… I'm just so disappointed." I lowered my body back onto his, feeling my meat slide along his belly deliciously, feeling all his muscles under me. "I'm not disappointed," I said, "I did get to fuck you! Let me just stay with you." And I held down his biceps, ground my dick into his groin, looked down at him, saw those long thick muscles, the definition in the bulges and tendons, one leg bent to his side and one extended with my body in between, feeling what there was to feel. So exciting. But he wouldn't kiss, he looked distressed. I told him how good his body felt, held him close to me and put my hands on his hips, and buried my face in his neck, and began to ejaculate on him. Quickly I got up on my haunches so I could show him my pleasure. I splatted all over his belly, crazy jets of cum, not long straight ones like I usually do. This cheered him up. I held his thighs on either side of me, one in each hand, like he was a wheelbarrow I'd just loaded up with hay. I laughed a little and admired my handiwork as his body kind of spilled back from me. And he ran his palms through my spooge and then began stroking his dick with my goo. He maneuvered his body up onto my haunches, moving so that his ass was pressed up against my thick gooey meat. He bucked against me and fisted himself juicily with one hand, reaching out with the other to rest it on my chest hair. He looked determined to cum. I bucked against him as well, mock-fucking him, and he pushed my hand here, pushed my hand there, kept just reaching out to push against my hairy chest, mouth tight with determination, beating off, beating off. Finally he grunted "PUT YOUR DICK IN ME" and I looked down at my meat, and sort of half-heartedly tried to effect this hydraulically impossible operation. When the flat back meat of my dickhead slid against his hole my entire body screamed with overstimulation; it went a little dark in the room for a second. I laughed, and he just shook his head, somehow walked back up onto my haunches again, kissed my dick with his asshole, and grabbed my shoulder this time. I humped my body into his while he gripped my deltoid harder and harder and harder, and then squirted all over himself. He seemed greatly relieved. He told me again he was disappointed, but I told him I was fine. "Well, how are you," he asked, very pointedly, to let me know we were going to have a real conversation, not just babble meaninglessly. So I told him, a bit about work and so on, and he told me about having been traveling for a while. I gingerly asked him about the situation he'd talked about the last time I was there. At first he acted like it meant nothing, that he'd already forgotten all about the guy. But then he told me more details; the situation was a strange one, wherein the guy apparently lies about being single to lure other guys into an only much later revealed three-way relationship with someone who apparently is very wealthy but looks like the crypt keeper. And we talked about travel and relationships and then I said I had to take a shower; I was still sweaty and dripping all over his comforter. After the shower, he was still prancing around naked, and I had to fold my body around his again; he looks so good he is impossible not to touch. We sat on the bed and he suddenly asked me how long I'd been using BBRTs. I told him about four years, and he made a face; I suddenly felt kind of ashamed, like some kind of loser or something. But I think in the end he just couldn't believe I'd bothered. "All the guys there are on drugs," he said with disgust. I agreed it was almost completely useless. "I like bareback fucking, but I get more on other sites than I do there," I said. "It's like no one there ever actually hooks up." "They're all HIGH," he said again, and I agreed. "Do YOU do drugs?" he asked me, again very pointedly. I told him no, somehow managing to sound unconvincing, despite the fact that I never really do, and have the same complaint about a lot of guys. "Honestly, I think it's a Manhattan thing, a downtown thing," I said, and suddenly warmed up to what I wanted to say. "Chelsea, forget it, they're all zonked out of their minds. But it's not quite as bad other places; here, everyone is completely drugged out and useless." He told me some amusing anecdotes about guys lying to him on Scruff, one guy claiming to be 6' tall but showing up in a 5'7 body. "You're just totally over it, aren't you," I said. "Over New York and everything!" He agreed vaguely. We talked a bit more, but I had something bubbling on the stove that I knew I couldn't let go too much more than 90 minutes or so, so I told him I had to go. He was very interested in what I was cooking, where I lived, didn't seem to want to be alone. But I had to go. "Take care of that ass," I warned, patting it before I left. He seemed a little upset. I hope he is OK. I can't imagine needing to go through all the prep and crap bottoms do if they want a worry-free sexual experience. I left, with my happy dick snuggled safely in my pants, my newly empty balls sighing blindly in their warm cozy nut sack. I'll check on him tomorrow, I think. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I was running late. So fucking late. My day long meetings went way longer than expected, some even bailing on me, only to be forced to reschedule those into conference calls on the four hour drive home. ...and I was going to be late for a dinner because of this. ...and then needing to stop for gas while in route. While pumping the gas, I get a message from a guy on Scruff. 7 miles away. With a message asking: "Do you want to suck my cock?" 45, 6'0", 190. Handsome face. Solid hairless chest. And then this is attached to him too. FUCK. YES! Of course, I wanted to suck his cock. But why now? Why, when I'm running so fucking far behind? But saying "no" wasn't an option. Not really. I said I'd be there in 15 - as he was in a nearby hotel. Room 344. I knocked. He answered. True to his pic, at least facially, as he was wearing nylon workout shorts and a t-shirt. But you could tell that chest was solid as hell and you knew it'd be beautiful. For whatever reasons, I do love a nice chest on a guy. That an a face. I know here and blogs like this we talk about the cock, but a good face and chest can let you get away with a lot lesser body parts. The door shuts and our hands go to each other. As if he knows me, his hands to right for my nipples over my dress and t shirts. I quiver, as you might expect. Reaching to cup his cock through the shorts, he was solid there too. I had no worries. But he kept playing with my chest, which was hot, but it always makes me want to get fucked. Of course, this guy made me want to get fucked. Period. That wasn't meant to be - for a number of reasons - so we just touched, we played. He tried to kiss. I would have kissed him, but he wasn't very good at it, or very committed, even though he initiated it. He also wasn't very good at sucking cock. He liked my cock - and it is a nice cock, even if I rarely use it - and made a few half-hearted attempts to suck it, but I don't think it is really what he wanted to do. I think he just thought it was the admirable thing to do, but as you all know, I don't care about reciprocation. So it came down to me on his dick. We started with me on my knees and him standing. Then he sat on the edge of his hotel bed. Both ways I would take him to the root. When he'd stand, he would pump my face, but I won't go as far as to say he fucked it. Neither of us were big on talking. I mean, my mouth was full, and he'd moan a little, but gave little words of encouragement. He seemed like a nice, decent man - getting his pleasure by moving his cock in and out of my mouth, past the ridge of my lips and pushing back in again.....and again. Naturally, I wasn't completely passive about this. I would use those lips. I would use my tongue. I would meet and match his pushing into my mouth by moving my head down his shaft. We worked in unison. Like I said, he seemed like a nice guy. But as he stood above me and I was working his dick, the signs were there of him getting closer to orgasm. This thick hefty tool became even more rigid. His breath became just a bit shallower. All of the sudden his arm goes around my neck and I'm in a headlock. His fat cock is now lodged down my throat. And he hisses: "Is THIS what you wanted? Is the load big enough for you???" I could feel the pulses of his shaft. There was a faint odor of semen and an even more faint taste of bitter jizz. But in reality, it all went directly down my throat, bypassing my tastebuds as he held me in that tight grip. Not swallowing wasn't an option - not that I would have opted differently. Maybe he didn't know that. Maybe he didn't care. I tried to nurse it a bit, but he yanked the cock out of my mouth and a glob of cum fell to my inner thigh. Hardly the shy one, I scooped it up with my index finger and ate it while he watched. He grabbed his shorts and pulled them back on. He didn't say it, but he was done. Done with the act. Done with his load. Done with me. He did mentioned he gets back here every few months and would keep me in mind. Let's hope he does. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... What's going on in northern NJ? The shitty snowy weather got guys craving hot ass? I'm not complaining. Just wondering why each and every guy stopping by m anonymous hotel hook-up is needed to get up inside my hungry ass! Usually the ratio is like 1to 2 (for every 2guys wanting a blowjob...there's 1 guy wanting ass). What's up guys? Need some ass these lonely days of winter? Andy the....top #4 just left a HUGE load sprayed all over my lower back and ass. Love that! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... If I were one of those load-counting bloggers out there, I'd think of today as a success; after all, I did manage to juice up a new hole out there. But after the last few experiences, where the guys were all very hot in different ways, and where the chemistry was pretty awesome, even if I didn't cum in any of them, today's seeding was a bit of a letdown. I will say he had beautiful jet-black hair with one of those hair patterns that just makes my nuts tingle: slight widow's peak under rather longish bangs; a perfectly sculpted rounded hairline making a point above his sideburns on his temples; stark wide thick eyebrows above a long and pointed nose. His skin was swarthy like an Italian Jew's. He looked fantastic with my dick in his mouth. But the body was not at all as advertised-- not that mine is any great shakes-- and he was thicker around the middle than I am. He was only 5'8, a favorite height of mine, so his shape was really more fireplug than lard-o, which was nice, but I have always had issues fucking guys who are bigger than me in any dimension unless they're smokin' hot. Watching his handsome face sucking my dick and knowing that he wanted my cum in him more than anything and I could fuck him freely and let my orgasm fly without a care did get me and keep me hard. His hole did feel very slick and warm inside; we started out fucking from behind and his hairy round cheeks did look awfully nice penetrated by my thick fuckstick. But when I did long strokes, pushing all the way in and all the way out, we had a little visitor stuck on the end of my wang. I said "Oop!" and dashed off to the bathroom like a Kenyan in the summer olympics. Luckily it was rather contained and easy to clean up. He abled in behind me, seeming completely unflummoxed, and did a bit of washing up himself while I scrubbed my tool over and over. And then he sauntered back into the bedroom, and kinda looked at me, and I said, "Well, wanna try again?" and he said "sure" and got between my legs and sucked me fully hard again. This had to be finished up quick, I decided; so I pushed him on his back, lubed up to make it maximally easy, and slid into him. His asshole was way far back so I was basically doubling him over, pushing his rather short legs as far back as they would go, searching for a way to get my dick in. He grimaced but persevered gamely, pounding his rather handsome, if not very big, dick with one fist between us. I made it in and the lube let me sink in up to my nuts in one easy stroke, and balancing my weight on his doubled-back thighs, I fucked him like a rag doll. His ass was practically in the air and I was fucking my dick straight down with body-slamming motions; it was impossible to kiss or touch any more than we were in this position, and the objective here was just to ejaculate inside him before we had any more danger of mess. His eyes bugged out of his head and he just watched my face and I think I said "aaaaah uh ok I'm just gonna cum aaaaaah just gonna cum right now ok?" and he nodded, eyes locked on mine, and I felt my dick jerk. I pushed into him hard and stopped fucking, letting the spasming against his membranes be the sensation that rode me through orgasm. "Feel that?" I gasped into his face, and he nodded, and he squeezed his muscles inside hard, actually impeding the flow of semen through my tubes. It kind of hurt-- I guess I'm one of those rare tops who doesn't want to feel milked. I want to cum freely inside you, I want my dick to swell thick with only that sweet contact with your inner walls; I don't want to be clamped in when I'm trying to explode. But he wanted to feel my dick as much as possible, I could tell, he wanted to intensify the feeling of me cumming inside him. So I began pounding his little body again, saying with my hips, "YOU ARE THE BITCH I'M MARKING WITH MY SEMEN", and his head lolled around while I finished inseminating him. I slicked up my hand and stroked his dick-- which had remained rock-hard the entire time, something I do happen to like in a bottom-- and he just shook his head back and forth slowly with pleasure and oozed in my hand. I thought maybe I could make him cum, but then I saw something inside him close up-- maybe it was too much pressure on him to get off. I let his dick go, thinking he would get himself off. But he wiggled his body away from me so that my dick escaped him with a genuinely audible "pop". I decided it was best to run to the bathroom again in case we had another mishap, but everything was fine. He was very quiet as he dressed, but told me he's a developer and had been in my neighborhood looking at a building they're finishing up inside. He asked a few perfunctory questions about my own building, and finished dressing in all his layers; now that I'd cum in him, I examined his body in a different light, and he actually looked pretty cute in his jeans. Maybe I really *am* hopelessly spoiled. I put his coat on him and he trotted off, taking my seed with him. We got what we wanted! But I want more, more, more. I got back to the computer and Manhunt was flashing with a message; a 6'2 beauty with an ass that would break your heart asked me if I was free to fuck, right about the time Handsome Hairline showed up. I guess a lot of people have today off. The 6'2 beauty says online he wants safe sex only. But what a chance, to get my hands on another creature like that! Ah well, hopefully he will hit me up again. For now, I guess I have another notch on my bedpost. Not that I'm counting. There's more to good sex than numbering ejaculations... More...

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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... The cosmos is definitely buying back some Karma I didn't know I had saved up; delectable ass is flying at me from all directions and I can't seem to keep hot dudes off my dick this week. I got stuck working late working last night after a nice Valentine's dinner/donuts/stroll with my partner, and woke up this morning too early, snuggled a bunch with him and fell back into a half-asleep state for an hour while he got ready for work, and was awakened around 11 by a friend texting me hello. I struggled to wake up and text him back, and idly signed on to Manhunt while waiting for his replies. A guy who has texted me intermittently for a long time now had just sent me a message there, asking, "Want a bj?" The dude yesterday was rather toothy with his head-giving, and his body hair was pretty abrasive, so my dick felt kind of sore. But this guy had nice pictures and a pretty drool-worthy tool of his own. He advertised himself as a top and I think I started it all off a good while back asking if he'd let me suck it sometime; occasionally I get into very cocksucky moods that pretty much never pan out. But ever since then he was all about sucking ME off. His face wasn't that cute in the pictures to me-- perfectly nice-looking but not my type, a little, I dunno, impish? Very Irish. But he lives maybe 10 blocks from me and there's nothing more pleasant than being awakened by a guy with a pretty nice body who wants to make you ejaculate. I felt aroused. I tugged on my dick and felt the skin sting slightly, but not too bad. I figured I'd ask him to suck me nice and slow and squirt a nice load down his throat and meet my friend at the Museum, all within a couple of hours. He said he'd give me twenty minutes to shower, and I set things up with my friend. I got under the spray and soaped up my dick and just enjoyed the silky feeling of the soap and the warm water slipping all around my suddenly very popular unit. I caressed my balls and felt like a million bucks. I dried off and waited for the dude to come suck me off. About ten minutes late, the buzzer buzzed; it was time to feed my dick to another cocksucker. But I didn't realize what a prize was being served up to me today! Even on the crappy security camera that shows the doorman's desk, and even in his bulky coat, I could tell that my cocksucker had a very, very nice shape to his body. Online he chose poses that either prominently featured his dick-- promised to be 8" by the profile and his screen name-- or, incongruously, his rather sweet-lookin ass (top, huh?). But like many guys he showed off the ass by bending all the way over or standing in poses that poke it out in an unnatural, supposedly alluring way. I find these poses only distort the proportions of ass/leg assembly, and make it impossible to check out the proportions between shoulder and waist and ass and thigh, which is to me the key, the essence of male beauty-- there is a certain string of proportions that just get my juice flowing. This is the rare dude who wasn't showing himself off ideally in his photos. I saw that he had great shoulders, great arms, a great frame. And when he showed up at my apartment, and pulled the bulky coat off-- patting me on the belly as he passed me in my briefs and a t-shirt-- I saw the he was fuckin awesome. Underneath he had on a tight black thermal and tight dark denim jeans, all clinging to a tight, meaty body. Thick chest, narrow, tight waist, thick thighs, thick arms, and a badonk that made all the fuses in my brain blow at the same instant. I had to hook my arm around this little waist, cinching together all that body meat like that, and pull his body into mine. He kissed me and slapped me on the chest, saying, "You're a hot dude." I am not even remotely hot, but I was glad he thought so. "Let's go to the back," I said, and trotted back there. He stayed behind for a second, pulling off his boots, and then met me in the bedroom. Back there we manhandled each other a bit; I kept circling his waist with my hands and pulling his body into mine; I felt his dick hardening in his pants against mine. His head was bald and he had a rough goatee. He was a lot handsomer than the pictures; I can tell he's not very photogenic, much as I am not. My blood was pumping and I just wanted to get my dick in his mouth. He happily got to his knees and sucked me slow, as I had told him to--- but a little too slow. And here I have to say, the correlation between beautiful bodies and cocksucking know-how remains mostly negative. I suppose I had asked for it, by telling him my dick had been toothed a bit too much the day before ("You got a lot of guys sucking you off, don't you," he'd marveled, clearly turned on by the idea; I just thought, you have no idea). But he gave the most gentle, barely-there head I've felt in a long time. He had pulled his thermal and long underwear off and was squatting on the floor, flexing all those tight, thick muscles as he suckled on my meat. The sight was incredibly exciting, but my dick was not responding, and I felt that mild panic start to rise. "I'm getting a slow start here today man," I said finally, pulling him up to me by his armpits and sucking his face a bit more. I kept cupping the ass with my hands, and thinking, why the fuck is this guy a top? I pulled my face back and looked him in the eye and tried to look, I dunno, enticing. "Is there any chance you like having your ass eaten out?" I asked him. He smiled at me and said, "Oh yeah." I pointed to the bed and gave him a little push. "That is sure-fire." And he bent over the bed. Angels sang. The heavens parted, the sky ripped, galaxies and stars fell into the room around us. I am absolutely helpless around an ass like this. His body, from behind, was simply flawless. The curves were are the curves that make a man's body male. The ass was round, perfectly cleft, dusted with light hair, with big balls and a beautiful fat dick hanging below. (He was, of course, far from eight inches long, incidentally. Eight inches is a very big dick.) His dick was probably getting close to 7-- still a big dick-- but had a gorgeous heft to it. I held it in one hand-- its hole was already slick with prostatic fluid-- and just stroked my own dick while I fucking feasted on him. I was hard in three seconds. And he clearly loved it; the more I rimmed, the harder that sweet beautiful bone in my hand became, the gooier the hole became. I stood up and slapped my erection against his crack and he moaned. I climbed up on the bed and stuck my dick in his mouth, and he turned to the side, showing me just how taut his waist was, how beautiful dusted with hair his whole body was, and fat his dick and balls were. I fingered his hole a bit while he sucked me-- still too lightly for my taste, and aided with a lot of stroking with his hand. I slid down beside him and we 69ed-- I just kept taking that whole handsome tubesteak of his down my throat, clamping my lips around the rough hairy base of his dick, while I felt him swirling his tongue around my own dickhead. Part of me wished we could just cum into each other right then. Just flood each other with our cum, simultaneously, gulp each other down, pulsing together. But we kept sucking and touching each other's body. I pulled my face out of his wonderland of a groin and kissed him. And grabbing him by the calves, I pulled him across the bed, hooked his legs on either side of me, and pushed my body into his. His shape and smell and taste and color drove me out of my mind. I wanted to fuck him so bad. My dick kept tapping against his hole. And he read my body language. "Some day," he said, and my balls sucked up into my torso. "Maybe next time." I could tell by how he was breathing… he wanted me inside him. I pulled his head to mine with one hand and gripped a buttock with the other, rammed my body into his, slowly worked my finger tip into his hole. His kissing became frenzied when he felt me inside him and felt my dick straining against him. He was tight… but he would let me in one day, I could tell. Maybe even raw. Just the promise made me insane with desire for him. An hour passed and we built up a sweat together, pushing into each other with all our strength. He wrapped his arms and legs around my body and pulled me into him. The mutual attraction was undeniable. "Do you still want to feed me?" he asked, as I reared up to hold our fat dicks together and admire them. I looked him in the eye, squeezing our dicks together. "I do. But look at this. Look at these dicks. Look at all this fuckin meat we have." He nodded at me, rapt. I bucked my hips slowly and fucked his dick with mine in my hand, never taking my eyes off his, and his whole body melted into the bed. "You have to fuck me next time," he finally said, flat out. I nodded. "And eat my ass again." "Oh fuck man, any time… Oh fuck… turn over now." And he did, and his body burnt into my retinas. So beautiful, so perfectly shaped, so fucking inviting. I wanted to just ass-rape the fuck out of him right then and there. I gripped my dick and held it against the hole and mock-fucked him a little, and he moaned and moaned, but I didn't push in. I looked at the clock. We had another five minutes together tops. I ate his ass out a little more, feeling those hard globes brushing against my face as I tongued the sweet tidy little hole, and just dreamed of riding him hard, with long strokes of my bone going in and out of him, holding his body in my arms and fucking the hell out of it. Oh fuck I wanted him. Feeling myself close to cumming, I finally said, in a clear stentorian tone: "It is time for you to suck the cum out of me now, man." And he got up on his hands and knees, and I slid my body up under his. He didn't go right for my dick; he climbed up my body, put his dick on my thigh, and looked in my face with an open expression of pure delight, and kissed me slowly. "You are such a hot fucking man," he said. And then he slid down and sucked my dick, as best he could, stroking it with his hand. This would not make me cum, unfortunately. So I pulled his face back up to mine, and pulled his waist down with my hands-- that ass, those back muscles, that goddamn fucking BODY-- and we lay close together, making out, faces pressed close, and I stroked my dick until I was almost there. And then I put it back in his mouth, and he sucked me, and I held his hard, flexing shoulders, and draped my legs over his haunches, and just watched him worshipping my dick, and this sight brought me to the edge, and over. I came hard into his mouth, and he kept sucking and stroking, I came and I came, and he didn't waste a drop, he swallowed greedily. I pulled out my dick and fisted hard and instantly began coming again. "Whoa," he said, and greedily took my dick away from me, but I kind of fought for it back. I had to fist it hard to right through this second cumming. He licked the fluids that seeped out of me. ANd took me deep into his mouth, and just held me there, savoring my flavor. His own dick was oozing freely. "Do you want to get off?" I asked, and he took me out of his mouth, and smiled at me. "No, I just want to taste you a little more." And he dropped his head back into my lap. I stroked his beautiful, stupefying, hairy body. "That was a lot of cum," he said. "It tastes so good." We made out more with the taste of my pleasure on his lips, acrid and metallic and salty. I stroked him and squeezed his beautiful muscles for the zillionth time. After this there really wasn't much time. I told him I had to be in midtown in like fifteen minutes; an impossibility at this point. We quickly got dressed; the first thing he did was pull up his tight white long-johns, which strained to fit over his beautiful full ass and which his thick meat, still almost hard, stretched out in front obscenely. I rushed to his side, turned him around, and slid my hand over his round backside, over his thick meat, slid up and down the strong thighs. He laughed at how much I still wanted him. We agreed we'd have to do this again. We chatted amiably about not much while we quickly pulled our clothes on. I couldn't keep my hands off him. Every time he put on a new article of clothing, I had to admire his body in it. He just laughed and let me. And then he was gone. I can't stop thinking about that ass. That heat. That closeness, that connection. I feel so lucky, smiled on. I hope I never forget how this kind of beauty makes me feel. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Despite always saying (and feeling) like I respect a bottom's wishes with respect to raw fucking, if I am honest with myself I have to admit that the hottest sex is always with a guy who says he won't let me fuck them without a rubber, but then, in the intense heat of the moment when the chemistry has built between us to a point where there is only one more way to ratchet it up to perfect completely, he begs for it. When I'm on top of him, showing him with my body what it will be like to submit completely to me and accept what I so intensely want to give, he reaches under his own ass and grabs hold of my dick and pulls in the unmistakable universal code for FUCK ME. It is intensely satisfying to know that I've given a bottom so much pleasure that he can only think about my dick inside him. Completing a bottom in those hot, deep moments is a gratification that almost no other experience in life can equal. All his scruples are dropped and there is only the desire for more pleasure, more of what I can do to him. So I do it. Today, an interesting-looking, wirily muscular black dude who was only up for giving me a blow job ended up on his back, my hairy body heaving on top of him, with my bare bone pushed in his ass as deep as it would go. And he pulled me to him hard, wishing all of me could go in, wishing there was more penetration to be had, an endless cycle of need and satisfaction. This was a very unlikely hookup in the first place. This guy has hit me up on various apps and sites for a while now. The first approach was innocuous enough; we talked about hooking up fairly vaguely, as he said he lived in Westchester or something; I didn't put much stock in ever actually meeting and he disappeared. Then he appeared on another app maybe a month later, having apparently recognized me despite having different pictures, and suddenly, he was a little creepy. He sent a lot of really breathless, purple messages to me on, I think, Growlr, saying he wanted to worship me and give me everything I wanted blablabla. Obviously I like guys who are very into my dick and pleasuring me completely, but guys who talk like guy this are often completely full of shit. But I went along with it a bit. When he seemed truly persistent in a promising way, I asked if he would let me fuck him and load him up with my cum. He dodged the question a bit, saying I was the master or something like that. OK, fine, but something felt off. He would never just say "yes, I want your cum," which I really like hearing. But he wasn't scared away, at least. We talked very specifically about hooking up the next day, when he was supposed to be in Brooklyn. And, predictably, he completely flaked. I got the feeling he was spooked about the talk about seeding him. He hit me up yet again maybe a week later, pretending like nothing happened, and I was annoyed. "You totally blew me off last time and said nothing, why would I make plans with you again?" He told me he had to take his mother to the hospital-- I've heard excuses involving grandfathers' funerals and neighbors falling downstairs and sisters' houses burning down and all kinds of crazy things, all of which horrify me a bit in showing other people's willingness to hypothesis grave problems with their loved ones to get out of an uncomfortable promise to fuck with a stranger. I didn't believe him for a second, so I began ignoring him. And periodically I would get messages like "I guess you are just done with me now" or "Please sir let me make it up to you I will make you feel so good" and blablabla. I never encouraged it. One of his profiles had a link to some instagram and tumblr pages, and I managed to find a kind of Facebook pic for what seemed like an alter-ego of his, centered around some kind of rap act, with an accompanying blog tinged with a bit of general-purpose invective. I thought, loony. Until today. I was supposed to juice up Handsome Fuckboy, my favorite bottom; that awesome muscle fuck the other day that went uncompleted because I couldn't cum in him freely left me insanely hungry for an ass that would not flinch when I let loose my orgasm. Handsome Fuckboy makes my dick so hard, he's so good at what he does, he's so much fun to plow… I asked him yesterday if today would be good. And he said yes, and we set up a time. But work was crazy today, and I had to push it back. He said it was no problem-- I'd told him how stressful the day was and how much I needed a good fuck and he said, "Well I'm here for you :)" which was very nice. An hour later the emergency was over, and I texted him immediately, hoping I could fuck the stress away, but he didn't reply. I'm sure all kinds of dudes want to plow this kid, so it's no surprise. But I was left truly out-of-my-mind horny for ass. And then Intense Whacko reappears. "What are you up to," he said. And I said, "Looking for a good ass to fuck and seed." He said he wasn't sure about the seeding part, but it would be nice to "visit". I told him sorry, I wanted it bad, had to feel it, have a good one. He was not swayed, saying, "You can take the sure thing or bet on the great unknown." Ultra Meat has been sniffing around a lot lately, and I just took an HIV test last night, and told him I expected him to let me fuck him raw when I got the next negative result, but I know how hot and cold he runs; I was not in the mood. I could almost hear Intense Wacko tapping his foot. Quickly realizing that I had no plan B, I told him it would be ok if he came over and sucked me off as long as he took his time and swallowed my cum. And then he started a very tedious conversation with me about whether or not I just view him as a cum hole. Well, uh, I like to think I'm a bit more sophisticated than that, but wtf? My profiles are almost purely sexual on all the sites and apps, and we never talked about anything but my dick in his orifices. He said he was on the way to the gym and it was now or never. He wasn't answering my questions about taking his time an swallowing and I was getting very annoyed. I pointed out that he wouldn't answer my questions and told him to go away. He wouldn't go away, but he wouldn't answer, either. He told me every time he got a block closer to the intersection where I'd said I live, saying, "Either you want me to suck you or not." I was pissed and ignored him, seeing who else was around. For a long time he seemed to have left. Then he said, "Don't be a douchebag, let me suck your dick, I'm not in a hurry." At this point I felt kind of stupid for turning this into a showdown over whether he would drink my goo or not. Let me just get the fuck off, I thought, so I don't have to care about this any more. So I told him my address. And he came over. He was very impassive when I opened the door. I feel like a lot of black dudes have a put-on don't-care attitude, but he seemed to also be a little prissy on top of that. He took off his shoes and jacket in the foyer, and I was sort of grinning at him; I couldn't just pretend like what just happened didn't happen. But he said nothing. I really liked his body. My dick was vibrating, I was so horny. I asked if he was OK, needed water or whatever, and he was all, naw. So I went up to him and kissed him to get things started. Kiss was good. He was still acting a little funny. I suddenly had this fear that he was really nuts and was going to beat me up and take stuff-- something I never worry about. I don't know why he had such a weird effect on me. I led him back to the bedroom and faced him; he looked awkward and shy all of a sudden but we kissed again. And then everything pretty much exploded. I have seen those videos of a desert-like landscape when the rain comes and suddenly everything instantly blooms. This guy was a desert, and the way I was kissing him and touching him made him snap. He curled into me, his hands were all over me, the hard exterior melted and the depth of his want for sensual contact was nakedly exposed. I passed my hand over his shirt and felt very thick, big nipples, and just touching them like that made his entire body electric. He pulled down my shorts and fished out my dick, which was not hard like his own bone-hard tool, which I could feel straining against his waist band; he stroked under my hairy balls with one hand and tugged lightly on my thickening meat with the other and received my kisses on his mouth, neck, and ear like a starving beggar receiving an unexpected bag of take out. He just emanated warmth into me; whatever he was doing to my genitals made me feel like I was puddling into his hands. When I asked him to get to his knees and taste my dick, he crumbled like he was completely helpless, hopeless, and there on the floor somehow ripped all his clothes off with Chippendale-like efficiency. The curves of his black body glistened brightly and he completely devoured my dick. I grew hard as a rock, and said, "Let me get comfortable, let me lie back on the bed," and I turned to hop up there, but he grunted and snorted and followed my movements with his mouth. I laughed, and changed my position, sitting down on the bed and intended to scoot over, and he never let me out of his mouth; we performed the entire maneuver with my tubesteak down his throat. We moved together like some kind of crazy water ballet-- he just did not want to give up my prize. I really loved this. I positioned myself in the middle of the bed, with my arms behind my head, chuckling a little, and he rested his bald head on my thigh, curled the rest of his body around my right leg, planting his oozing dick in the instep of my foot. He slid his dick all over that curve in my foot as he continued to stuff my dick down his throat, eyes rolling in his head and throat gulping with shameless abandon. I cooed to him. "You like my dick, don't you? I won't take it away from you. That's your dick for today." I touched his scalp tenderly as I said it, and he crumpled anew, nodding his head almost with tears in his eyes. "You can suck my dick all you want. I'm giving it to you. You're making my dick feel so good. You're a good boy. Keep sucking." And it was all he needed to hear; as I spoke to him he practically got my foot pregnant humping against it. He was in love, in love with being my cocksucker. I enjoyed this for a good long time. But his body was too appealing to me. His butt was really almost too big for me, but very shapely. His body hair was extremely wiry and had a rather stippled pattern like some black guys get; not my favorite, but he had a little hair on his back that was very sensuous to touch, and the skin all over his back was covered with an elaborate tattoo of a pair of wings and maybe some writing. His legs were tight and muscular, and his frame was almost perfect. I had to get my body on this. I finally managed to get him to disengage orally from my meat, and I kissed his lips, then pushed his body onto his back and climbed on top of him. It was like he somehow fell down another rung; he'd been collapsing ever since I first kissed him. He wrapped his limbs around me tight and as I manhandled his knees and shoulders and chewed his neck, I pummeled his hips with mine. Something about his tight, thin, but meaty body just made me want to slam him into the mattress. He wailed and just rode along with me, and our hard thick dicks slid together. His wiry body hair was kind of abrasive on my dick, but his body felt too good. He was wearing some kind of cologne or lotion which was faint but smelled very good to me; I can still smell it on my hands. I reared up on all fours and climbed over to his head, and matter-of-factly drilled my dick into his face. He flailed around me, viciously fisting his cock, thrilled with the sensation of being penetrated by me with that kind of intensity. I fucked his skull until I felt my cum rising, and then pulled out and looked him in the eye. He looked at me beseechingly. I got back on top of him and slid my dick down between his ass cheeks; they were thick and meaty enough to receive it almost like a cunt. And just feeling my dickhead sliding past his asshole was enough to unleash his desperate inner bottom. "Next time you come over, I want to fuck you," I said, riding his body hard but with precise, elegant strokes. "I want to feel you inside. You're going to bring your ass back to me and let me fuck it, aren't you?" He looked at me with teary eyes. I lowered my full weight onto him, feeling his body hair scrape all my skin. He slowly put his arms around me, and I whispered in his ear, "Get close to me, keep close, let's feel good. Feel our dicks together, two dicks, all that meat together, it feels so good." And I looked at his face again, and saw his thick lips trembling, but over and over, as if he were reciting a prayer. I held my ear a little closer; he was saying something barely audible. "What are you saying, baby? What is it?" He said it barely louder; he was saying, "fuck me... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me..." very quietly, as if convincing himself of what he wanted. I smiled indulgently and grabbed my dick and teased his hole a bit. "I will fuck you next time," I said, "I know you didn't come over for that." And I got off him, and he dove for my dick again. Sucked me so hard it almost hurt. I could reach down and finger his asshole as he fucked me. He melted as soon as I touched it. He wanted it. Would we do it? I pushed him on his back again, and lay on top of him. And he grabbed my dick with his legs bent sharply. He aimed it at his hole and arched his back. He pulled my ass down, trying to push me into him. I hovered there a bit, smiling into his face, and very theatrically licked my hand, slicked up my dickhead, and pushed into him. He was tight. His body resisted. But I pushed with all my weight behind my hips. It went nowhere, and then suddenly, I popped into him. And I fucked him good. Every inch. Long deep strokes. Bonus fuck! Raw dick, feeling everything, oozing precum into him to slick up the way. I held his hips tight and put all my weight through my chest onto his chest and just fucking drilled him. Nothing is more exciting to a bottom than having his hips held tight while he is being nailed. He's pinned down, all the focus is on the fulcrum of our fucking, all attention on what my dick is doing to him; all he can do is receive my pounding. He wailed and wailed; he was in heaven. I stopped and panted. "I will cum if I keep doing that." He moaned a short moan. "Do you want me to cum in you?" "Wait," he said, "wait, wait, wait." I held still and he caught his breath now that my weight was off him some. I felt the urge to cum subside; maybe I leaked a high-pressure jet of cum into him very slowly. I fucked him again, slower strokes, more sensuous. I kissed him and he kissed me and I sensuously gave him my whole dick, over and over, nothing held back, feel me son, feel my whole dick, feel your bottomness, let's fuck forever, feel me feeling you. And then I knew I couldn't hold back. I wanted terribly to cum in him. But I pulled out. And I sprayed white cum all over his black body. I do admit I like that sight. "PUT IT IN MY MOUTH MY MOUTH MY MOUTH," he cried, and I did, saying, "Slow baby, slow, it's so sensitive, AH, slow, AHHAHH it's too sensitive take it deep AH." He took me all the way down his throat and it was not so electrically jolting down there, felt warm and comfy and my last drops of cum drained slowly into him, and then he popped all over himself too; his orgasm was not that copious but he was covered with goo in the end. His body kept rocking and rocking and jolting, almost epileptically. My dick slid out of his mouth. I kept touching him, fascinated; his muscles were so rigid, so thick. His face broke out into a wide smile. "Finally he breaks a smile!" I said, staring down into his face with my dick hanging next to it. He smiled wider, then stopped, as if trying to maintain that composure again from the beginning, that "whatever's cool" look, but then he smiled again. I told him I had to get something to clean him up with; all I could find was a dirty t-shirt in the laundry room. I brought it back and he was still jolting and shaking! "Are you STILL CUMMING??" I asked, incredulous, handing him the t-shirt. He rubbed it all over his body and continued convulsing, nodding affirmatively, then saying, "Once a guy ran right out before I was done!" I laughed. "'I thought you were dying or something,' the guy had said, and I was like, 'so you RAN??'" He finally stopped and fastidiously collected all our cum in my t-shirt. "I think I need another one," he said. "This is a lot of cum." I jumped up to get him another, calling over my shoulder, "That was some good two t-shirt sex, wasn't it," and he laughed. I came back, gave him another t-shirt, and lay back on the bed and watched his body as he slowly got dressed again. His face was not all that handsome; almost handsome, almost Arabic. But his body was beautifully formed, not overly muscled, shaped and padded just right. He asked what I do and I told him and he said, "Doesn't sound very exciting." Harumph! So I asked him about his profile, which had said something like medical/artist/rapper. So he told me a little about that, not very articulately, but I could tell he felt strongly about it. I concurred that it was more exciting than what I do, which is not saying much. We had a drink of some juice and he very slowly put his shoes on in the foyer, very slowly collected his bag and his hoodie, looking at all our jackets and bags hanging in the hall. I was curious about him; I wondered why he was delaying like this. He commented on a cardigan of mine that I don't think is flattering, and a bag of my partner's that's kind of fancy. There was no talking while he fussed with his hoodie. Finally I said, "You're all intense online, and in person, you're really quiet and kind of shy." "I'm not shy!" he said, genuinely horrified. "Quiet maybe but not shy." He said these things so quietly I could barely hear him, barely louder than he had begged me to put my naked erection inside him and fuck him like a bitch in heat. He stared at my feet and another long moment passed in weird silence. He broke it saying suddenly, "I'm checking out your feet." And he looked me in the eye. I guess he has a foot thing. Was all this stalling just to steal glances at my feet? And then he finally turned to go, asked absurdly if the handle on the door was the door handle, and went through the door. As he went through I patted his thick round buttock with my hand and said thanks, and he turned and winked at me, and then went away. It was pretty awesome sex; would have been better if I'd had the green light to seed him deep with his joyful accepting blessing. It would be no fun to squirt my seed in a guy who was not 100% in need of it. But maybe he will be back, and maybe he will take it. Hilariously, right at the moment when this guy was shooting ribbons of spooge all over himself and suckling my spent dick, my phone had buzzed on the nightstand right in front of me. It was a message from the Horsehung Twink, saying, "Happy Valentine's Day :)" It turned out happy indeed! Horsehung Twink says he can't stop thinking of how I came in his mouth, he can't stop thinking about the taste of my cum. "Let's hang out again babe," this handsome tight little kid says to me. How do I have all these guys? How do I get all this ass? Intense! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here It had been a while. For me. For us. I'm not 100% sure he remembers ever fucking me - as it had been years before. I've seen him on-line since, and I'm sure he's seen me too, on any number of sites or apps. I remembered him, but I remember the sex being fair. Not horrible, but not great. Since it had been a while for me - to get fucked, that is - I reached out with a 'wink' of some kind. You know - the non-committal acknowledgement that you're checking out his profile and kind of waiting for him to make the actual first move. Some guys hate "winks". I don't mind them - getting or giving. It's a litmus test. It's extremely passive-aggressive and with some guys you kind of want that. You want them to be into you, because you're not sure you're into them, at all. It sucks being rejected by someone you aren't even sure you're really that interested in the first place. That said, he replied back and was looking to fuck - at some point. We went through the dance of our schedules for weeks. Honestly, I was looking forward to it because he wanted to fuck. Not flip-fuck. Not versatile. He. Wanted. To. Fuck. On a cold, dark night, I found his place. Though I remembered the general area, just not the specific house. I had also forgotten about the plethora of female religious iconography. I'm assuming Virgin Mary stuff - but not being from that religious persuasion, it's hard to be sure. I mean, there was a LOT of it. Everywhere. But up we went to a bedroom. Clothes were discarded. Bodies were touched. Before long I went to my knees to show him my skills as a cocksucker. He seemed to be appreciative. But we both knew that wasn't the end-game for either of us. Soon, I was on the edge of his bed. My legs hanging over the edge, him between. For sure I thought he was going to suck me, as he told me after I got his load, he wanted to suck mine. So I know he thought himself a cocksucker. But he pushed my legs back. His tongue went for my ass. It is safe to say, that in my lifetime, I've had my ass eaten countless times. Now the definition of 'countless' is: "too many to count". Where that might be a slight exaggeration, no one has been keeping tally over the years, but suffice to say it's been a fuck of a lot of times. And it's also safe to say, I have never ever ever ever ever had such a talented tongue touch my pucker. Whatever he was doing to me down there, is what I'm guessing was equivalent of getting a woman to cum by eating her out. The tremors that shook my body to the core and then head to toe and back again were amazing. Now and again, when a guy licks (not sucks) my balls just right, for the first minute or two, I get similar feelings, but usually I desensitize quickly. Same with most ass-eatings. NOT with this guy. I was having non-ejaculating butt orgasms one after the other. It was fucking heaven. I think he went on doing that for 10 minutes. I'm not sure if he enjoyed doing it as much as I was enjoying having it done, but I hope so. I hope my groans and swearing - and writhing - were motivators for him. Of course, maybe he was just prepping the entrance for himself. Without any big set-up, he stood. He had 7.5" with a big fucking head. He put one a little lube, but not much. My hole was prepped - he had seen to that. Even more important, my head was now in a place of needing penetration and it was attached to my ass that was still reeling in joy over that eating. That fat head parted through my hole like a hot knife into butter. He just sank into me. First the head - then the rest of the shaft. Bottoming out in one full, complete stroke. The man knew how to fuck. I had forgotten that - or he got better over the years. He put me through my paces, really fucking me, hard and not, fast then slow. Granted, I goaded him a little. Even asking him if he was going to pull out before coming. He almost sneered, telling me how he had no intention of ever pulling out - that's not what his cock is for, that is not what his load was for. And while I knew that, it was how he said it that boned me up even more. The guy fucked me for a good 30 minutes. And it was a GOOD half hour. Oddly, there wasn't a big finish. No vocal warm-ups or announcements. Yes, there was a look in his eyes. And then the squeezed eyes as he popped off up my ass. A big load. You know the ones you can just tell? Eventually he slipped out, as I wouldn't let him just pull out. You know me - I like to keep it there. We said we'd do it again. Soon. But it's been weeks now. Though we keep trying to find time in our schedules. He never did blow me. They never do - no matter what they say. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Just got blown by my neighbor. I walked over to his place, he got on his knees, undid my pants, and sucked me until I shot my load. Best of all, it's 80 steps from my door to his. More...

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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I am kicking myself. I'm still a little dizzy from the experience of slipping my bare, tingling, throbbing bone into the unbelievably silky, wet, and yielding hole of an absolute monster of a man-- bald, bearded, hairy, 5'11, maybe 250 pounds of solid, swollen muscle. It is one of those few times when I am sorry I didn't have my phone handy to take a picture of the end result: the Muscle Monster face down in a pillow; broad, meat-swollen back arching down from turgid, red, goose-fleshed shoulders; down to his waist, giant globes of an incredibly thick, round ass raised proudly in the air above thighs like tree trunks, and splattered all over with a web of viscous grey semen spurts, produced by the astonished erection of yours truly. This sight was beautiful, awe-inspiring, stupidly hot. It's burned into my retinas and I wish I had been able to snap a picture of it and share it with you. You would all cum in your pants. It was the ultimate. I'll have to describe it instead. This morning I had decided to decamp to a coffee shop on the border of the Village and Chelsea, as I had to run an errand in Union Square and tomorrow there will be a giant blizzard, my colleague goes on vacation, and I will basically be stuck in the house and chained to my computer for days. I had a nice productive morning, but of course was online in the background the whole time, hoping that maybe I would get more ass advertising my location in Chelsea than I do exiled out in Brooklyn. (Even though it's barely a 10 minute subway ride from my house to where I was working; most Manhattan dudes are just infuriatingly stupid about the whole geography thing and write off Brooklyn, no matter where in Brooklyn, as an inaccessible gulag on a distant, dark, and dangerous continent.) To be honest, for today at least, my location didn't seem to matter. A bunch of guys I've written to but never heard back from in *Brooklyn* mysteriously checked out my profile, leading me to believe that despite ignoring my come-ons, they've buddy listed me silently, and checked me out because I was mysteriously somewhere I wasn't usually before. This happens all the time when I travel anywhere, and infuriates me-- who ARE these dudes? I also was invited to ejaculate in the rectum of a cute furry guy in Midtown who seemed more interested in evangelizing the joys of poppers than in my dick; no thanks. Mostly I just kept working. And then the Muscle Monster checked out my profile. He and I had talked before, for a long time, a few months ago; I was trying to gently talk him into letting me cum in him somehow-- down his throat or up the beautiful ass displayed arrestingly in his private pix-- after a long ass-eating session. He clearly loved getting eaten out but was scared of my raw meat and my cum. That coaxing exercise ended up going nowhere; after talking to me about it for maybe 45 minutes he told me he didn't have a lot of time to hook up just then and wanted to save my apparently delicious-looking cock for sometime when he could suck on it for a good long time. I figured if I had really gotten him going only time would tell whether I'd eventually get my meat in his insanely hot body. So I gently told him OK, to buddy list me and keep in touch. Periodically he would check me out, so I knew he was still warm. I never pushed him. Till today. I point-blank asked if he would suck me till I came and swallow. He asked if I was neg and I told him my last test date. And then I changed the subject to eating his ass. And he was happy to talk about that. And I figured, I know how to melt a guy's fears with my tongue in his ass. I let all the other talk drop, and just asked if I could eat it for as long as I wanted, and he said yes, and then maybe he'd suck me a little, and maybe let me "put just the cockhead inside for a little while and then cum all over it." I just asked for the address at that point, and he gave it to me, and about 5 minutes later I was on his landing, and he was waving to me from his door. As I went down the hall to his door, I saw that he was already completely naked. He had a pretty big gut that was not featured in the photos, of course-- but the outlines of the body were exactly the same, and were primally overwhelming. This is just the biggest guy I've ever been next to like that. He turned to lead me into his apartment after asking me to take my shoes off. The rear view of his body, now that the belly was invisible, was stupefying. His shoulders were encased in a giant wall of meat that curved elegantly but brutally up to either side of his thick neck like an architectural pediment. Lats swelled from his triceps down to a narrow but muscle-packed waist. The ass was like something from another planet-- giant fuzzy globes flexing and bouncing as he walked, impossible not to stare at. I had seen a thick but not very long dick hanging below his belly, twapping back and forth between his thighs before he turned; he wasn't wearing a cockring or anything like that, I guess he was just excited to be getting his ass eaten. Nice. He led me into a small bedroom and stood beside the bed, still facing away, asking how I would want him positioned. "Hold on," I said, pulling him back to be a bit, and he sort of leaned back towards me on the ball of one foot, and I reached up to turn his face to mine, and he looked at me and gave me a look, saying, "I don't kiss." I didn't feel the disappointment I usually do here, because my head was still spinning from even being in the same room with this being. I made a dismissive noise and then said, "But everything's cool, yeah?" And he said "Just fine," and climbed onto the bed, pulled a pillow up to his waist, and pushed his face into a nest of other pillows, and spread his thighs open just so, showing me the dark, hairy recesses of his body. His arms were spread across the bank of pillows, bent with his hands under his face, resting in all their majesty as only hugely thick muscle can rest. This was a motherfucking BEAST, and all for ME! I didn't even take anything else off, I just got to work. He was very quiet at first, and I worried he was maybe not into it, but as I got into it, he got into it. First he made the smallest of noises, especially when I licked the magic, hairless spot dudes have right on the underside of their balls. And when I chewed a bit on his surprisingly springy buttocks-- they were not rock-hard like the rest of him, but had a nut-melting elasticity to them-- the noise was a little louder. But mostly he was completely immobile and I felt I could do whatever I wanted, there was no rush. His voluminous buttocks basically embraced my face when I pressed it between them. My beard brushed against his taint when my tongue went in his hole-- his wet, supple, beautiful asshole, which kissed me back like lips. He readjusted his rear, bending his right leg at an angle to give me better access, and I reached down to cup his ample, fuzzy balls, and then reached up under him to find his dick, which was engorged to its thickest, and hard as a lead pipe. I pulled it down between his legs-- it was so erect it resisted the angle a bit, but I did it gently and got it to point straight down between his meaty globes of assmeat-- and I licked all his sensitive spots, from the cumhole, over the frenulum, up the cum-tube, over the nuts with a little swirl around each, over the rough, hairy taint, and then reaching his hole, diving into it. Somehow his dick got even harder in my hands. He was clearly enjoying himself now, breathing hard and softly grunting. My own dick was hard in my pants. I had to pull them off. I didn't rush and he didn't rush me. I fuckin worshipped that fuckin ass. I also ran my hands over that epic, heroic back, and reached up under his fuzzy front to find his nips, and twist them gently while I tongue-fucked him, and he was clearly in heaven, having his ass treated like the prize pussy that it was. The contrast between this god-like body and his utter submission to me and his own ass was mind-bending. I was so excited. My dick was oozing in my hand. He was putty. So I did it. I hiked his ass up, and stood at the edge of the bed, and slapped my bone against his crack, and slid it up in that enticing cleft, and then pushed my dick in. First, just an inch. He'd said, just the dickhead. But he cried "Ooooooaaaaaoooooohhh" so I pushed another inch in, and he said "OOOOOOAAAAOOOHHH" and I pushed in all the way until I felt my hairy nuts make contact with his taint. And for good measure I strained the muscles between my legs to make my dick flex and thicken and lengthen, and he moaned "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH" and I knew he was fucking mine. But I pulled out. And I ate him some more. He was beautifully loose and his ass had lubricated, it was oozing a bit of cloudy, salty liquid. This is a sign of pleasure in a bottom that can't be faked. This is his body begging for the dick of the man who gave him that unique pleasure. I spread the liquid all around his hole and ate him out again, just as slowly as before. He did not rush me or say "Fuck me again". He let me worship his ass. I had to enjoy this as much as possible. Then mount him again, this time crouched on my haunches on the bed, fucking my dick straight down into his gland. He moaned loudly, no words, just letting me know everything I needed to know. I felt I would cum. I pulled out. More slow ass eating. More worship. And then more fucking. All the way in. All the way out. That beautiful sensation of my fleshy dickhead pushing through the gates, sinking all the way in, holding there deep, and pulling all the way out, the pop as the plug of my glans comes out, the cool air in the room and then the hot wet sensation of his insides. Over and over. A moan each time he feels me penetrate. That exciting moment, played over and over. I am in you. I am in you. I am in you. You're my ass. You're my ass. You're my ass. Too good, too good, I just grabbed him under his haunches, pushed into him as deep as I could go, held it there. And there, deep inside him, I felt a gentle pulsing enveloping my dickhead. At first I thought he was trying to milk my dick with his muscles. But it was subtler. It was slighter than that, deeper than that, and focused perfectly on the most sensitive spot on my dick. I wanted to cum so bad but I held fast-- and this pulsing suddenly was lightly tapping on my dick. I realized I was pushed up against a vein, deep inside him, and this was his heartbeat. His pounding heartbeat was milking my dick! The subtlest, most amazing sensation! I thought about pulling out so I could rest and fuck him more. But I felt his heartbeat gently caressing my dickhead, and I let it, I let that incredibly light sensation bring my excited dick all the way to the brink of orgasm, pulse by pulse. I got almost to the point of spurting inside him, and when I knew there was no hope, I hauled out all my thick inches and erupted all over his meaty globes. He felt the hot rainfall and quickly clenched his hold shut, afraid I would leak inside. And then as I kept spraying him with molten fuckjuice, he relaxed and let me paste him with everything my nuts had to give. He was sighing and going "Oh man that's hot, oh wow," and I was grunting and fisting my dick. I felt my orgasm subside, but the sight of him there, huge, muscular, splayed out for my pleasure, and coated with my semen, made me start to cum again. I made a helpless sound, "AhhhhhhHAAAAAAA" and fisted my dick hard as I could, and I came again, three more feeble pulses, and he felt them drip on him, and he moaned too. I laughed and just sat there looking at this head-spinning vision. We were quiet for a while, and I laughed again, slapping his shoulders, saying "Oh man thanks for that, that was awesome," and then, "Do you want me to clean you up real fast, do you have a towel?" His muscular body finally stirred. "No, I want to see it." "Want me to take a picture?" I asked, planting the idea in my head, making me realize I *had* to have a record of his. He jumped up and lumbered into the living room. "No, I want to see." And he went to a full-length mirror at the other end of the living room. He faced away from the mirror, thrust his ass towards it, and twisted his bull-like neck around to admire himself. I stood in the bedroom door, watching this, unable to believe the sight. He cooed at himself for a while, and then began smearing the streaks of cum all over his massive glutes! Like some kind of lotion! Those giant meaty paws just slathering and slathering the former contents of my nuts all over hiimself. His gaze was rapt in the mirror. It was like I wasn't even there, this incredibly private, self-satisfied ritual. Holy shit. I was speechless, watching my cum used for his pleasure like this. He got what he wanted! He was as wooden as guys often are after this, as I got dressed, not speaking except for very basic needs (I couldn't find my glasses; I can't see my glasses if I'm not wearing them). He was just walking around his apartment, fat dick wagging between granite thighs, and all my cum slowly drying on his hindquarters. Fuck! I finished dressing, and he asked if I had everything, and I slapped his belly, thanking him for getting me off so good. I offered to eat his ass whenever he wants it. Who knows if he will. But MAN! And there is no photo. I want the photo. It would have been so easy, but I didn't take one. I hope I never forget this vision. FUCK I love being a top. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here What better way to pass a wet, sloppy day than to open your heart, home and hole to the horny bastards of the world? That's how it's been in California where we are finally getting hosed down with buckets of the wet stuff, and we respond by engaging in indoor sports. A regular fuckbud came over for our customary nooner, and fortunately he works only a five minute walk away. How good is that? It's best to make the best of this situation before he gets tired of me. And well, he's so good that we can get down and off in about ten minutes; he likes to make his toxic black cum deposit doggystyle, and I'm just love that shit. But a load of cum deep in your ass is a terrible thing to waste. It should be shared with the perverts out there harboring the cum fetish. And they're out there, too. Going online, we didn't have to wait long, thanks to barebackrt's newish cell phone app. I need to share fairly quickly because I have found that a massive wad up there makes for a pregnant feeling and the urge to shit it out, which is what I consider to be a sad waste. A nice, short All American type showed up, slightly post-jock with a full head of hair, and I discover that he likes to swing it side saddle. I don't get fucked on my side all that much, so it was a riveting experience and this dude was hung well enough so that he never slipped out through all of that scissor action. He rocked on the squishing sounds of his poz rod stirring the stew and he stayed rockhard throughout. On top of that, his missionary style was to thrust and pull, which he did expertly and he closed a long session with some butt nibbling, tongueing and wiping down my cleaned out hole. I'm not much for long sessions, but with this top, it was a very satisfying bit of afternoon play, almost romantic (which is not my style, usually!) with the grey skies, the rain, and the sounds of tires on the wet pavement of the street below. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here A short while back, I was asked if I would be interested in posing for a nudist magazine. It was an interesting request. I have no issues being nude, but I wound never call myself a nudist. At home, in the best of weather, you're likely to find me in shorts and a t-shirt, even if I am going commando. I wasn't sure how it would work. I won't get too specific into what I was wearing and how it came off. I won't get into some of the accessories that were there, except one: whipped cream was a prop. It wasn't well used and possibly won't make any final pictures - again, if they happen at all. But this was a nudist magazine, not a sex magazine. So if you're expecting sexual activity, there isn't any. Sorry in advance. At least not on film. Hell, being erect on camera wasn't even required....and for the most part I am not. I felt I could have been - even should have been, but I'm never fully erect. This wasn't a truly amateur shoot. There were back drops. There was professional lighting. The camera was a fucking pricey one. There were reflective screens that would make my palate look whiter or more gold - and these were held by an assistant. I say not professional, as no one got paid and this was neither of their real careers. Both men were handsome and similar in stature. 6'-ish. Athletic and muscular builds. A nice amount of chest hair, but not overly done. Both bald...of shaved head. I had actually seen the assistant on-line years ago and lusted after him greatly, but he disappeared. I also assumed he wouldn't know me from Adam. But when I arrived he said, "we've chatted before in the past". I'm not sure if that was a good impression or not, but he remembered. The studio was smallish and the lights made it warm - even in various stages of undress. Over 400 pictures were taken - so let's hope SOME of them were decent. Near the end of the shoot, the photographer came up to adjust me and leaned in to kiss me. He did it well. Enough to get me a little harder for the rest of the shoot. Now and again, he'd come back to kiss me as his assistant looked on. At the end of the shoot, I was completely naked. He put the camera down, killed the lights, walked up to me and kissed me again, while also unfastening his pants and letting them drop. I wasted little time going to my knees and helping him out. He let out an appreciative moan as his 7" cock disappeared down my throat. He towered above me, a hand going to my head while I sucked his dick. At some point the photographer motioned for his assistant to come over and join - and he did, stripping his clothes off as he approached. He too had about 7". I went back and forth between the two guys and their meat, as they stood side by side. Off to the side was the can of whipped cream. With a reach of my arms, I was filling my mouth with a hefty dose of canned cream. Within a few seconds, the photographer was plunging his dick into a pile of cream and a warm mouth. He moaned more than he had before. He took the can and sprayed a line down the top of the shaft of the assistant. I then went down on him. The mouthful of cream felt weird. It felt good. It seems they liked the sensation too. Truth be told, it was a little too sweet for me to continue much longer, but I cleaned them both up until it was just my mouth and just their cocks. I went back to sucking. The assistant stepped back, knelt and went down on my cock while I was still on my knees sucking the photog. As hot as that was, you know I don't need, or even want, to get sucked most of the time. It feels nice and all - and he was doing a great job - but that's not exactly what gets me off. So I pulled off the photog's cock and got below the guy who was below me. While we kind of ended up in a 69 position, I was under him so I could get to his ass. His perfectly formed hairless ass. While I was loving it, I couldn't tell for sure if he was into that, though he didn't try to stop me. But it proved to be a huge turn-on the photographer. He jacked a bit while he watched and it started sending him over the edge. Due to my being under another guy, it was hard to maneuver out in a timely manner. I missed the first few shots of his load - and while it landed on me, I didn't swallow all. A hot scene, but you know I hate to lose the load. With some of his cum on my face, arms and chest (and some in my mouth), I went back to the assistant's balls and ass. He asked when I wanted the load. I said I can take it whenever he was ready. The assistant informed me he was known for being able to "cum on command". The photographer told him to cum now. And he did. While hovering an inch or two above my mouth, he let loose with a great load of jizz. Yeah, some went in my beard, but most went into my mouth and slid down my throat. Then I cleaned them both off. Before I could get ready to go, they did want to see me cum. Since I was kind of their guest star, I felt a little obliged. So I jacked my cock as the photog just fingered my ass. I blew a huge load that hit my chin and of course trailed down from there. They let me shower before I dressed to go home. Normally I wouldn't, but I was pretty messy and sweaty from the lights. The assistant showered too and I just regret not stepping in with him. Maybe next time. I've been invited back for another shoot in April. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Went to a j/o party yesterday. Stroked and got stroked by 4 - 5 other men. Edged for about 1/2 an hour until the host began to shoot as I was stroking him. As he unloaded, I caught some of his load and used it as lube on my cock. That was all it took for me to begin unloading. As I was shooting, the guy next to me began to shoot into a jock he was using to collect loads. Hot. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I just ejaculated my sperm into the belly of a flitty little 22 year old who worshipped my unit for over an hour. I can barely type this. When I came, he kept sucking me, and didn't let up as he felt thick jet after jet flooding over his tongue and slipping its slimy way down his esophagus; he kept licking that awesome spot on my dickhead and I swear he made me cum twice in a row; just as the spasming of my fuckmuscles was dying down, I felt that sensuous probing at my body's most sensitive spot, and I felt a new rush of cum well up from the sub-basement of my testicles-- who knows how I managed to shoot any more after that first orgasm-- and squirt into him in my body's intense desire to get as much of my DNA into him as possible. I think I need to go lie down. I've had a hard time hooking up this week-- I've really wanted to, but either work was too intense, or there were no guys anywhere, or I would get played. (Yesterday a guy who has nagged me to fuck him for almost a year on a4a finally gave me his number, sent me a stream of incoherent texts that seemed aimed at someone else, told me he was going to come over, and then at the last minute told me repairmen were coming to fix his kitchen. A couple hours later I got a random text from him saying he really wanted the inside of my asshole. Clearly on drugs or working twelve guys at once….) Friday is usually a worthless day to try to hook up, but a newly intense workout schedule and lots of near-misses with hooking up was giving me blueballs, and I thought I'd die if I didn't unload my nuts. So I posted an ad on Craigslist, which is pointless lately, and also one of those cheesy hook-up-now ads on Manhunt, with a new cock shot-- calculated to attract dudes who are just crazy about meaty cocks like mine and care about nothing else. That's what I needed today. One of the first responders from Craigslist had been the big fat dude who is out-of-control crazy about my unit and has never stopped asking me to suck it again, endlessly rhapsodizing about how only my dick can satisfy him. I honestly and plainly told him I was hoping for a new throat to coat, but if nothing panned out I'd text him. He wasn't indignant like "fuck you thinking I will jump when you say jump." He said "Yes SIR I am so hungry for your hot dick and load." So I felt like I sort of had a bird in the hand there. Half the dudes on Manhunt looked at my profile because of the cock shot in the ad, but no one wrote me except dudes I wasn't into. I got a ton of replies from the Craigslist ad, and the guy who eventually swallowed my load was among the early ones, but he was small and thin and I was in the mood for a big hairy manly man to make me cum. I got a couple of those, but they were cognitively challenged, getting me all worked up before revealing that despite having replied to an ad saying I was looking for immediately, they weren't free till 5 or 6 or July when they were coming to visit NYC from Colombia and needed a place to stay (not really but that has happened before). After a couple of hours of nothing really panning out, I wrote the big dude and said it was his lucky day. And he wrote back, cursing his luck, saying meeting was pushed back, maybe in another two hours, blablabla. Ay chihuahua. Finally I decided the 22 year old at least had the right attitude-- "I even like to keep sucking you after you cum," he'd said, which indicated at least he was extremely dedicated. So I wrote him back, having earlier decided not to, and we slowly worked out what was going to happen and when. In the midst of that, someone on the other end of my neighborhood, who looked hotter and more my type, also hit me up-- not quite as good an attitude, and wanted poppers and pot, not haha hot really pot but poppers OK-- and I was completely torn. It was getting close to the time when Big and Needy was going to be available; at least I knew he gave great head and would make me feel like a king. These other two were suboptimal and unknown quantities. Finally I threw caution to the wind, asked both of them for their number, and decided whoever got to me first would get the meat. The 22 year old won, by, like, 10 seconds. This is not how leaving things up to fate is supposed to work. Feeling like some kind of cad, I told the hotter closer dude that I had made other plans, and he was pissed. The 22 year old was here in a half an hour, looking extremely fey and nerdy. In a way he could have been handsome-- he said he was Turkish and something else, and I like that look-- but his lack of control of his hand movements, which read more hopelessly dorky than gay, almost like an overgrown nine-year-old's, detracted from whatever he had going on physically. But hey, it was time to get my dick sucked after a few hours of suffering, so we went right to it. And he sucked the living hell out of me. I also pounded his body into the mattress a good bit-- he was just too little and easily snappable and, unexpectedly, horse-hung for me not to want to flip him on his back, push his legs open with my thigh, and grind my meat into his. He was about 5'7 and I could completely cover his body with my own and give him the mock-fuck of his life. He was ecstatic and wrapped himself around me like I was a lifesaver and he was a Titanic survivor in a heaving ocean of Oh-my-God. I slicked up a finger and worked it slowly into his asshole while I gripped his waist with my other hand and bit into his neck-- I thought, damn, maybe I'll just fuck this monster load into his little body. But he reacted badly to it, saying he didn't like it, and I relented, lying back and pointing at my meat and saying ok, get back to work, then. He saw me stroking my hairy belly a bit when he was edging me particularly nicely, and took the cue to do it himself. Not enough guys do this. Even this guy seemed tentative about it, like it would have seemed too greedy. But once he saw I wanted it, he took my prong into his mouth deep, and stroked my belly, my chest, my hairy forearms, my tricep, my thighs, and, most deliciously, all up and down my hairy, stressed-out balls. And then he asked, "Can we do more of the rough stuff?" I started, wondering what he meant, asking, "What rough stuff?" "You know, on top of me." I don't feel like I'm rough. When guys ask if I'm aggressive and verbal I demur; I feel like they want Richard Sherman to go ape-shit on their ass. I'm nice! I'm affectionate! I like to pin little guys under my weight and slam them with my hips within three inches of heaven's door, but it's done with tenderness and aesthetic consideration. It's weird to be called "rough" or "aggressive." And I sort of told him this, laughing a bit and kneading the smooth skin on his little body, but he said it was good what I did, so I did it some more. He told me he only liked getting fucked by people he knew and "we have to have a condom." So I dunno about that. But it was fun. And then I lay back and let him work his ultimate magic on me and he produced the previously described spine-scraping thrill with his expert manipulations of my dick. My dick was like a slab of rebar shooting molten lead, the orgasm was so fucking hot. And as promised, he curled up against my thigh when my dick had shrunk down to its pitiful, dormant size, and wrapped one hand around my thumb like a chimp baby, and closed his eyes and sighed and just drank in what my post-ejaculation groin had to offer. I lay back and closed my eyes and let my body drift on the satisfaction; he stirred and I felt him stroking my pelt in various spots, running his face through the hair on my legs or my bush or over my belly, and I lay there, impassive and smiling as the statue of a pharaoh. Let the kid enjoy it. Predictably he wants more. If he let me fuck him raw, I'd give him more. We'll see if he does. He's not really my type, a sweet kid and pretty damn good at what he does but I'm happy with this experience. But I love how he reacted to being under me while I fake-plowed his little body. I'd like to feel that for real, raw and skin on skin, and juice up his little body. So if he hits me up again I will flat out ask him. If I scare him off, it's OK. While we were at it, I kept getting texts from Big and Needy, saying his life was ruined because he had to give his boss a ride somewhere instead of nuzzling between my thighs and he is cursed never to get what he wants. I imagine him raging all over uptown with dizzying visions of my spooging tool replaying relentlessly in his head. Christ, I'm starving. That was some seriously intense sex. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Once a pornstar, always a pornstar...no matter down what road life takes you. Lou Cass is an example of this observation. In the Pre-Condom Era, pornstars paid the rent working at jobs leveraged through their porn associations. All did some modeling on the side, and a great many were bartenders, barbacks or waiters, djs or event promoters, some managed gay businesses and some carried out production roles behind the scenes. Some became writers, poets or editors. But it was mostly porn related, since time spent doing porn didn't read too well on a 'real world' resume. Since the Pre-Condom Era, the situation has loosened up a bit...which is so obvious when one recalls how Antonio Biaggi owned his own baked goods company or Cole Tucker worked in real estate. But few who remained in show business (and yes, porn is definitely a show business) were able to make the transition to mainstream movies and TV. Lou Cass is one of those few and for those of you interested in his filmography, check out Wikipedia for the full list. That list includes 'Melrose Place,' and while I don't remember that, no Wikipedia user has corrected that information. Now Lou's added a new venture to his entrepreneurial resume: his own house cleaning services outfit working in San Francisco and environs. Lou was a lean, wiry, muscular dude when he worked for Catalina Video and other 80's studios, and the head shot on his new business card shows a bulked up young daddy complete with tats and a buzz cut. The meticulously groomed young man obvioiusly takes care of himself and is now ready to take care of your house. Do his boys work in the nude? That you'll have to ask him yourself...Lou Cass The Cleaning Specialist...LouCass@gmail.com, Facebook.com/LouCass or 415-377-3427 More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here I hooked up again with K-boy last night. Earlier he had told me he was busy. Then he got in touch in the afternoon to ask if I was still free. Turned out he had arranged to fuck another guy around middle of the day but he hadn't got off and was still feeling horny. I'm now getting to know what he likes – sweaty pits, eating me out, swallowing as much saliva as I can give him, long kisses. I had an empty stomach so even managed to deep throat him briefly before starting to gag again. I need to work on my technique. But that's all foreplay. Before too long he rubbers up and he's back in my hole, big and hard as ever. He must have been frustrated from lunchtime: as soon as he got into me he started pummelling me, hurt like fuck but getting banged pelvis to pelvis is also a huge turn-on. And so it went, for about three hours. Making out long and slow, some hard fucking, while in between he buries his tongue in my arse or my pits and pigs out. And he fisted me. When he has his fist in my hole he watches it the way a little boy watches a new toy: wide-eyed, completely absorbed. He has a tall mirror near the bed. His big dick sticking out from his lean legs and torso is great to watch. So is the variation: up high, plunge fucking me as I'm on my back with legs wide; kneeling between my legs and just swivelling his pelvis as he slides in and out. All good. Only let-down is that when he's fucking me that hard I can't get it up at all – I was limp most of the night. Eventually he lay back and jacked himself while I licked his armpit. He squirted a big load over the two of us then squirmed as a I licked it all up – he gets ticklish after he cums. Then we kissed and talked. I had been teasing him about him saying no more kinky stuff – when he said it originally I thought he was only half serious, and I thought he was just a bit worried about getting hooked on piss play and fisting. At one point he asked if I minded that we hadn't done any piss play this time. I was a bit puzzled: it was more his kick than mine, and it was really his call whether he wanted to do it. As he went on, talking about his reasons for being uneasy about the "hentai" stuff I slowly realised I had completely missed the point. What he had been getting at the previous week (and the time before, too) was the unsafe stuff – sticking his dick in me raw so he could piss up my arse, or the times when he had stuck his dick in me raw for a few minutes just for the fun of it, or maybe because he knew I got off on it. He talked about the big spike in infections in this town right now among local guys (I had to admit that was news to me) and explained why it would be such a problem for him at work if he got infected. Stuff like that. He was matter of fact about it, wasn't trying to guilt me out or anything, just explaining why it was an issue for him. I felt a bit stupid because I had so completely missed the point earlier but also embarrassed because I had been making a joke out of something he had been trying to tell me as a serious point. I emailed him later to apologise. He came back to reassure me there was nothing to apologise for. The funny thing is I had been starting to think that maybe I should stop barebacking with other guys if that was going to be an issue for K-boy. I enjoy screwing around but if I knew I was going to get his dick every week I would just about give up the rest, he's that good. I'm not looking to start a romance or anything but apart from the fact the sex is brilliant the after-sex is also great, and I like just being with him. Anyway I've said we should have a talk about all of that next time we get together. After all these years of careless sex maybe for a change I need to be a bit more responsible. You believe me? Haha. Tell me what you think. And I'll let you know how it goes. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here I hooked up with Kinky Boy the other night. We get straight down to it. He's a great kisser, fat juicy lips, but also gets off on licking arse. I love it when he surfaces from between my legs and comes up for a deep kiss with the smell of my arsehole on his face. Now when he's kissing me his big hard dick is rubbing up against my pubes. Then he tries to go down my throat, which turns me on big time, but I keep gagging, he's just too big for me (or I'm out of practice haha). The sequence blurs from here on but pretty soon he was rubbered up and pushing into my hole. He wants to do me all ways: missionary, doggy, on my side. Whichever way he goes in it hurts – not the width, though he has a fat dick, but the length, when he pushes up against my inner ring. He stays hard and he likes to go deep so I spend a lot of time in that intense pain/pleasure place. After a break for a drink and some more kissing he rubbers up and pushes back into me. At one point I'm squatting over him while he slams into me from below. It hurts like fuck but the stimulation has my hole buzzing, close to an orgasm just from being pummelled. Then he can't resist. He puts a towel underneath me, slides in raw and smirks as he watches my face. It takes a minute but then I feel the pulsing and the warmth as he starts pissing in my hole. He stays in there a while, still hard. He hesitates and then asks if he can fuck me just like that. I guess. He gets down to it, slowly. My hole is gripping his dick but it still leaks now and then. He reaches down for a taste each time there's a little spill. He pulls out, starts fingering my hole, tasting his fingers. Then he puts in two, three. He lifts his eyebrows, asking me. Sure. He makes a fist, lubes up, starts to stretch me, then he's in. Whew, I felt that - I couldn't find my poppers to help relax. But now he's in ... first time I've ever been fisted while my hole is full of piss. Can't quite describe the sensation but it was a turn-on. Still leaking a little bit of course. K boy is wide eyed, fascinated. He's never done this either. I forget just where things led from there. It was a long session. He fucked me a lot, there was a pile of rubbers on the floor when we had finished. What I do remember, toward the end, is both of us lying on our backs, opposite ends of the bed, him jacking himself with one hand and pushing the other hand up my hole - it hurt like fuck going in, no extra lube, no poppers, but super hot as he punched my hole the same time he was jacking himself. At the end I held him, his tongue down my throat, as he jerked off. He's a big squirter, ended up with cum all over him and me. In between times he was telling me he worried he was getting too hooked on the kinky stuff - especially the piss play, though I suspect he was also worried about how often he has started sliding into me raw. Says – with a smile – it's my fault he's getting into all this perverted stuff. Yeah right. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here I know it has been WAYYYY too long since I posted. There are things going on with my career path, and I just have not been able to play as often. I do hope to fix that this year. But, back in October a buddy and I made a video for his xtube channel and he let me post it as well. He is Hairyalaskanartist and here is the video... More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I shot a premature load in the mouth of a very cute, very tight, very sensuous, very slender 24 year old, dammit. Sometimes I hate my dick. He hit me up out of the blue on Adam4adam, and was not too far out in Bushwick and sweet-seeming but very hot to trot. I have been out of sorts all week and was just on the site checking email-- the Beautiful Lummox and I have struck up a pretty lively conversation on there so I just wanted to see what the latest he had to say was-- I was not looking to hook up at all. But the 24 year old texted me a face picture that was just extremely cute; I think I'm turning into a dirty old man, wanting to deep dick all these willowy kids. He had just enough hair on his chest and scruff on his face to make me decide to hie over there. He was fine with me slipping it to him raw but was clear he wanted to taste my load. So feeling a little apprehensive because of my low mood, but completely compelled to fuck someone that cute, I ran over there for a lunch break. And after just the first kiss all my circuits went kind of haywire and I couldn't recover. He had said he'd leave the front door to his building AND the door to his apartment open, so I thought this was going to be one of those pre-lubed-ass-in-the-air kinda dealies, but it looked like his crappy building on a dingy street in Bushwick-- perhaps a redundant statement-- didn't even have locks or an intercom. So I trudged up to his place and pushed the door open and walked slowly down the long hall, footsteps echoing loudly on the hardwood floor, only to turn the corner in the kitchen and see the cute little critter standing there in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, looking kind of sleepy. I made a little noise of surprise and he smiled at me, and said some basic hello kind of thing and turned as if to go into another room. "Well, don't run away," I said, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him to me. I can be a little apprehensive with these young kids, because a lot of them are not all that skilled, but the kiss was beautiful; he had pillowy lips and leaned into me hungrily while we made out a little. I was pleasantly surprised and feeling a little less uptight. He led me to his bedroom-- really a cell crammed with a giant computer screen, midi keyboard, and a single bed wedged in the corner-- and we made out some more. His shorts were obscenely distorted by what looked like an insanely huge dick poking to the side; this had to be at least 8 and a half inches. On his 5'10, 140 pound frame, it seemed like there was a whole other dude in there or something. The quarters felt cramped to me and while I was very into the kissing I couldn't help but feeling like I should have waited to do this when I was in a better mood. His hands roamed around my groin a bit but he flitted away when he saw that I did not have the GARGANTUAN THROBBING ERECTION down there that he did. I just kept feeling him up and down-- his body was so tight, so warm, so little in my hands, and his ass was a firm split cantaloupe behind him. I kind of wished we could just touch. I just wanted to touch him. He was hot and ready, though, and began tugging at my belt while trying to keep up the pace of the kissing. I pulled my pants open and pushed them down to help him some, and he sat on the edge of the bed and awkwardly began sucking me. He gave the kind of barely-there head I expected from him, given his mannerisms, and my heart sank a little more. I couldn't get back on top. We got totally naked and his dick was just beautiful but truly unholy. Uncut, fatter than mine, beautiful even color, almost 50% longer than mine at its hardest-- I think this was truly 9"-- it was like he was some kind of parasite on his own monster organ. It was big enough that lying on top of him was almost uncomfortable; it was so hard and so big and he was so small and supple and yielding that it felt like some kind of chastity device between us. His little body was so exciting to me that even though I wasn't hard yet, I got that feeling that I might cum. I had to stop moving against him and just kiss him, thinking the intensity of the pleasure in my dick would harden it, but no. I soldiered on, grinding into him and then flipping him to eat his ass. He beat his dick furiously while I did this-- I can't blame him; if I had a dick like that I would beat it furiously while waiting in line for the ATM-- and I stroked myself slowly, wanting desperately to get rock hard so I could poke this beautiful young ass and feel his body heat from the inside. But the feeling that if I touched it too much I would cum returned, and never went away. I was thick and hard enough to give him another shot at sucking me, and when he saw it engorged like that he lunged for it, and moaned happily, fisting himself all the time, especially when I fucked it into his head. His tongue fluttered around it but did not quite give me what I needed. I got back down on the floor and just decided to enjoy the feeling of his hard meaty assglobes in my bearded face. He finally quit beating himself so hard and let me hike his ass in my face, pushing his body down into the bed, and I devoured him, feeling his penis root twitch between his legs as I probed his hole. He was very tight, I could tell. I would have to be my hardest. I couldn't stop thinking about it, so it didn't happen; I relaxed and just enjoyed his ass from this position, and he seemed relaxed and happy too, and I thought, if I can just forget about it, it will happen. And I tried to forget, and I fucking loved his ass, and I touched my dick a little. And I instantly jumped up. Just like that, I knew I was going to cum. "Come over here," I said in a guttural, commanding voice that surprised even me. He went instantly from blob on the bed to attentive cumsucker; he was sitting up in a flash, demurely poised there with his mouth open, and I pushed my dick into him just as the first squirt shot out, hard. His lips closed tight around my dickhead and I jerked my shaft hard, groaning with pleasure and dismay at the same time, and he closed his eyes and just took everything I had to pump into him. "You just got me too excited, kid," I said, and he smiled and jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I heard water running for a while, so I assume he didn't swallow me. I shook my head at myself and began putting on my undershirt. He came back grinning, and said, "You really came a lot." He was a very quiet, borderline fey dude. I was bending over to pick up my shirt and pull it on, and he stood in the doorway, watching me happily; he didn't seem uncomfortable, and I picked up on it instantly. I buttoned my shirt and he asked me, "So you have to go back to work now?" "Well, I work from home, so I am pretty flexible," I said, frowning at the buttons that I'd misaligned. I undid them and tried again. "So I'm not really in a hurry." I looked up at him to see his reaction. He came over to me as I pulled up my pants and turned his back. I reached out to touch his ass, and he leaned back into me again. I pulled his body to me, back to front, and ran my hands up and down the front of his body. I felt him melting in my hands. We were quiet for a minute, then I said, "Do you like being touched?" He said "yes" very quietly and I said, "Get back on the bed," pulling my pants off again, and I slid up beside him. He was face down, displaying that heartbreaking young ass. He was covered with tattooed words down there, one in Spanish, and one in Arabic. "What does the Arabic say?" I asked, stroking it with my fingers. "It's a protection prayer," he said. I ran my hands gently over his mounds and up his crack and said, "Well… it definitely kept ME out of there." And he laughed and sank into the bed and I stroked his back for several long minutes, kicking myself half the time, thinking how nice it would have been to fuck this body. Finally, I said, "Roll on your side." He compiled, and I stroked the front of his body, from nipples to pubes, in a slow circle, then over his tight waist and bony him and down his thigh. He nestled his buttocks in the bend in my groin and I felt myself stir a little. I knew I wasn't going to fuck him this time, but feeling him luxuriate in my attentions like a kitten made me feel good. I put my beard in his neck, just under his ear, and hiked my thick meaty thigh over his hip, and he stroked the rough hair there. And he found my hand and stroked the hair on my knuckles. I began to feel like I would fall asleep, when his phone, right beside our heads, made a very weird, piercing beep. It startled us both, and we laughed, and he asked me about what I do, and said he was a music producer, and we talked a little about music and such. I finally realized I'd drive us both crazy if I didn't pack up and leave or fuck him, so I began to get out of the bed. He said we should get together again, and I told him we could take it slower next time. Honestly, I'm very put off by guys who don't suck my dick right. I realize this is my bag. And a lot of guys take direction well, but some don't; some panic. You just gotta do what you can do. The conversation lingered as I finished dressing-- he admired my jacket and my watch rather tenderly, and kept pushing his body against mine to get more touch in before I left. So while this wasn't the sweaty mattress pounding I'd imagined when I saw his pictures, I feel a bit better than I did when I was driving over there. Sometimes a surprise sensual session from a receptive bottom is what I need. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here "I'm going to cum!!!!!" No! It was way too early. WAY too early. We had played back and forth for only a short time. He was one of these guys who didn't need a million emails to identify and confirm getting off. It was a great change. We agreed upon a time and that was the last communication until the doorbell rang. I brought him in with the intent of giving him a blowjob. That's what the ad was, that is what I was ok with doing - but as a former boy scout - albeit for a very short time - I try to be prepared. He was mid 40s. 6'3" and around 180. Nice looking guy, but average. His cock was a solid 7" and cut. It had a nice thickness to it. As I sidled up next to him, to rub his denim covered crotch, his hand immediately went to my ass. Hmmm. This wasn't what was discussed. But like I said, I was prepared.....in case. I didn't discourage the behavior. Hell, even when I went to go down on him, I didn't kneel immediately - I bent over just so, that way he could still rub his manly palm over my ass. I even dropped my jeans so he could get a better feel over my Under Armor boxer briefs. I mean, c'mon, you kind of want them to be able to unwrap something if needed. You just can't give it away immediately. But I did go to my knees. I sucked him like an expert and he liked it. But even he reached over my back so his hand could go back to my ass. I'm not sure who we were trying to fool at this point, so I just gave up the ghost. I stood up. I dropped those boxer briefs, took two long hits of poppers and bent over. With minimal spit - and fuck, it WAS minimal - he entered me. I don't mind saying it had been 15 days since I got any cock - either end. With pun fully intended, I was now ending a dry spell. I didn't care how wet his cock was at that point. I'm not a fragile guy, I can take whatever I need to, however it is given. Due to lack of lubrication, the friction was plentiful. I felt every thrust. I never had the discussion, but assume he did as well. We were only 4-5 minutes into it when he made his announcement. "I'm going to cum". And he did. Based on the moans and shudders he had / made, he had a lot in his balls he had to empty. I won't lie - I didn't feel the warmth. I did not feel the throbs. My ass felt full when he slid out - so I know he had done what he needed to do. And what I needed - even though he didn't really know that. We both won. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... Hosting anonymous cock....again. You know the drill. Except this time I've sucked 5 cocks to "full completion"...ad to be clear...two of those were spectacular! However, i've offered my hungry asshole to each horny fucker and not a single one of them took me up and stuffed my hole! Rather, I am all crusty with dried spunk because each one chose to keep me on my knees and shoot their creamy seed load down my throat and all over my face and chest. I smell like sweat and cum....and love it. Waiting on cock #6...and this time I won't be subtle. I'm kneeling in the armchair with my spread asscheeks facing the door. Damn I need a hard cock between my asscheeks and pushing through my assrim. Fingers crossed! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I felt horny but was very into my work. I posted an ad on Craigslist, thinking I might be able to reel in someone good there, but got I think a total of two replies. TWO guys in New York City wanted to suck my dick and swallow my cum! Pathetic! But I didn't despair too much; my nuts were horny but my mind was very into what I am working on. Suddenly, a tall, extremely thin, very hung toppish dude hits me up on Adam4adam and says he is admiring of the force and volume of my ejaculate. I make him jump through all the hoops to prove himself-- his pictures are only marginally cute, he's way too tall at 6'3, and isn't the big muscular type guy I normally like to see between my legs with my meat in his mouth. But his own dick looked awfully, awfully tasty. I haven't sucked on a really nice piece in a long time. He was ridiculously eager to make me spooge all over his face and said he would spend some quality time edging it out of me. I figured, I can say yes and get off now and get back to work, or keep looking for someone ideal all night and end up with nothing. I decided to take the sure thing. He said he'd be a while, so I took the opportunity to eat a glazed donut that was on the counter. And then he came over and I glazed him. He was verrrrrry thin but a lot cuter than his picture, owing to his very scruffy bearded face, which was clean-shaven online. He had that dirty hipster air about him which I sort of like. We kissed a bit and I smelled on his breath that he'd probably smoked a bit of weed before coming over. I kinda like the smell of smoke on a dude's breath, probably owing to a guy I had a crazy crush on in my mid 20s who smoked. This guy tonight had a very breezy west-coast manner about him, and when I said we should just get down to it, he laughed and told me to lead the way. He sucked pretty dang nice for a top, I must say. Once we got comfortable on the bed he began using his hands a bit too much-- it felt good but that kind of thing will make me cum too fast without even really getting to enjoy it much, and owing to what he was after, maybe that was his aim. I kept chiding him for it and he'd let go for a while but then the hands were back, twisting, twisting, twisting my tool. I decided not to be such a control freak and go with it. I had him take off his pants and his dick didn't look like the 8" advertised online-- 8" is a huge dick, no matter what any deluded homosexual online thinks, so I should not be surprised, but it honestly looked barely bigger than mine, though it was extremely handsome-- my dickhead is rather fat and blunt, while his was more missile-like, still very fleshy as a dickhead should be, but more elongated, more fluted on the edge, just a really camera-ready dickhead. I kept an eye on it while he worked on my dick and got me close. He'd been wearing a backwards cap this whole time but I took this moment to flip it off his head onto the floor; the sides and back of his head were shaven but long floppy locks attached to the top of his head appeared from under the hat, and I gotta say I like hipster hair, so that only turned me on more. His long tight thin body was kind of exciting, snaking away from me on the bed like that, spangled with the occasional inscrutable tattoo. I was getting really turned on. I figured the only way to really make this last would be to get his hands off my unit and get my hands on his. He had just pulled his pants around his ankles, which was extremely awkward, so I got up, pulled them off-- they were hipster-tight so it took some doing-- and then I settled us into a 69. I realized he was not fully hard, which might explain some of the variance between what he claimed he had and what was currently oozing precum on his belly. I sucked him and he sucked me and I took him all the way down to the rough hairy base, held him inside for a long few seconds, closing my mouth around the base of his dick so he would really feel how deep he was in my mouth. He moaned, did the same to my dick, and he noticeably hardened to a very fine length maybe a tad over 7"-- still a big dick, all you internet greedmeisters who think 7" is average. His shaft was beautifully formed with a thick cum tube and he had nice thick tight nuts. He did, however, have a ridiculously stanky butt. Lately I've seen a lot of profiles online saying "TOPS GOTTA WASH THEY ASSES TOO YO" and was always a little mystified by them, but after this, I must say, yes indeed they do. I hope my ass is never this fragrant down there. But I soldiered on because he was moaning like crazy and his dick tasted mighty fine and I love feeling a dude harden in my mouth or hand. "You've got a really hot mouth," was all he managed to say when I came up for air, with that drunk tone in his voice that guys get when they're really enjoying themselves sexually in a way they might not have expected. After a bit I decided I wanted to lay back some more and let him work on my on his own, again, and I guess my sucking seriously energized him, because he went after me with real gusto. We'd only been at it about 15 or 20 minutes, but he was already begging for my load. He clearly wasn't the kind of cockhungry epic cocksucker I like to have work on me, and there was no reason to fault him for something he wasn't, and I figured that I could deliver a fine spermatozoic spackling after not having unloaded since Saturday, so I fucked my dick into his bearded mouth and felt the intense need to squirt build up in my testicles, and when I knew it was time, I pulled out, pushed his head back on the pillow, and knelt a bit above his head in one swift motion, and I watched proudly as my fat fuckstick squirted copious jets of my liquid pleasure right into his mug-- his nose, his dark beard, his eyebrow. "Ooooooooooooooh DUUUUUUUUDE!" was what I got for this, "awwww MANNNNNN that's a lot of cum!" I kept cumming on him and he said, "Put it in my mouth!" and I did, feeling the last, more feeble pulses sliding against his tongue. It was too sensitive the way he was sucking it, so I pulled out to jack myself out of orgasm completely, and as those last drops sprayed his neck and chest he said, "God, you just…. CAME! MAN! That's AWESOME!" And I looked down at his dick and I swear at this point it had at last strained itself to a true 8". It was longer and harder than it had been before, and I touched it, and felt that beautiful pointed dickhead slick all over with his precum. I appreciate nothing more than a true show of arousal. He liked it, and it showed. What a tool this kid had. He lay there looking like a calf born with a caul, hooting his delight. I tugged his ear, the only non-gooey part of his head I could get hold of, and said, "That's what you came here for, big guy!" He laughed and said "Aw MAN!" I stood up and called over my shoulder, "Let me get a washcloth to clean you up with. Unless you want to go out like that." "Ha HA!" he hooted. "That would be… well, I wouldn't get past your doorman without being shamed, anyway!" I half think he liked the idea of walking around with the tendrils of my sticky orgasm engulfing his face. Luckily the hot water actually came on-- it hasn't been lately without a long wait-- so I got the washcloth wet for him, and he cleaned up and cheerfully told me about recently moving to NYC from Napa, and really enjoying being here despite the crazy pace. It was nice having this bouncy, 28-year-old energy around for a while; he recently moved to my neighborhood and was overflowing with enthusiasm for it. I got him bundled back up and he went out into the arctic blast, and I'm going to go back to my work, with a nice warm, buzzing, relieved feeling in my groin. It's great that giving someone exactly what they want can be so pleasurable for me, too. Ah, it's good to be a top. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here It would seem preposterous that a month has gone by with just a couple of postings, but indeed, I have been busy trying to purchase my own personal sex venue in the Colorado Desert, and more about that some other time. I have had a sexy January, mostly fisting some seasoned, mature, and worthy ass in our City by the Bay. The month got off to a sleepy start: on New Year's Eve, I passed out around 10pm and was jostled awake in time to toast the arrival of 2014, and then I went right back to sleep. I don't force myself to be jolly and prefer to be comfortable. A couple of days later, though, I was back to my old tricks, scouring the internet for old tricks and new tricks, and struck gold with a buddy who'd been to my place before. Except on that occasion, he didn't fuck me (although he was supposed to); instead he fucked the black poz top who was fuckin' me. Yeah, I was the bottom of a good old fashioned 3-meat sandwich fuck. Both tops came simultaneously, and I did get a nice load out of it...but now it was time to sample that raw latin dick that had charged the top who was charging me. Just thinkin' back now, I'm gettin' hard...that session was a quick journey to pozotopia. I am very much into Latin guys. Of all the numerous types of men, If I may be permitted to generalize, Latin men seem to be the 'less fucked up' about sex than any others. Ricky Martin has been quoted saying to the effect, Sex to us (Latinos) is a joke, which sounds flip but what I get from that is that Latinos realize sex is just another aspect to the human experience, something not necessarily sacred or idealized, conjugal sex and the Blessed Virgin aside. So my Mexican buddy fucked me raw, hard and fast, shot a toxic blast of jism up my white ass where it stayed for the rest of the day, marinating with my buttslime and giving me that pregnant feeling bottoms get when juiced. Ah, that brings us up to January 3. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I inseminated the guy I once called Beautiful Lummox-- but I can't call him that any more. I see it was well over a year ago when he sucked the cum outta me last time, and for a long time after that, he disappeared completely from online. Sometime after the summer, maybe, he reappeared, and had new pix that showed him much slimmer; in many of them he looked pretty amazing; not built and muscular, but just movie-star handsome with a sweet natural manly build. His profile also said he was 5'11, my height-- and I found that hard to believe; I remembered him being huge. He has always had an appealing wit, which he doled out sparingly between periods of essentially begging for me to hook up with him again. At that point, despite the newly pretty body, I think I wanted to indulge in his wit more than sex, until one day, sort of out of the blue, he msged me on Adam4adam saying something like, "Reading between the lines in your profile, I think you like fucking guys with your raw dick and shooting as much cum in them as you can, am I wrong?" This was rather weird, because my profile there is pretty unremarkable; it purposely doesn't have "safe only" clicked because duh, but it also is calculated not to scare away people I could do other things with than raw fucking. I honestly wasn't sure where he got that from, but I told him that was exactly right. And for a long time we went through a strange dance where he said he wanted to suck me off again but didn't think he could trust himself around me; that he'd be on his back with his hole gaping open for my cum in ten seconds and he couldn't risk it. And at one point he said, "If you were my boyfriend, I would have so much of your DNA in me that I would start to look like you." This pretty much made my dick instantly hard; it's so irreverent and funny and dry and absurd and hot, and so far removed from the usual lame dirty talk you get from dudes online, that I was kind of smitten. And after this he got bolder and bolder about the fact that I was to fuck my cum into him next time; it was all he could think about. But he was terribly hard to get. He was living in Fort Greene so wow not too far, but he was too busy wow sorry, and then he was moving way uptown in Manhattan can't explain now, oh he was too sick to meet up, oh he wanted me to come fuck him in his own bed this time and wouldn't come to me again even though my time is more limited than his; yadda yadda. I began to wonder if he was on drugs because he was so erratic. But I remembered him as a sweet almost shy guy, and his demeanor wasn't congruent with drugs. I decided he's just an odd bird. After several near-misses, he wrote me that he wanted to give up, that I could say hi whenever I wanted but the disappointment of never being able to really get together was getting to him. Harumph! I pointed out that he was harder to get than me, and I have a partner, but that I would respect his wishes. And then that night, I defied his wishes and asked if he wanted to fuck. I got no reply and jizzed all over the Northumberland Gramma instead. The next day I got a msg from him that he'd "been asleep" (at 6pm??) and missed me. Maybe he really IS on drugs, I thought. But somehow, this opened up a rather deep dialog with him, which I really kind of liked-- and culminated with me leaving him there on the Upper West Side fully loaded with my ejaculate, after something like three hours of talking, touching, kissing, having first extremely awkward but ultimately very successful sex, and more talking. I… I really liked it. Honestly I was really out of sorts in the morning, and felt like I was online looking at hookup sites out of sheer lack of imagination more than anything. When Beautiful Lummox appeared, we picked up a bit more on our fairly long conversation from a day or two before, and he casually mentioned he'd probably be taking his profiles offline for a while because of some weird experiences he'd had (part of the stuff we talked about when I got to his place). Something about the idea of hooking up with someone I had been with before and had been having good conversation with lately seemed to comfort me today, so I asked him if he wanted me to come up. He seemed really happy that I wanted to, and told me he just needed an hour or so to get ready, but given how far he was, it wasn't a big deal; I needed to get dressed anyway. So I took the long schlep up to where he lives, way up on the edge of the park. On the way my funk deepened, and by the time I got to his place I was feeling extremely unsexy. He opened the door and almost knocked my socks off. He had definitely lost weight, and lost the extra padding in his face that I guess unfairly maybe made me think of him as kind of a slow, lumbering type of person; he looked angular and truly striking. He was wearing a t-shirt and some clingy jogging pants that showed just how different his body was now. I perked up and pushed my way in. We kissed but it was extremely awkward for some reason. He was extremely, extremely talky, wanted to show me his dogs, and his apartment. He wanted to fix me a drink, he had a drink of his own. (Until I read about our last encounter, I'd forgotten that he wanted a drink then too… interesting.) He was having something extremely froufrou that I, lover of froufrou drinks, found it hard to resist; I tasted it and it was pretty awesome so he poured me a small glass. I thought, this is going to totally tank if we don't get to the fucking soon. But we didn't… he wanted to talk a bit more about his crazy experience from the week before, and ask me about my barebacking habits, and all kinds of other things. And we did a bit. (Turns out he'd found my profile on BBRTs; that's what provoked his "reading between the lines" email, and he said when he saw my profile there he was so hot for me he could barely stand it.) But then he suggested we go into the bed and take our clothes off, so we did, and yet still between bouts of kissing, he kept asking questions and talking about this and that. Despite how insanely attractive he was to me-- dark eyebrows, devastatingly dashing chin dusted with hair, flashing eyes, beautiful teeth, huge finely-formed hands-- I was not getting hard. I decided to eventually push him back on the bed and smother him with my attentions to get myself into the silent space of desire I need to function sexually. At first he seemed puzzled but once I slid my body on top of his and began to kiss him with some ardor, he hung back and received my attentions, making little whimpers of pleasure. He hitched his legs around my waist tightly, and pushed his body up into mine, and held me close, and we made out intensely, and I felt my dick getting hard and poking him between his cheeks. Nice. Except he took this occasion to tell me more about what a good kisser I am, how he's surprised I'd said days before online that thing about how I'm not attractive enough to attract this or that kind of guy and was I really that insecure, how awesome my precum is, blabla. I deflated pretty quickly. But I honestly did want to talk to him. Somehow from the beginning I had rather wanted to get to know him. So I let it ride. He seemed completely unfazed by the fact that my erection came and went but mostly stayed away. So we talked more. Finally I figured I'd either have to give up or amp it up. So I finally told him, "let's fuck now, talk later, OK?" and he talked a bunch about how he could understand that and how that would be just fine, and during this monologue I managed to turn him over to check out his ass. I slid down and figured the sure-fire way to get hard was to eat him out. So I did. And I was treated, about five minutes later, to the intense rubber-lipped sensation of having been to the dentist. I could barely feel my tongue. I exclaimed about this and he said sheepishly that he'd put desensitizing cream in his butt earlier, again because of the "weird experience" earlier in the week that I didn't have the full scoop on; he fretted that he thought it would have dissipated by now. But I was out of commission at this point, feeling like my lips were inflated to nine times their normal size. Frustrated but also laughing at the absurdity of it all, I gave up, and lay back on the bed and told him to tell me about the "weird experience". Which he did. And we talked about all kids of stuff relating to guys, lying, drugs (which apparently he *doesn't* do), HIV, life experience in general, body image, yadda yadda. All very interesting. But again I felt the possibility of real sex fading away. I tried the intense making out trick again after we'd thoroughly discussed the ramifications of the bad dude he encountered earlier, but it wasn't working; my dick was on permanent vacation. I just held his body and looked at his face and stroked his skin and thought fuck, this is ridiculous. We talked even more. God knows how long I'd been there at this point. And then, I decided to try eating him out once more. I told him he'd have to completely leave my dick alone, just let me do what I wanted with him, not talk, and he finally got it and complied. Somehow the novocaine or whatever the fuck it was in his has had truly worn off by this point, because I ate him like he was Easter Supper and I felt his own dick getting hard and my own dick getting hard and I stuck it in him and gave him a few strokes-- he was so thrilled and excited that he could barely contain himself, but I pulled out and slid down to eat him out more. He protested but I reminded him, only half-jokingly, "I'm the top here." And he sank his head back down into the bedclothes and hiked his ass up more and I ate more and more; his ass was meaty, round, deep, sweet, very fine. A few more rounds of sticking it to him and eating him out had me ready to get him on his back and fuck him good. He put his feet on my chest-- ironically something I just mentioned recently as a total pet peeve-- but I pushed his legs to the side hastily, sank in hands-free with no resistance, held his legs open, and rammed away. He was so beautiful there below me, so handsome, eyes alternately closed in bliss or staring dimly into mine through a thick haze of fulfillment. I held his chest and shoulders down and slammed my hips into him and he drank up the submissive posture, held my forearms tight while I fucked him, and I thought I could cum right then. But I fought it back, and lay my body down on his, and told him, "Stay close, stay close," and he wrapped himself around me tight, and we locked lips while I rocked my bone in and out of him. I smelled him and tasted him and saw him. And then I fucked him hard for a minute more until I had to cum. "You're cumming right? You're cumming right?" he said insistently into my face, which told its own story of release, I'm sure. "You're shooting your cum into me," he said over and over, and I did. He was so beautiful. I realized then I was soaked with sweat and God knows what my hair looked like. I laughed at how triumphant I finally felt, forcing my way through his thicket of words with the machete of my dick, and getting to where I wanted to be. He held me in him tight, clenched all around my dick, and said, "I don't want any of the cum to get out. I want it all inside me." We kissed and laughed some more, and I slowly pulled out with him clenched all around me, milking out any drops that lingered in my tubesteak and drawing them into his own body. The nakedness of his need was intriguing. I was happy to be here with this handsome, yammering cumfreak. I finally popped out, and began to lay back on the bed to rest, but he said "NO" and scrambled between my legs to suck my meat, in case there was even a fraction of liquid left in me. And finally we did flop back on the bed. And then he told me more about himself-- he'd worked in a restaurant before but he really is an artist, and does beautiful work; I was surprised and humbled at how amazing it is. We had a long intense conversation about art, which I know a little bit about, and relationships, and living in NYC, and my partner, and his ex, and time kept passing. I'll stick my neck out and say this is the first guy among God knows how many that I've fucked like this who I could imagine actually being in a relationship with. He had to walk his dogs, and I had to get home, so we dressed and went downstairs, but stood in the snow on the corner, still talking emphatically. I told him I always wanted to talk like this, but that he always pushed things back to the sexual. He told me he had reread some of the messages he'd sent me and was horrified at how uncensored and needy and pushy they were; "I had absolutely no boundaries." I told him I kinda liked it but would have liked to know him a little better too. He shook his head. "You like being a sex object, admit it." I do, though I think I'm an unlikely one. So unlikely, in fact, that I think rather what I like is just the fluid merging of the mental and the sexual, the high and the low, the world and the underworld. He seems like me too. I think he's neat. On the subway home my depression from earlier in the day came roaring back. I kept wondering what life would be like if I had a boyfriend like him. And it depressed me to be thinking it. Eventually, enough time passed that my usual inner critic decided this would be a problem, that would be a problem. I thought of things this guy had my partner didn't. I thought of things my partner had that this guy didn't. I decided I like my life with my partner more than anything. But part of me missed that cycle of dating, meeting a guy, the promise, the possibility. I was always the dumper when single, never the dumped; I think I'm tremendously to have met my partner in the end. Somehow, I still felt sad. As the crappy C train rumbled alongside the park, a strange scene unfolded. A black dude in dreads, maybe a bit younger than me, ambled on carrying a trombone in his hands. I thought, Good Lord, how can you play a goddamn trombone on a subway car?? He played "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" in a muted tone and most people were smiling; it was random enough to lift everyone's spirits more than the usual busker. Then he caught the eye of a coffee-skinned black guy off to the side, and it seemed they knew each other. "You're a musician too, right?" he asked the guy. "No," said the guy, "I'm an acrobat." The trombonist and the acrobat had a lively conversation from station to station; eventually the trombone launched into an intense monologue about the power of desire and faith. He told some a story about some woman who managed to lift up a car with her bare hands to save her child, and about one time when he went outside to smoke a cigarette and the cigarette lit itself. Up to that point he seemed cool; after that I thought maybe he was a little nuts. But he was a very happy kind-seeming person, and he had to get off at Columbus Circle. A quartet of rich-looking French people came in in his place and sat down in a row across from the acrobat, talking amongst themselves for a while. The acrobat suddenly called out to them, in French, "Are you guys from France? I am learning French! I only know a little. I'm going to Paris in April." The group was delighted to talk to him, and they all left at 42 St together, shaking hands and high-fiving like new friends. "You're short!" I heard him say to one Frenchman, just before the doors closed, "I thought you was mad tall when you was sitting there! It's cool though!" More high fives and we pulled out of the station. WTF! Life is so freakin weird. So many possibilities, so many unrealized, and we only get the one life to experience them all in. Sometimes one despairs; just one is not enough. More...