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To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Not an impressive year. Only 67 loads dumped this year. I gotta try harder this year. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Recently my husband has joined my gym and once in awhile we work out at the same time. When I arrived there was already one cum feeding buddy in his gym clothes. We exhanged glances and I went about my routine. Later I saw that he was still working out, and two other past cock feeders had arrived to work out....hmmmm. Towards the end of my workout, I told my husband that I was going to hit the steam. He had a couple more sets and would join me soon. When he was sitting next to me I filled him in on the three guys being in the gym and that they may pop in. After a few minutes I needed to cool off, so I went to the cold shower and saw the first young blond. He was getting dressed, and then as I walked back from the towel area he was stripping back down and sporting wood. By the time I was in the steam, my husband headed out to shave. The blond came in and immediately dropped his towel away from his rock hard cock. I wasted no time in swallowing it down my throat. Cupping his balls in my hand, and using my mouth to slick up his shaft. Then I moved my hand up to stroke and work over the mushroom head. That was all it took...after a couple of minutes of that routine he was blasting a thick wide load of cum into his hand. I leaned over to lick up everything I could and then cleaned his fingers. As he walked out, my husband was on his way back....I told him that one load was drained already of the three possible. As we sat there, buddy number two came in. Lean and about my height, he sat on the other side of my husband. To get the ball rolling I leaned over to take my husbands pierced cock in my mouth. That way everyone knew we were on the same page. A bit of sucking and groping until we heard the door opening....and in walked buddy number three. Hot young hairy cub. He sat at the far end and could not tell what was going on so I once again went down on my husband's cock. That got the young cub's attention. I then walked over and asked if he wanted to join me at the far end. On his was over, he stopped to take the husband's cock into his mouth - and I reached under the cub's towel to stroke his cock. After a few licks on husband, the cub came over to me and I deep throated his engorged shaft. This young cub not only grows thick with each stroke and slurp, but he also leaks sweet precum. After about two minutes of stroking and swallowing, he began to moan and his shaft swelled in my mouth. Then he shot a massively thick load onto my tongue. I love how thick and white his cum is, so I pulled off a bit to let it hit my lips. As he was blowing, I could hear the other lean buddy begin to cum as well. I used my fist to work out a few more drops of cub cum and reached over to feed it to my husband. With everyone else drained, we turned attention to my husband. I took his cock down my throat again while working over his nipples. After a few strokes he was blasting a nice thick load up into the air and down his shaft. More...

Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... Five on tap to tap my ass, one positive but undetectable. Wish me luck. (Photo from the internet, FYI. No pics or vids, brothers are all d.l.) More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He advertised on CL. Married black male in need of a mouth. 39, 6'1", 200, 9". What he didn't say was he was in a hotel room with his wife, as they were in town visiting family for the holidays. No problem, I could work with that if need be. The day he advertised now was not going to work, due to he was running out of time, so we agreed the next morning at 10:00 would be fine. He'd give me the details then. And he did, though not in time for me to make it there by the designated time - of which he was a little miffed. But it's hard to be at a hotel of which you don't know the location or room number without him telling you until 15 minutes before the designated hook-up time. But I made it and there he was. A little beefy in the middle, but attractive and chocolate brown. He had no shirt on and just a pair of sweat pants. "Are you going to undress?" he asked me. I said, since it was only a blowjob there was no need, but could take off my shirt if he wanted. He wanted, so it came off. Then I went to work. I was on my knees taking out his cock - which may have been a little over 8", but it was not 9". Over 8" is still more than respectable. Now, this guy didn't know me from Adam, but he had me pegged. The words that flowed freely from his lips were like pure heaven to a cock pig. The name-calling was secondary - what and how I was doing was primary. He knew what he wanted, what he liked and was not shy about verbalizing this. I am pretty good at figuring a guy's likes and dislikes out early on and as we go along, but it was nice to hear him specify why I was invited over, what I was to do and how I was doing it. He'd stop now and again to check the peep hole in the door to see if anyone was coming. Whatever. Trust me, if he could see them there, it was far to late to see IF they were getting close. We'd go back into feeder / eater mode and I was making him moan. Though he wanted to be louder, he was afraid the housekeeper in the hall might hear, and he refused to take me back into the room where the bed was, as he didn't want me where his wife might find out. But immediately he'd go back into his dirty talk, knowing all the right buttons to push. And he reached down to my nipples, another thing he didn't know about - until I reacted. But he wasn't willing to fuck me - though he told me about how good he fucked and how he's got 5 kids from several different women. I'm totally good if he's a complete player and looking for any hole to get his manly black cock off in. I mean, here I was in a stranger's hotel room, on my knees sucking his fucking dick. We only had a while, since he knew she'd be back and they'd have to check out at noon, so I went to work. We both did. I met everyone of his thrusts into my mouth by bobbing down on his meat. His hand at my head. I did pull back as he was getting close and stick out my tongue. I let him see his white seed hit the extended tongue before ingesting his semen. Then I took the rest of his shooting cock into my mouth and continued to nurse and drain every drop. He was not the kind to chat afterwards, not that I wanted to. I got my shirt on and was out the door like a good little boy, leaving him to reflect on what he'd done as his wife returned. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Today I got to experience the magic of doing two sexual things that I’ve never ever ever ever done before. And it was pure magic. I like to think of myself as “sexually experienced”. “Well Used” might be accurate too. I’ve done three ways, fourgys, anonymous breeding scenes, bookstores, bath houses, slings, gang bangs, bondage, flogging, blindfolds, public sex, sex parties, sex while stoned, etc. I’ve been videotaped having sex and have videos on xtube and other sites. I’ve done a lot. But I had never made a porn video before where I was the cameraman. And I had never been double penetrated. Now both items are off my “fucket list” Last Friday I was getting bred by this guy I’m sort of on love with. He’s a totally handsome, furry, ginger with perfect auburn hair and beard. Anyway, we got to talking and I said how much I wanted to watch him get fucked by my buddy with the 10” dick. He got very turned on by the idea. And was anxious to try out the “biggest cock I’ve ever taken”. Well, as it turns out, Big Ten was available today. And he was totally up for test driving Ginger-man’s ass after all my high praise. So I set it up, and had them both over to mine for an epic threeway. They arrived at the appointed hour and we all stripped. G-man dropped to his knees to worship at the altar of massive cock— and I started filming. We eventually moved to the bed and G-man got ready to ride the Big Ten’s massive fuckstick. Again, I got it all on video. The first penetration— and the poppers hit needed to get past the thick point. And all the delicious wrecking of his cunt afterward, with all his moans of ecstasy and yelps of pain. And G-man’s beautiful bearded face in the throes of ultimate pleasure. It honestly boned me up like nothing else, watching the guy I have a crush on taking my favorite cock of all time. My dick hasn’t been that hard since… Well… For a long time. I did stop filming occasionally to join in. But always found myself going back for more footage. More angles. More positions. Video of G-man sucking my dick while getting pounded. I’m hard even now as I recall these details and the look as he was nursing on my rock hard dick. I was hoping to get footage of Big Ten breeding G-man all the way up in his colon. But even though I warned him about the massiveness of the meat he was going to take, he had to tap out after 45 minutes of fucking. He just couldn’t take any more. So then it was my turn. I straddled Big Ten, and forced my ass down onto his cuntwrecker. Poppers helped a lot. G-man (who normally breeds me) was still hard and hadn’t cum yet. He knows my weakness are my nips, so he got up behind me and started working my tits. I was so turned on I said, “I want you to DP me!” G-man, now knowing full well the magnitude of the 10 incher that was now inside MY hole just asked “Are you sure?” "Dude, I’ve never been DP’d ever, and I’ve never wanted to try it more than I do right now. Please put your dick in me— and for Chrissy’s sake FILM IT!" He lubed up and grabbed my camera. He pressed record and got some footage of Big Ten inside me. Then he gently pushed me forward while I hit the poppers like crazy. Big Ten worked my nips gently and G-man started nudging his cock head into my chute. Oh my god. The pain. The intensity. The feel of a second cock entering me (and G-man is about 7” and has a mushroom head). I cried out to every deity in the litany as G-man worked to get in me. Then… POP! His head popped past my sphincter, and he slid all the way inside me. In thst moment I think I saw Nirvana. It was the most intense “fullness” I have ever felt. And then he started fucking me. Big Ten basically remained motionless on bottom, other than working my nips (which worked me into a fuckfrenzy). And G-man pounded away at my hole, his cock wedged between my ring and 10 inches of cockmeat. I started loudly begging for him to breed me. I NEEDED to feel G-man cum inside my double-penetrated manhole. It took about five sensational, mind blowing minutes, but soon he was panting heavy and I knew he was close. "Dude, this is so fucking hot! I’m gonna put my seed in you… Ready?" "FUCKING BREED ME!" I yelled. And he did. Loudly. And with extreme prejudice. G-man pulled out, as did Big Ten and we all had to do a little cleanup after the destruction my ass just went through. And G-man was done so he took off. But Big Ten hadn’t cum yet. So he and I went at it again. Big Ten fucked me for 30 more minutes before his spunk ended up in my colon— and mine ended up spattering him, me, and my sheets, during the most intense orgasm I’ve had probably ever. Afterward my mind was spinning, going on twelve different directions at once. To his credit, Big Ten just lay there silently with his softening cock still inside me, while I processed everything that had just happened. Truly it was one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... recently while traveling on business i was doing the anonymous cock-sucking scene in my hotel room the week before the holidays. i had gotten a couple of horny guys in need of head to stop by and and feed me their loads early in the evening...like before 7 pm, but then it got slow. it must have been the cold weather outside as not many guys were looking to travel to get off. i started chatting with a horny ass-hungry top on adam4adam and he let me know that he was craving a smooth tight ass to eat out and play with. having just shaved my asscrack and nutsack smooth earlier in the evening i knew that my tight hungry ass was just the remedy for his needs. he told me his desire to rim me out good before fucking me...and my asshole started to twitch from the heat and desire his description of what he was going to do. here is an excerpt from our chat: "i want to find you naked and blindfolded when i get to your hotel room. i want your ass to be pushed up in the air with your cheeks spread apart when i arrive. i'm going to dive in and push my face between those smooth cheeks to get at that tight little puckered rim with my tongue. then i'm going to spend the next hour eating out your asshole....making it loose and wet and ready for cock. i have a long slippery tongue that is going to probe your hole deep." i just knew from that chat that this guy was going to prove to be a good ass-rimmer...and it turned out that i was right. around the time this top said he was gonna show up i took a break from my usual position...sitting in a chair by the entrance to the hotel room facing the door. i had been waiting patiently for more cock to show up but it had gotten real slow...so i turned around and kneeled in the chair and leaned over the back of the chair facing away from the door. that put my asscheeks up and facing the door directly. i must have dozed off...because when i awoke...i awoke to a pair of hands pushing my asscheeks apart and the feeling of a face pressing between my smooth cheeks. the ass-hungry top had arrived while i was sleeping and dug right into my ass upon arriving. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tuesday night was rather amazing. I am down south again, visiting family. We do our celebrating on Christmas Eve, saving Christmas day for lolling around in bed and going out to eat Chinese food. The party lasted until around 1am, when everyone finally went home. My partner and I had put together a bunch of stockings for everyone, though, and intended to wait around till about 3am, to be sure everyone would be asleep, and make the rounds to everyone's house to put up the stockings for a morning surprise. By 2:30 my partner was totally zonked and bailed out, leaving it up to me to do it alone. I crept out into the cold, clear, brilliantly-starred night and started my rounds. I parked away from one sister's house and rummaged around in the trunk for her stocking while my breath made puffs in the air. I have the key to everyone's house, so I could just slipped in, hand the stocking on her doorknob, and run out again. Unable to resist, I checked Scruff and to see if anyone was around wanting to fuck. I know, I know. But lo and behold, a guy I'd been trading emails with since I got here had just written me around 2:30. He was an almost movie-star-handsome guy, rather rubenesquely built, with a huge ass, very thick arms, a little thick around the middle but in these pix he wore it very, very well. I msged back telling him I was out delivering some stockings to my family, and frankly asked if he would like to suck my dick when I was done. Then I rid myself of the first stocking. When I got back to the car, he had replied, saying I sounded so sweet, and he would be happy to drain Santa's nuts-- he was not far away. I was feeling very fine as I drove off to finish my rounds. I got to my other sister's house, which involved many stockings for her and her kids. Bigass Handsome Dude and I kept up the banter; I packed up the other four stockings in between texts asking if he would drink down my cum. I think he actually said "Oh la la… how soon will you be done?" and I told him about ten minutes. The family has a dog but I did manage to get in there, heard no sounds of stirring, got everything hung on the stair railing, and ran back out to my car down the street. I felt exhilarated with pulling this off-- her kids are teenagers and it wouldn't be at all surprising to have one of them up past 3. Bigass Handsome gave me his address and I drove over, extremely excited about getting my reward for my giving. He let me in, looked just like his pix, and given the late hour, we went right to it-- I pulled off all my clothes and he did the same and got to his knees and, given how long I had gone without getting off and how turned on I was by having exactly what I wanted so freely offered, I couldn't hold back for long. He was definitely a gifted cocksucker, like he'd promised, turning my rock-hard dick to liquid in his mouth as if by alchemy. He sucked me for maybe ten minutes and I came hard, still standing. It was like he was sucking the cum directly out of my nuts with some amazing pneumatic pump. I know I gave him a big load. We kissed goodbye and I told him I'd have to come back some day and sample that extremely ample ass. How awesome! I got back to my mom's and hung the last stocking on her bedroom door and flopped into bed. This is how it should always be! Except that this story is a lie. It's all true up until the part where he gives me his address-- that never happened. To be honest, though he had pursued me rather aggressively for days, something was off about the guy. The particular kind of guy in the picture didn't jibe with the multi-line messages he was sending me on Scruff, his apparently literateness, his eloquence about sex, his interest in how my Christmas was going, his politeness, etc. Dudes like that either ignore me or are all business. But I thought, wouldn't it be awesome if he were cool as well as beautiful? I don't know why someone is up that late on Christmas Eve prickteasing dudes instead of just freakin sleeping. He began to stall when I told him I was done with all the stockings, and said he would rather do it some other time when it wasn't so late (but why write me late and tell me he would like to get together at all??). He wanted to be "on top of his game". I knew I would have some time a couple of days later, when my partner was busy, and he again said this would work out. Not many guys really want to hook up at 3am. I gave him a pass and hit him up later. But when things got specific that morning, and I'd sent him my number for his address, he disappeared completely for good. I was duped! Santa Claus is a dupe. Also in reality, as I drove up to my first sister's house so early on Christmas Morning, The National's song "Conversation 16" came on, a beautiful unplugged studio version. I'm not a big fan of theirs but this song always hits me deep. As I pulled up to the curb down the street from her house, the refrain "I-hi-hiiiii'm eeevil… I-hi-hiiii'm eeevil…" echoed in the car, and at the very end I killed the engine and felt myself start to cry a little. For whatever reason, despite all the good things I really do try to do, I am often swept with a feeling of being a fundamentally bad person. We were excited about giving things to my family for the sheer joy of it, which is good. And then I go cruising for random sex while my partner's asleep and I'm carrying a stocking full of candy. I have no shame about sex per se, but I also am somewhat idealistic. I often wish I could fulfill some postcard version of fidelity and sexual fulfillment with my partner. Instead, I'm pulling over into church parking lots on dark roads between my family members' houses to get specific details about how this dude was going to treat my turgid penis. And in the end, I got nothing. But it *had* been fun delivering the stockings. I was so wired when I got home from adrenaline and sexual frustration that I couldn't fall asleep till well past 4. Hilariously, in the morning-- we got up kind of early to try to catch my mother's reaction to her surprise-- we found my mother enraged about what in retrospect was a rather bone-headed choice for a gag gift I'd put in there. She's quite old but sexually open-minded and has a great sense of humor, but she was completely infuriated by my choice-- I had honestly thought she would find it hilarious, and it really was rather innocuous if a little blue-- and actually said she insisted that we get out of the house. On Christmas morning! She was not kidding. Cowed but also angry in return, we packed up the car between beseeching her to realize it was just a joke and being furious in turn about being turned out like this. My partner had gotten extremely hot under the collar-- I have never seen him yell like that. This isn't the kind of thing that happens in my family much. This was about the worst Christmas morning I could imagine. Before we packed the last bag or two, she relented, got very emotional and tried to explain her reaction, and told us to unpack and get back inside. I am so glad no neighbors popped out just then to say hi-ho and ask what was going on; she lives in an incredibly nosy, gossipy little complex. I fell into bed for the second time in five hours and felt deeply depressed. This is the stupidest world any deity could possibly design. Later that day my nephews texted and called to thank us for what we'd done and express wonder at how it was achieved. Turns out one of them HAD been up at 3am, cleaning out his closet to receive the new clothes he got at the party. Somehow I'd done all this while he was up, and just missed him coming downstairs, throwing stuff in the trash outside, and walking back in to find a row of stockings labeled in mysterious handwriting waiting there. He was like, "SANTA IS REAL!" My partner had spent the hours I was sleeping talking to my mom, who seemed to want to repair any hard feelings by acting as normal as possible. We later had our ritual Chinese lunch with one of my sisters. The next day, we were going to head out of town to meet some friends who are visiting in an adjacent state from out of the country. I had those few hours free, and hit up Bigass Handsome, who had told me he would be around. And as I mentioned, he flaked and went silent. I gave up on him and searched around for someone else, my free time dwindling quickly to an hour. I hit on a self-described submissive guy with a flawless body who was apparently only a mile or two away, thinking it was a waste of time, but I hit on everyone I want to fuck, expecting rejection but sometimes getting acceptance. Amazingly, he said he wanted to suck my dick and drink my cum, and wanted to know how far away I was. He unlocked a very good-looking face pic, a bit boyish and serious, but very symmetrical and clear and attractive. I couldn't believe my luck here and expected more prickteasing. But he texted my cell with his address just as I'd asked, and I was at his place five minutes later. His pictures did not lie one whit. He answered the door in a tight black tank top that showed off his massive shoulders, arms, and pecs-- complete with beautifully positioned eraser-type nips-- and tight black sweat pants that showed off his thick thighs, awe-inspiring badonkadonk, sweet narrow hipbones, and decent package. He smiled radiantly at me when the door opened, and said "Wow, this worked out well!" I pushed my way in and wrapped my arms around his sweet, hot little body and leaned in to kiss him. He immediately turned his head. This is how you can tell I'm not lying to fuck with your mind this time-- it can't be perfect, can it? We are trapped in this fallen world. So instead I sucked his neck and felt up his ass and grabbed those hip bones and pulled him to me, taking the awesome gift he *was* willing to give. He kept groping at my groin, which, owing to the no-kissing thing, was rather dormant. But he didn't act disappointed. He just let me suck on his neck and kind of swayed his beautiful muscular body from side to side. As I kneaded his buttocks, I said, "I might have to eat out this ass a bit before you suck me," and again he demurred. "This was kind of sudden," he said, "and I haven't had time to take a shower." Fuck! So now I'm there before this beautiful specimen with a noodle dick and no way to inflate it. I bravely pulled down my pants anyway, exposing this sad little worm, and said, "Well then, get to your knees and suck my dick. Start off nice and slow for me." And he obeyed, and wiggled my dingaling around in his mouth a good bit, apparently trying to figure out what to do with this thing. It is sometimes a humiliating thing to be grower instead of a shower. But again, he didn't seem panicked; he treated it sort of like a toy. I said, "Suck the dickhead," and he instantly focused there, and when he swiped it just right with his tongue and felt my body jolt, he was very happy with the reaction, and did it over and over. "Gooooood boooooy," I cooed, holding his head by his beautifully formed ears, and he looked up at me, saw me staring at him intently, and quickly looked back down at my dick, and didn't stop. And he felt my dick swelling heartbeat by heartbeat in his mouth, and his body slackened as he felt me get the erection he wanted. Hot damn, he was a good cocksucker! He knew how to please. I pulled his face up to me and forcefully got some kisses from him, and put him back on my dick. But then I pulled him to his feet, ripped the tight clothes off that beautiful body, and ran my hands over him. His skin was very smooth, and his pubes were totally shaved-- I guess he was very into the boyish thing, but he was so built and nicely hung that it looked kind of good. His nips stuck out enticingly, his dick was not big but hard and straight and topped with a pretty dickhead. He was excited by sucking me and I was happy. We hopped in the bed and rolled around. I slid my dick over his smooth, smooth groin and manhandled those meaty limbs with a head full of magic and wonder. How the fuck did I score this?? I reared up and admired him, and slicked up my dick with a spit-covered hand. He instantly hoisted his legs back, assuming the fuck-me position. And, O fallen world, he had some amazing hemorrhoids going on. Maybe this is why he didn't want me to rim him! I did slide my dick around there-- his ass cheeks were so meaty and round and deep and smooth that my dick practically shuddered with pleasure sliding around down there, and when I pushed with my hand to try to enter his hole, my dickhead was so sensitive and excited that precum shot out and I felt myself get almost too close to cumming to hold back. I put his legs back down and rested and forced him to kiss me some more, and then stuffed my dick in his face and pistoned in and out of him, doing pushups above him. He sucked with a look of bliss on his face. He was so beautiful down there, hemorrhoids and all. "I'm going to have to come back and fuck you sometime," I said, and he nodded and pulled my dick back down between his legs. I rubbed the dickhead against him some more but knew I had to stop or I would cum. "Are you going to swallow what I shoot?" I asked, knowing I wasn't going to last long. "I want to see how it looks," he said, "I want a facial." Despite his change of heart, I was happy to oblige. I fucked his head some more and my whole body came. I felt incredible. I pulled out just in time, and five long thick ropes of sperm came out of me. One hit his cannonball of a shoulder. Three hit his upper lip, right under his nose, totally sealing his nostrils with my ejaculate. More went on his cheek. The last five, much feebler shots landed on his chest and his sheets. His eyes were sparkling with amazement; he held his face very still and had his mouth open in both delight and a basic biological need to breathe. "Oh my god, that's a lot of cum!" he said. "You should see yourself," I said. "You're totally splooged." "Take a picture of it," he said insistently. "My phone is in those shorts you took off me." I fished around while he kind of flopped on the bed, his head completely immobilized by what I'd done to him. Somehow he readied his cell phone camera and handed it to me, and I took three shots from flattering angles. He jumped up and ran to the bathroom and admired himself in the mirror. My cum was thick and clung to him the whole time. "This looks amaaaaaazing!" he said, grinning at me hugely. "You made me feel incredible, beautiful," I said, slapping his sweet, sweet ass. He got a washcloth and scraped my fetid goo off himself. "Woooooow," he said. I slid up behind him and looked at him in the mirror and felt his beautiful body up and down. He didn't flinch and let me enjoy him. He said, "Well now you can relax and enjoy the rest of your day!" And it was true. While I got dressed I thanked him and we talked amiably about where in town we grew up, what our plans were for the week, silly things. He was very friendly and so beautiful. Everything was natural and we were both happy with what had happened. This was the giving I had wanted two nights before. This is what everyone is missing out on most of the time. I don't understand half the people online, what they get out of the meager gruel they prepare for themselves, using fake pictures, talking about things they never intend to do, creating excitement in others that dissipates into bitter disappointment and frustration. But we have this awesome capacity to be open, to freely offer what we have, and enjoy the exchange, the taking and the giving. It's the best thing in life! And it's still so rare…. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here For months - on and off - Mr. Sensitive and I have been playing. He has an incredible body and possibly the perfect cock - in length, girth and the best circumcision ever done. While our encounter have all been oral (except for my hands on his nipples), and the oral always being my mouth on his cock. I shouldn't say "all" - as he likes to stand behind me and tease my ass a little with his big dick. But it's never gone farther than that. Normally he gives me about a 30 minute notice before getting together. The last time it was over three hours. I don't know why, but I decided to 'prep' for a fuck. He gave me no reason to think we would go in this direction - either in this meeting or any previous get together, but I did it anyways. I'm glad I did. We started off the same old way, and I'm not complaining if that's all we did. His body feels great against mine. His cock feels great in my mouth. He likes my hands on his chest, and I like them being there. But he got behind me and rubbed. He told me one day he wanted to fuck me over my desk. I told him I wanted that too. He added, "next time I give you three hours notice, you should be ready for me". I do believe I surprised him when I said, "I am ready for you now". He greased up his cock and bent me over. I thought that would be that, but he just teased and then said he needed a condom. Luckily (?) I had two in my desk drawer. I couldn't tell you what year they were or what the expiration date might be. I can't even tell you who might have brought/left them, because I know they weren't mine. He squeezed into it, but it was a tight fit. He bent be back over the desk and speaking of tight fits.......that man stretched my hole. And he pummeled......for four minutes. It wasn't working for him. Whether it was the position or the act, I wasn't sure yet. He was always a little skittish so with guys like this - and some of you know what I'm talking about - you have to play it delicately. He didn't go right back to old trick guy, though he pulled off the rubber. I went and sucked him. I stood up and stroked his dong and played with his nipples. I praised his body and his skills. Guys love that shit....myself included. We are not complicated beings. But this got him stiffer than ever before. He told me to lie on my back on the desk. I complied. His bare dick was still greased up and he lifted my legs. With great skill, he slid his cock into me. Pulled out. Then reinserted. Almost to himself he said, "no....no.....we shouldn't be doing this....", but you could tell he was conflicted. "Do you have another rubber?". I knew the risk: say 'no' and possibly not getting fucked and even scaring him off forever. Or say 'yes' and get fucked, but with a baggie. I brought out the last of the rubbers. Within seconds of rolling it on, he was back in me. The man is a master at fucking. But completely selfish fucking. ....not that I'm complaining. There is something hot about a guy only getting off for his needs and not worrying a bit about the guy under him. I'm sure I've touched on this before - haven't I? I can't be the only one who thinks this, right? Since we had been playing on and off for 30-40 minutes, he wasn't going to last long and didn't. Maybe 7-8 minutes of fucking. He busted his nut in the rubber while up my ass. Due to that lingering sensitivity issue, he didn't last long up there and pulled out way sooner than I wanted him to, and much too quickly. Now I didn't take Psych 101 for nothing. I got something out of that class, though we never used examples as specific as this: With a trash can no more than one foot from him, he peeled off the rubber and dropped it right on the floor between me and him. In his mind, he knew he couldn't give me the load directly by fucking my ass, but he was leaving me the load. Period. I wasn't about to let it go to waste and deep down he knew it. He dressed and left with the promise to return. I gathered his spent rubber and held it so all juices collected into the tip, to see how much cum he might have shot. And none of you should worry, but I emptied those contents right onto my outstretched tongue. And yes, I sent him the picture. He knows what he did. He knew what I would do - though it was unsaid. And yes, I proved him right. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here I suspect that I am not the only reader lamenting the departure of Life in the Raw, one of the best barebacking blogs ever. Blogger Mindtrip revealed his sexual adventures as a top, nailing butt from one end of LA to the other. His presentation was opinionated and direct, presented with a no-bullshit attitude. He seems to have pretty catholic tastes...pornstars, escorts, daddies, collegiates, disco queens, muscle men, all 'ethnics' and many generic hookups...he fucked them all. His postings were regular and frequent, and then, I guess, it all become a big bore or maybe something more interesting came his way: Life In the Raw is no more, or I could be wrong; but if it's somewhere and somebody out there knows, please let me know. I've seen Mindtrip in action at a famous and notorious house party in Silver Lake, and sadly I was not among those he fucked that night. I mean the dude fucks just about anything that moves, and that's why we love him and are interested in what he's up to. Now then, an Xtube contributor has posted a motel hookup starring himself and...our great Mindtrip. Check out 'anon hotel cumdump' posted by a white, almost twink type kid who calls himself the_cumdump, and you'll see Mindtrip at his serious fuckin' best. Mindtrip has also posted a video of his own on Rawtop's website in the Naughty Fuckers free video section...and under 'amateur videos.' He calls it 'Pozzing in a Hotel,' and there's actual poz talk ('infection,' 'poz load') as he nails another white piece of ass. This of course is absolutely verboten in the 'mainstream' bareback porn business, although Treasure Island Media comes closer with each year. But so far, as far as I know, Mindtrip is the only guy who's actually done it. I told you he was a no-bullshit kind of guy. Mindtrip, we love you. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I was there for a holiday party. Me and 100 or so of the closest people I've never laid eyes on. However, I knew the hosts - both of them, though one I have known for pushing 30 years. Yikes. I possibly knew 2-3 others. But I got to meet and hang with a group of 4-5 that I seemed to have something in common. They were fun and funny, but that kind of crowd you didn't dare walk away from as you know they'd rip you to shreds. There were a few draws to the party: one was the host I didn't know as well. It was my understanding he had a big cock. The second was I heard they had a sex room for those willing, while others just enjoyed the drinks, food and seasonal company. Indeed there was a room with a sling. A TV for porn, but it wasn't playing anything. No one was making a move to that room - and oddly, I didn't want to be the first. As it turned out, no one made the move to be first. At least by the time I left at 12:30a. Shame. I had a good time, but not the experience I thought I'd be having. The next morning, I got a message from that host I wanted saying I should have stuck around another hour - as that when things got started. Not sure why so late, but oh well. I was up front and said I was sorry, as I wanted to see and feel his cock. He was just up front saying he really wanted to fuck my ass. Double bummer. Knowing they had a house full of guests, I invited him to my place, but he had to help clean up or his partner would kill him. Triple bummer. A few minutes later, I got a message back saying, I should come over and he'd fuck me. His partner gave him the ok to breed my ass. I wasn't sure how it was going to work, but I headed over there. He said the front door would be open. It was. "Dan" met me at the door. I passed "Bill", his partner, and nodded. He nodded back, not a word was spoken. I was taken down to the rec room as Bill was cleaning up the kitchen. Dan told me on the way down, "the bartender from last night is crashed on the couch, but he has 9" so if he wakes up, it might be fun". I remembered the bartender. At least behind the bar and clothed with cowboy boots on, he looked hot in his own way. It could be fun. Down in the rec room, I immediately rubbed Dan's dick. Soon it was out and in my mouth. Growing. Pushing 8.5", but it was the thickness that was impressive. It was literally a tube of meat. I'm not patting myself on the back, but soon enough my nose was in his pubes. He liked it. I loved it. His hands were on my head, then down my back as I took him into my throat. You know how that goes - then they trailed down to my ass, under my jeans. Since I was commando, his hand found my crack. I couldn't get out of those pants fast enough. At this point, not a word was said. Even noises were at a minimum as the bartender slept four feet away. We both disrobed completely and I was on my knees, shoulders down as Dan put his spit-slicked cock to my hole. Granted, it was a tight fit, but he pushed into me, and I sank back onto him. It felt good. It felt right. Dan wasn't fucking me hard - just slow and steady. Very slow actually. After a few minutes, he pulled out and said he needed some lube. I thought for a second it was odd, as things were moving nicely, but he's the top! A few minutes later, his cock properly slick, he was back in me. Later, he would tell me that he needed lube to minimize the friction. He felt so good with just spit, he thought he would cum too soon and the lube desensitized him a bit. This is why I'm not a top. I don't know these things. Dan went on to fuck me for quite a while. Mind you, he probably got off only a few hours before this, since the back room party got started late, but that was ok, I like being fucked. Mind you, at the beginning I was being somewhat quiet thinking the sleeping bartender should sleep, but part of me want his 9" dick. So "maybe" I moaned more than was needed as Dan pumped my hole. The trick worked and the bartender stirred and looked up. But he just got up, and walked to the bathroom - jeans on, no shirt. On the way back out though he didn't button up. He walked right in front of me and presented his dick. Naturally I opened my mouth and took it in. It was flaccid when it started, but I got it fully erect, though it was easily 2" shorter than 9. Since I was on my knees, shoulders still down, taking it up the ass, the feeder's angle was all off. He tried squatting and even sitting on the floor. Finally, I leaned over and dragged a folding chair over - he sat in it, spread his legs and I was finally getting it from both ends. Due to the house still being full of sleeping guests, ones who were not as open as we were being, we still remained fairly quiet. Actually, except for a few sighs, the bartender said not a word, though his hand went behind my head. Dan kept fucking my hole, slowing down at times, which again I later found out was to stop him from cumming too soon. But in theory the launch code had been activated and it was only a matter of time - not that I knew it. Dan's in and out motions never quite changed in thrust or severity. There was no pre-vocal warnings to his eminent ejaculation. Soon there was just a defining moan, with both the bartender and myself knowing what was happening. And it happened for a while. Dan had a large load, especially since it had only been six hours since his orgasm. Of course he stayed in for a minute while I milked his bone. As he pulled out, the bartender pushed my head off his cock stood up and walked around to where Dan was exiting. Without a word, without ceremony, he pushed in right up my ass. He was truly a man of few words. He said nothing. Some grunts, but that was about it. Dan had moved in front of me and I was cleaning off his dick while bartender just fucked to his own content. I was barely apart of the equation. He did know me, I didn't even have him get me a drink the night before, as the beer was just self-serve. It didn't matter. I didn't matter. For him at that moment, I was a utility, but I put myself in that situation and I wasn't complaining even if I hadn't. The man finally said two words amongst some groans, "ohhhh yeahhhhh". It was low. The voice wasn't going to carry upstairs for anyone else to hear. I'm not even sure he said it for anyone other than himself, like some kind of affirmation of getting his nut. Like walking out of the bathroom to my mouth, there was no fanfare to him finishing, pulling out and going back to lay on the couch. Dan just smiled. We both put on our clothes walked upstairs. I nodded again to Bill and left. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here I am well aware and if you are not so aware, you are about to become aware, that what we see sometimes in porn...is...an illusion. Up until the 1990's, there were a lot of video tricks used, especially in mainstream straight porn. I'm not talking about the strategic crossing of legs, 'invisible' condoms or 'precautions,' an injection of lube treated with nonoxynol-9 to minimize the transmission of HIV. I'm taking about phony cum. Sometimes its application is pretty obvious, when a creamy flow of seed is emitted in a ******* akin to a malfunctioning softserve dispenser. An early Dick Wadd video comes to mind. But that's what happens when a director resorts to video tricks; that pina colada mix used to simulate semen has to be just right, or it gets just plain comical. But I myself had to resort to a video trick last week when while attending a sex party at a Palm Springs gay resort, I discovered I had forgotten my lube. Actually, the bottle had slipped out of my pocket and was safe in my car. I trolled around the place but couldn't find anybody else's lube where to borrow from. Most of my fellow bareback bottoms are pretty earthy and we don't mind sharing...cum, piss, viagra, poppers...lube. But I was the only bottom among the tribe of swingin' dick tops. I finally settled on some SoftSoap that I found in the john. I was afraid it might sting once in my ass, but it did not. So I lubed up with the SoftSoap and returned to the play room to get fucked, and get fucked I did. Three or four daddies fucked this hot poz ass, a couple I knew from before, and they, too, are certifiably HIV-positive. One silver daddy plowed deep and hard, with a fierce fuck and sloshy sound effects raising audible comments like 'what a creampie' from a crowd of men taking in the action. This was turning into a loud, squishy affair, made final by a spectacular orgasm with grunts and more squish. I was milking that poz cock for all it was worth, and then silver daddy resumed fucking, pushing his toxic contribution deep into my basement. He was't the only top there into creampies. Other tops followed, turning my mancunt into a messy, cummy toxic stewpot. Hey, I wasn't about to tell anybody it was SoftSoap that got the whole thing started. Now anybody who reads this post knows the real story. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight was one of those things I feel like would only happen to me, here, now: I went up to midtown and the ate ass of/got my dick sucked by/raw-fucked and spooged all over a fairly cute, rather meaty-muscular latin dude... on a packing blanket on the floor in the middle of some kind of warehouse stuffed with poofy, sparkly evening gowns. After a day of frenzied Christmas shopping and a week of being prick-teased, I really needed to get off-- in the past three days, no fewer than three dudes who were either on their way to get my load pumped into them or told me to be on my way to seed them at their place backed out minutes later and disappeared for good. This guy is always online but never free, but no one else was biting as I sat in Union Square, cruising various apps and hookup sites and watching the pressing crowd pack itself endlessly into the festive-but-Soylent-Green-like holiday market they have there in December. So I idly tossed him a note, asking if he wanted to suck me off. Surprisingly, he instantly wrote back saying he would. He told me an address and I hopped on the train and emerged into another pressing crowd in Harold Square, pushing my way past groups of tourists blocking the sidewalk brandishing cameras and saying, in every language imaginable, "OK, now one of just you and him…."/"OK ahora solo ella y tú"/blablabla. My phone was about to die and my nuts were about to burst so I felt like Tom Cruise rushing though a teeming city to defuse a ticking time bomb with moments to spare. My time bomb wouldn't kill everyone, just slime everyone with my genetic material should it explode without being properly defused. He'd told me to text him when I arrived so he could let me in, and I was convinced my phone would die just before I could put my dick in him. I arrived at the address he gave me, and found just a stupid fluorescent-lit bead store. My heart sank. I turned the phone back on, and texted him that I was there, and he said, "Great!" I reminded him that my phone was about to die and waited. It didn't look like there were any apartments here. People endlessly streamed past back on 6th Avenue but it was pretty quiet on this side street. Nothing happened for about two minutes. Suddenly the metal grate of the dark storefront to my left began to raise. It went up about four feet and I saw the guy inside, crouching down to wave me in. No, this doesn't look shady at all, I thought. I went over and crouched down myself and slid under the grate and was flabbergasted to see the storefront packed with racks and racks of foamy, spangled dresses, all embalmed in plastic bags; a little desk with a computer and some desk chairs were in a small clearing to the left but otherwise it was all dresses. "Well, this is unexpected," I said. "Don't worry, no one will catch us," he said. "I'm not worried about that… it's just kinda... different." He laughed and we kissed and he kissed kind of nice, so I thought, this will be pretty good. I really had to go to the bathroom, though. He went to the back, and turned on a light in a rear room, and said, "It's kind of like a maze." And as I made my way back the dresses closed in on me till I was pushing through them like someone in Children of the Corn II: Bloody Debutante Ball. It was pitch black in the back room with only the sentinel light of the bathroom to lead me to the very back. I did my business and came out; now it was really dark. I made it into the front room, where it looked like he'd turned off the overhead lights for "atmosphere"; now the only light was essentially coming through the door from the bathroom way at the back. All around me the plastic-wrapped dresses glistened like wet stalagmites. Then I noticed the packing blanket spread gallantly on the floor for our "comfort." I decided to roll with it, and told him maybe he should get on his knees; he liked this and began sucking my dick. It was not an ideal location for me and of course I wasn't getting hard. He gave rather nice head but did an awful lot of the tongue-fluttery thing I don't like. I find it distracting and kind of feminine somehow; lick my dick like is the most delicious ice cream cone in the world, dudes. Don't wiggle your tongue at it. He was awfully into it, though, even though I was only getting a little swollen down there. He managed to rip off all his clothes on his knees with my dick in his mouth and kept jamming his fingers in his very beefy round ass as he sucked me. I decided to eat that out. And that got me going, though it is rather hard to really get comfortable on a cement floor with a dirty packing blanket on it. The latin dude was also an impressive moisturizer; his skin was unctuous with lotion and his hair, jet black and wavy, was pomaded within an inch of its life. I felt like if I hugged him tight he'd shoot across the room like a bar of soap in a locker room shower. But his ass was beautiful to eat and my dick got hard. When I put it back in his face he was delighted and began emitting a stream of nonstop "Yes daddy yes daddy yes daddy" that continued pretty much until we had both ejaculated. He definitely gets points for enthusiasm. I wanted to eat some more, so I got back in the position. His constant fingering of his hole made me think he might like it if I fingered it instead; my suspicion was correct and his whole body shook as I crooked my finger against his prostate in that "c'mere" motion that sensitive bottoms adore. This was making my dick very hard indeed, so I pulled out my finger and unceremoniously stuck my bare dick in there. I don't know if we ever talked about this, but he was hot and I wanted it. He was very tight but he took me pretty well and I sliced in and out of him. His legs were a little longer than mine, though, and with only a blanket on a hard floor, it was hard to get a good angle to drill into him properly. I longed to poke my dickhead against his prostate like I was doing with my finger and get the same reaction. Then I popped out. At this point he was flopping all around like a fish out of water. I put him on his back and tried to penetrate him again but he kept flailing around and pushing me away with his legs and I never could get into a good rhythm of barebacking him again. So I moved into push-up position, stuck my dick in his mouth, and fucked his face. Whenever I pulled it out it was "OH DADDY YES DADDY OH DADDY YES DADDY" and then whimpering as he sucked me. Very quickly, too quickly-- I would have loved to figure out how to properly pummel my tool into his rather nice meaty body-- I felt my nuts tighten and I was squirting semen in his mouth. He quickly pulled me out, spat into the air, and yet simultaneously very dexterously jerked me off through the rest of my orgasm. My cum was flying everywhere; I would find it very amusing to discover I'd plastered a dress nearby and some Page Six socialite will end up wearing my scum on some stupid red carpet. "Wow wow daddy good daddy very hot daddy HOT DADDY!" he said. And I just laughed and laughed. "Sorry, I was very pent up, I came too quick," I said, pulling on my jeans, and he said, "No, it's hot, that's a lot of cum, hot!" He kept fingering his ass and nuzzling up to me, even with my pants pulled up and just the fly open. He stroked my body and back hair and kept kissing my face and jamming his fingers into his ass. I decided to play with it a little more. I got him back on his stomach on the blanket, and curled up between his legs, and basically reamed his gland with various fingers and thumbs for the next like twenty minutes. He loved it when I held his hip with one hand and aimed my other finger at it, right through his ass, or when I held his dick and simultaneously twisted my thumb inside him. He shook and moaned and pulsed inside and I really thought I would make his ass cum right there on the floor. But I could never quite get him to the point. "You are driving me out of my mind, Daddy," he kept saying, face pressed into the blanket, slack with stupid pleasure. It was extremely arousing, though I wasn't getting hard. I didn't want to quit. Finally, he got on his back and beat off while I rummaged around in his rectum, and shot hard, his whole body convulsing. I stroked his balls and ass and thighs while his orgasm ebbed and he just kept jolting as if shocked by electricity. "Wow wow wow," he kept saying, "that was so good." His dick had been hard as a rock through this whole thing, and stayed like that long after he'd cum. In fact when I came in, crouching under the steel grate, I'd noticed the distinctive lump of a turgid dick in his jeans. He was hard just from letting some dude into his dress barn! God, I wish I didn't need so much stage managing for a successful erection and orgasm. He was very affectionate after he came and asked me a bunch of questions about myself, my partner, what I do, and so on. "And how old are you?" he asked pointedly. Foolishly, I pulled him up to me, grabbed his ass, looked him in the eye, and said, "Well, how old do you think I am?" "FIFTY!" he said with clear delight. My face must have fallen like a cake baking in a room with a marching band. "Ouch! I'm 45!" I said. "Oh really? I am too!" he said. "Well, you don't have a face full of gray hair," I said. "So you don't look 50." I sure hope I don't actually look 50 to everyone! I guess he wants a daddy so maybe I should have lied, and made myself even older than that. "I would love for you to fuck me again," he said as we both got dressed. "If I ever get to fuck you in a bed, it will be a lot better," I said. He said he could never host at home. I live in Brooklyn, so I'm probably never getting my wick wet in him again. I am pretty sure one time in the dress emporium is plenty. Makes for a good story, at least! I'm assuming next week will be taken up with my partner and my family, and you won't be hearing any more about my testicles or my semen or fucked-up horny bottoms luring me into degrading, absurd situations. Merry Christmas! More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Is there any true anonymous sex anymore? It's getting harder and harder to find. Gloryholes, even in some bookstores, have been eliminated. Cruising parks has been cracked-down upon by rangers and police. And the biggest culprit is the iPhone apps for hook-ups. You get far too much information offered and asked before one actually does the deed. I might not know they're name, but I certainly know their screen name and how close they are to me - along with their likes and dislikes, etc. Or the ones who go on a fucking rant about not wanting to hook-up or aren't looking, though they're on a site for such things. Anyway........... I got back to my hotel much later than anticipated, missing the chance to be tag-teamed by the previous guy and another he had found. I was bummed, but almost too tired to care (in between him fucking me the first time and leaving for my event I did suck off three guys - nothing special enough to warrant a separate post). It's not like I was going without. But as I settled into bed, I did check the on-line apps to see what was what and who was wear. Since I was near the airport, not tons of folks fewer than five miles away - and while that's not far, it's also not as the crow flies. Yet one guy hit me up. His pic looked handsome. 55, 6'0", 185, 7" and hairy. My lights were already out, but he asked I leave them off, crack the door and be on my knees, ass up. He'd be there in 10-15 min. I got up and cracked the door and assumed the position. Mind you - I see ads like this on craigslist all the time, at least the offering of - but never actually had it happen. That was about to change. True to his word, the guy was there in 10-12 minutes. I heard the door open and close. I heard pants being discarded. I stayed facing the opposite wall or head into a pillow. Never did I turn around. Never did I utter a word. Nor did he. There was the sound of him wetting his cock with his spit. There was a heavy sigh as he hit the target (eventually) and sank his head in. ...and then the rest of his shaft. There was the sound of me snorting poppers and the in and out of his wet cock entering and leaving my moist asshole. Repeatedly. I know I moaned when he fucked me hard. Not loud, but audible for him to hear. He knew what he was doing had an effect. After 8-10 minutes there was a deep thrust and the only groan he would give, though it was a long drawn out one. I knew what he was doing. My head stayed in my pillow as I milked his cock with my muscles. I heard the pants go on. I heard the belt being buckled. I heard the door close. I never heard a word of thanks, nor did I give one. I pulled up the covers and went to bed with a stranger's load in my guts. While it was not completely anonymous, it was the closest thing in a while. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here Just got blown by my neighbor. The sex was great, but I'm not sure if sex with a neighbor is a good or bad thing. Thoughts? More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here "Let's get some dick in you now" was a reply I received from an ad I placed while I was traveling. 45, 6'1", 190, average build, 7" thick, hairy and had a goatee. The accompanying picture was nice too. As you can see from the post opening line, he was insistent on coming to my hotel room and I did ask for aggressive men, so I shouldn't have been surprised. He was hoping others had answered as well and would be there, but timing is everything, so it was just him and myself. I was slightly disappointed when opening the door. Physically, he was fine, but he came off a little effeminate and I was not digging that. But that said, he turned it around quickly and was a bit more masculine and soon his clothes were off and I was on my knees. The man used "boy", "faggot", "son" and "cocksucker" an awful lot while using my mouth and pinching my tits. No doubt I probably responded positively to his first attempts and he ran with it. I sucked him. I ate his ass. He did nothing to me or my dick - which is just honky-dory to me. Eventually it came down to the main event. And we did it in multiple positions. This guy had warned me he is not a fast fuck and it was true. He was a slow, methodical fucker who took his time and went deep. The guy took at least 60 minutes to bone my ass. I'm not really complaining because he knew what he was doing and talked dirty the entire time. If I had a complaint, it was I missed two other opportunities because I couldn't check my phone - and they had moved on while I took it up the ass by this guy. I did think with that talk and that skill, there'd be a better warning system for when he dropped his seed, but there was nothing more than a mid-stroke, "oh shit, here it comes....." He pumped a five day load into me, according to him. And afterwards, he wanted to cuddle a bit - which is not my style. I couldn't shake him no matter how hard I tried, though he did promise to come back later at night with a buddy he'd find and then they'd both fuck me. I let him "cuddle" for that reason alone. I was ok with being pimped out this way, thinking I'd be back from my event in time for it to happen, but alas I missed that window. But that left me open for another opportunity as well. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... This morning my nuts felt very full from a lot of sexy chat with an extremely cute guy on Scruff last night that went nowhere. I logged on to all the sites and apps and was hit up pretty quickly by a guy on Mister who is apparently normally top but really wanted me to fuck him. He was a little tall and bulky looking, so I wasn't feeling it. My profile is short and sweet on that app, and pretty much only talks about how I'm going to fuck everybody, so I felt I had to explain that I pretty much like fucking smaller guys. But when I proposed he service my unit long and slow and edge me till I popped, he expressed enthusiasm. He was only a block away. Who can argue? It was nice and early in the day so I could get my ejaculation over with and focus on work with a light, cum-free nutsack. He was only one subway stop away, so he was here pretty quick. His pictures online had what I think of as "gay face"-- a certain bone structure, a certain clarity to the eyes, a certain intensity I associate with homos, especially rather piggish ones. He also looked a little Southern in the face in his photos-- not a look that turns me on much, a little too pretty. But in person, he was a big strapping muscular guy, with a booming deep voice, and while he was indeed very pretty, he was also extremely manly, with a thick neck, a salt and pepper beard that was darkest along the line of his firm chin and over his lip, huge shoulders, hands like slabs of steak. The pictures made him look a little fey but in person he was about the dudeliest guy I've been with in years. So of course an hour and a half later he was on his back, whimpering out of control because of the magic I was working on his nips, getting drilled up the rear by my diamond-hard fuckrod, asking me to shoot on his body but taking the first few squirts of extreme high-pressure cum inside that big beefy body. But it took some time to get to this utterly fantastic point! The doorman for whatever reason didn't buzz him up, so he appeared a little unexpectedly knocking at my door. I opened it and his extreme handsomeness and that panty-melting voice of his seriously took me off guard in a way that made me feel almost like a teenager. We shared one verrrry nice kiss and I said "Let's just go to the bedroom," and he followed me, and I pulled off my shorts and pulled off my t-shirt and hopped in the bed-- very uncharacteristic for me-- and I said "How about you just get to work." He started taking off his clothes, revealing a big solid frame, with a bit of extra padding around the middle that wasn't out of control, and huge thighs. He had on a pair of dark cotton briefs which I stopped him from pulling down. "Leave those on for a bit for me," I said, "but take off the rest." He complied and clambered up on the bed, eyeing my vastly inferior body like it was some kind of exotic, expensive cupcake. He put his head between my legs, letting my balls rest on his forehead, and just inhaled. He rather reeked of man stink, which is the one thing I regretted about the encounter-- it just doesn't turn me on; a little is fine but not that day-old stuff-- but whatever well-scrubbed scent was wafting off my pubes snaked into his nostrils and made him drunk. His big hands-- really big hot sexy oh my fucking God hands-- gripped the thickest part of my thighs and then loosened, sliding down past my knees, over my biggish calves, down to my ankles, and over the soles of my feet. My dick was flopping around as horny blood coursed into it but he was not touching it; he was just enjoying a prolonged visit to Crotchland. I let him, it was exciting. He finally sucked my meat into his handsome mouth and had me wanting to cum almost instantly. His technique was rather static-- he was a big fan of just getting completely impaled down the throat with my prong and holding it there in that moist warm place, grazing my balls with his stubbly beard, which was a very nice sensation, but I wasn't sure he would ever be able to make me cum with the things he was doing. He seemed a little uncomfortable with how intensely I was starting at his very, very, unexpectedly handsome face and kept wanting to kiss to obliterate my gaze, but when he sucked me I made sure to position us so I could see my dick disappearing into that amazing sight. The best thing about the dude was revealed when I casually reached down to tweak the ridiculously big, fleshy nips hanging off his chest as he worked my dick over. His reaction was a little out of control; he had to have the most sensitive nips I ever touched. His body jerked as if electrified. When he had made me feel melty and relaxed from all the sucking, I pushed him onto his back, and climbed on top of him, put our dicks together (his was rather short and had a strong downward curve to it, but I did the best I could), pressed my hips against his, and then slooooowly sucked his left nippled into my mouth. I know how these guys are. You can get a pretty good reaction just from chewing or flicking or whatever. But if you want to drive them out of their mind, keep them guessing. As more and more of the sensitive pink skin slipped into my mouth, his whole body shook and he cried out like an animal. His face was scrunched tight as if he was trying to keep himself from exploding. My tongue made come-here motions, like a crooked finger, up under the nip, licking from the chest into the aureole and then up to the tip in a forceful motion which made him rigid with delight. Two gentle teeth holding the very tip of the nip and very gently pulling it away from his body, then tugging it left and right with calculated motions of the head, had him practically tearing into my shoulders, completely out of control. I did everything I could think of to his chest and he was putty in my hands. I wanted to put my dick in this. We had not talked about fucking raw, and as I recall on his profile said something that led me to believe he might be a true-believer against doing it (hard to tell, but that's the impression I got). But this guy would clearly let me do whatever I wanted to him at this point. Whenever I would let up and give him a rest, he'd just look at me and shake his head and go, "Holy MOLY." His ass was very meaty and the cleft was very deep; I kept slicking up my tool and sliding it down between them, and just sliding around down there was almost as good as fucking. It was so exciting I almost came twice. I carefully gauged his reaction, looking into his face for clues of how far to push and what reaction I would get. He looked like he was performing a similar but inverse calculation on me, trying to see what I was going to do. I let it go and presented my rigid, pulsing tool to him for more sucking. He just curled up beside me, draping his arm, shoulder, and big back over my body and taking all my length into him and suckling slowly. All I could see was his back, his beautiful thick neck, the swirl of hair on the crown of his head, the back of his ears, his tattoos; I felt a silky nonstop lapping at my invisible dick. I just let him enjoy. But soon I was back working on this nips, fooling around near his ass, and we calculated and calculated. He clenched his ass cheeks often, he barred my entry… but then seemed to invite it despite himself. It was clear we were psyching each other out. It was sort of funny. At least an hour went by like this. During one break, when he was lying beside me and we kissed while I stroked my verrrry happy erection, I told him, "Now I REALLY want to fuck you!" He laughed and said, "Against house rules?" I said no, that I felt like if I put it in I would pop instantly. This is an avenue where certain bottoms go HELL YES DO IT, but he was not that bottom. But he liked being told he was so handsome and meaty that I just wanted to fuck the holy hell out of him. And slowly he presented his rear, and I climbed on top, and slowly slowly slowly eased it in. He kept saying "EASY EASY EASY" even with the most minor penetration, so I guess he really was typically a top. Finally I got my body in a good sort of base position, holding my tool rock-solid still at the perfect angle to go into him, letting him wiggle and creep back onto me. It took several minutes of coaxing, but I was finally in, and it was mighty fine. He turned that handsome face back to look at me, his raw top, and kiss me, and just take it. He looked extremely tentative, though; I almost felt bad, as if I were violating him. I turned him on his back and looked for another sign of what to do. I would hate to really enjoy fucking him if he felt like we were going too far. And almost imperceptibly, he smelled his hand, which he had used to spread his cheeks while I was on his back. So THAT was it! He just wasn't sure he was clean! The poor guy. I guess he was a dirty barebacker anyway; he just didn't want any embarrassment. The things we homos have to deal with... Having seen all I needed to see, and detecting no problem myself, I hoisted back those gigantic legs, and drilled in, got some more "EASY EASY EASY" and then I was in him deep, and pumping into him like an oil derrick. And I sucked his nips and got another "Holy MOLY" and we fucked and fucked but he was pulsing too hard inside and I said, "You are going to make me cum man," and he stared at me in the eye and pulsed more and I said "Do you want me to cum?" and he said, almost comically feebly, "Will you cum all over me?" at the very instant I felt three hot wet pulses disappear into his warm heaving insides. I held myself as still as I could, willing my cum-muscles to stop, and somehow they did. He looked at me expectantly, and I said, "Just let me get past this, just wait…" and I felt the need to cum more pass, and I really reamed him then, and within thirty seconds I was ready to cum for real, so I pulled out and splatted him with the four or so smaller jets that were left in my testicles after the ones he took inside. And he beat himself into a frenzy and popped all over himself too, leaving his belly utterly slimed with our mingled, mutual pleasures. He laughed. "OK then!" he said. "THAT is what a good time looks like." He pointed to the pool of gunk on his body. I slapped his thigh, told him he made me feel really good, and went to get a wet towel for him to clean up with. We lolled around a bit and talked. He said, "I don't do that often"-- not sure if "that" was take big fat raw dicks or get fucked at all, but I got the picture-- "and I wasn't really prepared. I thought I was just going to suck your dick." "Well, I wasn't expecting that either, but you are a really good looking man," I explained. "And I love fucking handsome men." He beamed and said, "So you usually like smaller guys?" And I said yes, and yammered a bunch about sex in a way I probably shouldn't have, and at one point compared fucking bigger guys to sticking my dick in a brick wall. "Well!" he said, "I will certainly beat off later thinking of that compliment." I tried to laugh it off but I think I made an ass out of myself even further. He was rather cool and that voice had a very grown-up, authoritative air to it; I felt like a weird yammering geek even though I had basically just reduced him to jelly and reamed him. We talked more about where he's from, the city, and our work as he got dressed. He seemed pretty happy. "When you shoot three squirts more than you usually do, you know you had a good time!" he said. I still didn't reveal that I'd shot MY three best squirts inside him. I guess that'll be my secret. I closed the door and looked at the clock. We'd been at it for almost two hours. And it still felt so brief! I can barely imagine his face now; everything is a hot blur. So much time spent working my way into him, and it still seems so brief and fleeting…. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I just fucked a hard load into Handsome Fuckboy. God, it was good. And given the way things have been going lately, completely unexpected. It was one of my top fucks of the year. I was out till 3 last night, eating an ill-advised cheeseburger and fries right before going to sleep, which woke me up a few hours later banging on my metabolism, and then my dad woke me up at 10 am, calling me from Florida to rib me about the snow we're getting (which is still falling). I felt like crap, hungover more from the cheeseburger than the beer I drank I think, and in absolutely no mood for sex. But I had put Handsome Fuckboy off twice this week and today we were supposed to get together, so I dutifully texted him. He took a while to reply, saying he had a sore throat. At first I was relieved, because I didn't want to waste a lousy fuck on such a great bottom. We pinged back and forth about our disappointment, and then I said, "Well, you could just come over and I could stroke your body and beat off on you!" This seemed to perk him up, and he said, "Well, I guess it's just my throat that hurts; my ass is fine." I felt terrible asking a kid with a sore throat to trudge across Brooklyn in the snow to visit my possibly limp dick, but I just couldn't help myself. The idea of lolling around in the bed with a tight little twentysomething as the flurries blew outside was just too appealing. So I lured him here. And an hour later he was here, and an hour after that he left with my genetic material shot deep inside his guts. Damn! Thinking back on all the guys I've been with this week-- it's been unusually busy-- I realize what a difference small things make. Literally-- he's maybe 5'5 and a complete slip of a thing, and when he came in from the snow I helped him unwrap his layers and then felt him up, and then wrapped my bulk around him, and there is just something primally arousing about completely overwhelming a tiny, shaking little thing like that. But he also instinctively knows how to respond to what I do without any verbal cues, and he likes to start out very slowly the way I do. The guy yesterday was hands-down more boner-inducing visually-- he is extremely cute and has a very exciting body, not built or muscular but just very naturally sexy, and forget the humongous rock-hard dick. But visual only goes so far with me. This kid has really got something, and whatever it is, my dick wants to ejaculate in it, hard. I spent a good time still dressed just feeling him up and kissing him and sucking on his neck, which made his dick swell noticeably in his corduroys every time. He is very quiet and only makes the most minimal of mewling sounds when something turns him on, and for some reason, that's even more exciting than the never-ending, hearty streams of "Oh God man yeah" that I get from more enthusiastic dudes. I guess everything has its place-- I did have fun with Double Scorpio the first time, for sure, but Handsome Fuckboy is like the meal you are always hungry for after a hard day of work-- nothing else satisfies the same way, no matter how epicurean the delight. His dick is very pretty and just stays hard as a motherfucking rock. It's smaller than mine, but the straining hardness and beautiful fleshiness of the head makes it a real pleasure to rub against mine. I rubbed my bulk all over him and felt him precum freely; he wrapped his little body around me completely and just luxuriated in being underneath me. I couldn't help thinking of the contrast between the last few guys. There was no worry about erections, no calculation of how to make sure I kept myself turned on, nothing. It just felt so fucking good. I wondered if it was a bad idea to stick my dick in his mouth if he had a sore throat. But maybe my prostatic fluid would have curative powers, I rationalized! It is sweet, slippery, warm; it must be a salve for the esophagus, right? So to further heap depraved burdens on this poor kid who just walked through a blizzard to have me sweat all over him, I slid up beside him and presented my red, engorged choad for his inspection. He took it in his mouth without a whimper, and gave me that sweet silky head he does, again everything so slow and sensuous and perfect, uncoiling whatever serpent sleeps in my Kundalini and filling me with the desire to knock him up. The only worry was when I was eating his ass. His hole had that acrid, medicinal taste some dudes who clean out too enthusiastically get. I slowly began to doubt how this might go. I remember things working without a hitch last time, not a care or a worry, just slip in my dick with spit to guide the way and buck my hips into him and enjoy the pleasure. But maybe he did something differently this time. Whatever, hiking his hindquarters up in my face and holding that rigid, oozing bone of his made him whimper much more than I'd heard him do before, and feeling his little hipbones in each hand sent an urgent signal up and down my spine: fuck this kid. Get your dick in there NOW. So I took some of his precum and mixed it with mine and some spit and slicked up and pushed in. So warm and sweet. A little tight. Not very slick. I pulled out and was greeted with an extremely medicinal smell. What the hell are these dudes squirting into themselves when they clean out? My erection shrank a tad. I ate him some more to open him up more, slick him with more saliva from my tongue probing him, and the taste was very strong, dissipating slowly. Ay chihuahua. I reached for a bottle of lube to ease my way, but as expected, whatever was in him mixed badly with whatever was in the lube. Things were going downhill. I wasn't quite panicked, but I did suddenly feel a little pathetic: this 45-year-old dude unable to drill a horny, open, willing 22 year old with his ass in my face. I flipped him on his back and he hiked back his legs to make his asshole a target, staring me in the eyes and making very clear what he wanted. But I slipped my weight back over his little body again, lowering very slowly, kissing his lips and kneading his ribcage and hips with one hand, and slowly stroking my dick with more pub with the other. He lowered his legs slowly, and submitted to what I was doing; not sure if it was reluctant-- he'd seemed disappointed when he saw the state of my wang-- but always the perfect pliant bottom. And just being close to him, feeling his bones and his meat, feeling that still rock-hard, insistent erection of his against my rubbery dong, did its magic. I moved slowly and we kissed and I bit his neck and felt his dick pulse against my belly, and every minute my dick lengthened and strengthened. When it's good it's good. Damn, this kid is a turn-on. And he felt my dick waking up again too, and it only made him more hungry. He was shaking, he was whimpering, he wanted me inside him so bad. He was getting very wet, oozing precum. I wanted to be an iron rod before I stuck it in him again, so I kept up my movements, letting go of my dick and pressing it against his body and humping, when he finally pushed my hips up a bit, away from him, saying, "You are getting me very close." I stroked his body, put my hand on his face and looked him in the eye, smirked a bit, and told him to relax a bit. He closed his eyes and sighed and I stroked that sweet, lightly hairy little body, and then gripped my dick like a sword, and lifted up his little buttocks from the bed, and he opened his eyes, saw what I was now packing, and pulled his legs way back. I slicked up with a little more lube and sank into him up to the balls. The time for slow and sensual is over, kid, I let my demeanor say, giving him maybe three slow strokes to ease the way for the nonstop pistoning onslaught that I gave him for the next ten minutes or so. The switch from sweet and longing to stupid rutting animal had been toggled. I put all my weight on his slim shoulders and whaled away at his ass. He set his face very determinedly and looked at me with complete gratitude and admiration and took it. And I switched to hold the sides of his body and he squirmed with excitement, all the ways to be pinned down by a big hairy top. I hooked his knees under my elbows and pressed down on him and we fucked close together. I held them high and we fucked far apart, connected only by my fuckstick. And again all the weight on his shoulders, or on his chest, his favorite of all, feeling completely submissive and at my mercy as every inch of my rod slammed into him over and over. I fucked him with long deep strokes and his face was pure sex. He looked so young with this expression on it. His dark hair and eyebrows and his stubbled chin were all manly, but his eyes and the curves of his now flushed-red mouth were so soft and young, but he was pure sex and just kept saying "Yeah. Yeah. Oh yeah." I grasped his face in my paw from cheek to chin, with my thumb by his mouth, and growled as I sawed into him, "Tell me you like this as much as I do." And he looked at me helplessly and said "It feels so good." And I kept fucking, and when I bit his neck his dick pulsed hard, and I did it again and it pulsed very hard, and I looked at it; it was engorged even more and bright red, and very liquid at the tip. "Did you cum?" I asked, and he said, "I'm so close," and I asked, "Do you want me to fuck it out of you?" and he nodded helplessly and said "Just keep going" and I held his dick and he nodded again and said "Keep going keep going" and I said "Now you're going to make ME cum," and he nodded hard and said "Just keep going" and I let rip inside him, squirting the best load of cum I've produced in months into him deep, and holding his dick, rather ineptly jerking him, and he started to cum too, and pushed my hand away and beat himself off. I was soaked with sweat and grinned at him. "Holy crap," I said, and he said, "That was great. But I gotta go to the bathroom." I pulled out slowly-- his ass was performing that post-coital death-grip asses sometimes do, so I extricated myself as slowly as I could, and he hopped up, looking very slender and vulnerable to me, and ran to the bathroom, closed the door, and, I'm not sure. Expelled me? Just washed up? Who knows. He came back after a long interval and I motioned for him to get back in the bed. He curled beside me and I put my arm around his shoulder and stroked his body. We lay there for about 20 minutes in complete silence; the snow blew by outside, just visible through a crack in the curtain. I'm not sure how comfortable he was. I wondered if he wondered if I was neg and should have asked. I wondered how many guys he lets cum in him. But I just kept stroking him, until it was time to get ready to meet someone in town. And then I pulled him close, told him we should get dressed, and he hopped up. He's a little skittish and shy; we talked a little bit about nothing. After he was dressed I gave him a big hug, and he thanked me for having him over. I told him to go home and rest. If only all fucks could be like this! I hope I make better decisions in the future about who I get with… this is definitely a quality versus quantity issue. This kid is real quality. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I didn't really want to hook up; I figured I'd save up a bit of a load tomorrow for Handsome Fuckboy, who has been trading texts with me ever since we hooked up about fucking again, but it never works out. Some guy on Scruff got me all worked up about coming over, though, and then had a typical bottom's laundry list of things we had to do including "and then I just walk in and you're beating off" and "can I serve daddy please I like to lick daddy's balls" and blablabla, and asked for detailed information about how to get here, including "how do I find the subway to you" (good lord, he was 5 blocks from it), and then disappeared on me anyway. He was hot, though, and suddenly I really wanted to fuck. I figured it was OK that no one else seemed available-- I feel like I do have a sure thing for tomorrow and being extra randy would only make it better, but I've thought that before and been disappointed, of course. Suddenly Double Scorpio texted me, wanting to fool around. How convenient! I fucking love the dude's body, so I invited him over and he showed up about a half hour later. And I realize I'm just not cut out for lots of quick-repeat encounters with dudes. I think I'm a sucker for the get-to-know, the slow buildup with someone new, the discovery, the variety, the novelty. Like a lot of guys on the second time, Double Scorpio came in, quickly threw off all his clothes and hopped up on the bed and stuck his ass in my face. I think this would appeal to a lot of dudes, but I am not that dude. It kinda all went downhill. Basically, I'm like a chick sometimes. I talk a good talk but in the end you kinda gotta get me going. His dick was instantly huge and hard, a sexy Gibraltar jutting out between his legs. I just can't compete! We kissed roughly a bunch but that was it. I figured well, let's get to work on what he brought over. And I started to get hard, but then he wanted to suck me before I was at full mast, and he's just kinda rough and scattershot with the head; if I was very hard it would be enough to be inside his handsome head, but when I'm trying to warm up a lot of chickenhead movement kinda turns me off. I lost the erection I was slowly growing! So we tried all kinds of things. I ate more ass tonight than I have since Arbor Day. But it just wasn't working. To his credit, he didn't just give up. Most guys woulda been out of there after ten minutes. But he stuck around for a truly valiant amount of time. Nothing kills a buzz like a limp dick, so soon his was limp. But we kinda kept it up. Finally he said he wanted a rest, and I told him it was fine, saying, "I have no idea what is up with my harden." He was breezy and really didn't seem upset. He lay face down on the bed and I took out a bottle of lube and stroked myself and just admired his beautiful, beautiful little body. I told him to relax and just let me touch him. His legs are swollen with muscle and his balls are so big, the looked very inviting peeking out from between, in their nest of dark hair. I just stroked his meaty thighs and his round balls while I slowly worked on my slippery meat. I especially loved touching the small of his back, where his muscles got very tight and then erupted into those gorgeous ass mounds; right at the spot where concave deliciously turned to convex, there was a patch of invisible hair that was very exciting to touch. And gripping his narrow hipbones definitely did something to me. He seemed extremely relaxed and we were quiet through all this, but he did finally say, "That feels really nice." It did. My dick was getting hard finally, and I thwacked it against his thigh to let him know. He was smart enough not to jump up and try to suck it or whatever; it had been skittish enough in appearing so he let me do what I wanted. I slid it all over his leg and bounced it off his ass. And it got really hard. And we kissed and then he laid on his back, hitched his legs around my waist, and I humped his sweet, sweet tattooed body. His dick was now hard as a rock too-- just as nothing makes you limp like a limp dick, nothing makes you hard like a hard one. He held my neck very hard with his hand and we sucked face… …and I fucking popped all over him, with barely any time to croak, "fuck, I'm gonna cum" before he felt the liquid coursing out. He scooped some up and vigorously fisted himself, saying, "well that was…. fast", and I held his balls and touched his pubes and bit his neck while he tried to make himself shoot. But he couldn't. "Come down here," he said, and I slid up beside him, and he stroked my back hair. "You didn't get off?" I asked, thinking maybe he had, and he said no. "I needed just a little bit of warning," he said, and I said "That was about all the warning *I* had. There's definitely something wrong with me today." Of course the only thing wrong with me is I'm a big dirty whore who always needs a new dude. Or, if you're a repeat, you gotta push all my buttons just right. "Sometimes, I'm like a chick, goddamn it," I said, and he laughed and laughed. "Sometimes I just gotta start slow I guess." He held my body and fisted himself hard a few more times, and then said, "It's OK, I can cum later, with my head full of thoughts." He is an unusually cool dude. But I think another problem is I just like my guys more submissive. He has a very toppy energy, although he kept saying, "You're going to fuck me next time, yeah? You gotta fuck me." I dunno about that. I'd love to get my dick in that body but if we do this again it's gonna have to be after a long break. He cleaned up a little and I gave him some water. He praised our insanely overdecorated Christmas tree, featuring some hand-made geometric ornaments and rather lurid colors. And he stood up and gave me a hug and I said, leading him out the door, "Well *I* had fun! *I* got off!" He laughed and gave me a handsome look and said "Good for you," and trotted out. It's a little frustrating that I can't just fucking get hard with a handsome guy with a rocking body and great personality like that. All this other shit gets in the way. Now I'm a little curious about how tomorrow will go with Handsome Fuckboy. He gives amazing head and is tiny and takes my raw dick with no questions, though, so if it happens it's gotta be good. Right?? Egad, I'm a mess. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I jizzed a gallon down the tentative, gentle throat of a very nerdy, uptight hispanic dude. The really cute guy in Chelsea who made a big show last night of inviting me over for a lunchtime tryst of course ignored my message today asking when. There were no cocksuckers to be found except out-of-towners, who were crawling all over me for some reason. Jerking off with a big ass in my face last night, but not ejaculating, had my nuts particularly swollen and in need of shedding their cum. I was getting absolutely nowhere and about to give up for the day when this hairy, rather geeky looking dude hit me up-- a roommate of mine in grad school used to describe such guys as looking like they'd "really enjoy a baloney sandwich." I knew any number of dorks like this in Junior High, because that was, sadly, my milieu, inasmuch as I had one. My own friends were on the very fringes of tolerability, but *their* friends were just like this guy: players of Dungeons and Dragons, wearers of unflattering glasses, nonstandard weird formal footwear, gargantuan book bags inexplicably stuffed with stuff that I never particularly found necessary to bring to class, and always, always that cast to the mouth, the protruding lips, the visible teeth, the stretched-back ever-present grimace that shows just how difficult it is for these creatures to live in this world. This guy had all this and more. But he wanted to suck the juice out of my dick, and there was something about his face that, in my cum-drowned brain, tickled a nerve somewhere; maybe if you put your thumb over this or that part of his face, he'd be kind of cute. Maybe. Honestly I just wanted to get off in another dude and he was ready and willing to drink me down. So I invited him over. And while it was not a stellar hookup, something about him really did have my dick hard as a fucking rock and singing. He showed up, predictably, a bit dumpier than the pictures, and balder. I realized as he came in the room-- after assessing all the geekiness he was exuding-- that what I liked about him was his nose. He had a big beaky nose. Gets me every time. I made some small talk while he started unwrapping his many drab layers and heaved off that absurdly bulging book bag, and he responded meekly and tersely. I asked if he needed some water or something and he looked absolutely perplexed by this nicety. "So let's just get right down to it then," I said, and he nodded, and looked at the floor. I led him back to the bedroom. Well, he was a really nice kisser-- he was one of those guys who did a lot of tongue, but he didn't just stick it in my mouth like a numb, slimy index finger, the way most tongue-kissers do, nor did he wiggle it around in a distracting and unsexy way. He just gave me a lot of tongue and sought out mine. His baloney-eating lips were actually very sensuous and silky to kiss. I was getting into it. Funny thing about looks. People are often much more attractive close up than they are far away, somehow. What is this? Perhaps that close up you admire the clarity of their eyes, the deep rich color of their hair and eyebrows, the warm flush tones of their skin, the position and shape of the eyebrows. Close up you are not appraising the same way; close up there is intimacy, maybe the desire to see what's really there. This guy looked really good close up, surprisingly. I suddenly felt a little less desperate. And let me tell you, with a dick in his mouth, this nerd looked positively hot. Whatever tension the non-nerd world permanently impressed on his face melted away completely when he was between my legs, feasting on my tubesteak, luxuriating in the scent of the hair in my groin, stroking his face across my balls. His face grew longer, more serious, more manly, more sensuous. It was fairly dark in the room, so I pulled the desk lamp gooseneck around and sort of put him in the spotlight. I noticed the warm caramel and ruddy tones of his skin for the first time; his name was Latino but he barely looked it when I first saw him-- again, all I could see was dork-- but there nestled in my crotch, clearly his element, his face was transformed into the face of another, almost dashing man. At first he seemed rather shy with how I intently watching him work me over, but then he clearly got into it, and held my gaze steadily and, if not defiantly, completely unflinchingly. His eyes were a perfect deep brown, dark enough to almost swallow the pupils but not quite; his eyebrows had an arch and gloss to them that made my dick hard as a rock. His scruffy angular chin and the dark stubble on his lip were very sexy. He could barely get half my dick in his mouth without gagging, so this was definitely not the best head I ever had. But this transformation had me unusually excited. We kissed a lot and I eventually got him on his back, with another bedside lamp, coming from the other side, illuminating his face interrogation-style as I rammed my rock-hard bone against his hairy, toasty tan body. "I just wanna fuck you," I kept saying, staring into his eyes, "Looking at your face just makes me want to fuck the hell out of you." He liked this, but it also made him shy. He grinned the kind of grin I expect all nerds do when the pretty girl (and it doesn't take a lot to look pretty to a nerd) decides she likes him. I myself had a pretty girl who liked ME when I was a nerd. Maybe I smiled like this then. He smiled like that now. He kept stroking my body, my legs, and staring at the hair pattern on my gut as he licked and nibbled at my rod, occasionally saying, "You are so *smokin hot*" and shaking his head. "Your body feels so good." He smelled fresh like laundry soap, but also warm and animal. His body hair was soft and dark. I toyed with just ramming my choad in him and popping without scruple. I licked a finger and tested his hole-- it opened a bit to let me in, but there was, shall we say, no room in the inn back there-- I don't think he was quite *prepared* of ass-fucking. But I would have loved to drill him looking at that face. The body was eh, the ass itself, which I ate for a little bit, was eh, but at this point I was pretty gone on his face. My balls were certifiably blue at this point. "You're going to swallow my cum, right?" I asked, and as he had his mouth full at the time, he just nodded and made a little "m hm" sound. He could really only basically lick my dickhead and suck all around there; he needs some dick sucking lessons, I think. But he kept it up and I started firing with just my dickhead in his mouth, and his grunts were helpless and ecstatic with wonder as he felt me turn liquid on his tongue. I reached down-- this was simultaneously too much sensation (on the head) and not enough (on the shaft)-- so I had to touch myself for the orgasm not to be sheer agony. With just my fingertips I felt the cumtube swell with each shot, I felt my shaft harden and jerk and slacken, I felt the whole thing pulsing between my body and his mouth, and it was actually very exciting. My dick is pretty hot when it's ejaculating if I do say so myself. But I finally said, rather gruffly, "Let go," and my dick popped out and I vigorously fisted myself through the end of my orgasm to get that warm enveloped feeling I needed to finish. More cum beaded at my cumhole and he just kept saying "Wow wow wow" and eagerly licking at it, and when I let go because I had finally completely gotten off, he slurped it down a bit more and got out the last drops of cum. "I need to lay down for a second," he said, and I put my arm around him and we were quite still for a while, breathing in the indirect light of the bedside lamps. I knew he worked in SoHo and lived way uptown, so I asked if he'd been to my neighborhood before and he said he had, the week before, to go to this giant record store that inexplicably opened a few blocks away. So we talked a little about music; I was surprised that we had anything to talk about in this respect; I had already completely stereotyped him. But I guess he was rather cool in some way. He certainly wasn't like a nerdy hipster. He was just nerdy. But he liked some unexpected music. I was surprised. His spanish accent was also suddenly more evident. Interesting. I offered him another drink as he got dressed, and he said, "I have a good taste in my mouth." He pulled on a wool cap and put on those horrible wire-frame glasses and looked ordinary and nerdy and pinched again. He thanked me and trotted out awkwardly, taking all my cum with him. I'm sure no one on the subway would look at him twice thinking about what he'd just done or how I'd felt while he did it. He keeps his handsome little sex demon buried deep, deep inside. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I sat in the lobby to read the message that had come through - and to see who else might be 'near by', since I was in the exit of a billion airport hotels. SOMETHING had to be around. As it turns out, there were a few around, but mostly not in a room. ...except the one who had messaged me. Again - another one where I'm thinking, 'I'm flattered, but why me?' 31. maybe 5'10", 180. ...and in military dress. No military drag - like a costume party. This guy was the real thing. As it would turn out, he was a Marine. FUCK. But he wanted a blowjob and well, I wanted to give him one. His hotel was less than half a mile away, and I found it and his room with no problem. Like the ginger, he left his door unlocked for me to walk in. Like the ginger he was on his bed, naked. Unlike the ginger, the lights were on and the blinds cracked. No one could see a thing if they were wide open, but hey what can you do? And the TV was blasting ESPN, no one was going to hear anything other than yesterday's college basketball scores if they were outside the door trying to eavesdrop. I take off my shoes and that is it. I walk over to the side of the bed, drop to my knees and take his cock in my hand and admire it. It is a good 7". It has heft to it - it's dense. The shaft is thick. The head is beautiful and big. It's a shame he only wants head. But it's his gig and I'm there to serve, not direct. For a few minutes we were perpendicular. with me really worshipping this cock. It was superb. It filled my mouth just right. But the angle was wrong - even though he didn't know it. I had him turn and lay down so his legs were hanging over the bed and I was between them. From this angle I was able to work some oral magic. And this boy did think it was magic. Mind you, I've had plenty of experience performing fellatio on men, so I've picked up a few tricks that normally (not always) make a guy quiver and now and again they can't help verbalizing what they're feeling. This was one of those men. Since these techniques are patent pending, I'll save them for when they are protected. :@) Sorry. I love that this tough Marine was thrashing around on the bed in the throes of ecstasy. Swearing, laughing, shortness of breath - all at the same time. He was digging my blowjob. Several times, either through his verbal warning, or his pulsating cock, I knew he was close. I totally backed off. There are times you just want to finish the blowjob and there are times you want it to last forever. This was one of the latter. He had such a great cock - a perfect dick, even - that I wasn't ready for this to be over. I went down and licked his sac. His full sac. Nice set of nuts on the soldier. But I went further south. And then further still. While it is possible this boy had been fucked in the past, it had been a rare rare instance. He wasn't the type of guy to shy away from a tongue in his ass, so maybe he had that before, or maybe he didn't know what was coming. He loved it. But the boy was so tight, it is doubtful he'd ever been entered with anything but a tongue. I was going back up to his dick and he asked if I wanted the load. I assured him that I most certainly did. He asked me where I wanted it and I said anyplace he desired. Of course, since this was an oral visit, I assumed that meant the mouth or on the face - I needed him to be comfortable with the choice. "How about up your ass?" I stopped sucking for what seemed like 10 minutes but was probably 10 seconds. "Sure - if that's what you want.", I replied hoping he was really meaning it and not trying to tip my hand. "How'd you like to get fucked by Marine cock?", he growled. I swear, if words alone could get me off without the sense of touch, those would have been eight words to do it. My clothes were still on - and I didn't want time to change things. I unbuckled my pants, dropped them around my ankles and kneeled on the side of his bed. With only my spit and a little of his - he pushed into my hole. Mind you - I thought I was equipped to take his dick easily. But that head. That fucking big head made me feel every fiber of nerve in my ass. In a good way. He just sunk down, making sure every inch disappeared. I would say he was 80% in when it started to taper to a narrower base making that last push so delightful. My ass just melted around his shaft, grabbing onto every inch of that cock. The Marine took four or five deep strokes and stopped. "Is there already a load in there?" he queried. I hesitated on how to answer. On one hand he could be turned on. On the other, he could think I was a fucking slut who was letting anyone put it to me. I took the risk. "Two." To be honest, no one has ever gone in and said they felt another load. I wasn't sure if it was an urban myth or not. I guess it's a real thing. He paused only for a second. "Awesome" and started pumping harder. Now the dude was near the edge when I was sucking him and I didn't expect him to last long here. He lasted longer than I thought, but not by a great amount. Maybe 7-8 minutes and he was adding a third load to my fucking ass. Grunts. Groans. Swearing. Just like you'd think a military man might do. Again, I asked him to keep that cock up me not only because I liked the feeling of his thick shaft filling me up, but I didn't want that big head to pull out the load with it. Eventually he slipped out, as they all do. He went to grab a towel, but didn't expect me to drop to my knees to clean him off. You can see the beauty of the shaft and head. And that was mean licking him clean - right from my ass. He stood and watched, smiling. I stood up and pulled up my 501s. He was still all smiles and just said - "fuck man, I still can't get over whatever you were doing with your mouth - that was fucking awesome". I think it's fair to say - this is the best way to support the troops. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Tonight was a bust. My partner had to meet his brother for a dinner uptown, so I had the evening to myself. I decided to have a little dinner in Manhattan and see if advertising myself online as being in that location would improve my prospects for hot raw ass. And did it! I had a lot of guys hitting on me as I ate a big gooey Bareburger (ironically enough). Which put me in the dreaded position of having too much choice. Many of the dudes who hit me up and seemed game dropped away in the middle of conversation, never to be heard from again. The most promising dudes were (1) a monstrously built dude with giant meaty buttocks, a Zeus-like slab of torso who was excited and scared by the idea of my cumming in him, about three blocks from where I was wating; (2) a very handsome hung dude who I've hit on a zillion times and who always ignores me but suddenly tonight wanted me to shoot my wad in him, a short subway ride away in midtown; (3) a regrettably frog-faced black dude who had a seriously hot body who was a couple blocks in the other direction from skittish Zeus. I really wanted to fuck Midtown Hottie-- the Built Black Frog had a much hotter body, but I know that face trumps body. But I really wanted to eat out Skittish Zeus's absolutely heroic ass, too. Decisions! Decisions! Why did they all have to hit me up at once?? Froggy and Zeus were easy walking distance. So I played them off each other. Skittish Zeus said "Can you just wait five minutes?" at the critical moment, so I decided he was just too freaked out by all my cum-talk and was not going to come through, so I gave the Built Black Frog a text to get his address. Of course right at that moment, skittish Zeus said ok, I could come over, but only if it "wasn't long and dragged out." Not the way to my heart. I told Skittish Zeus that quickies were not my thing and, figured I'd waited too long to get back to Midtown Hottie, settled on Built Black Frog. He really was not cute, but at least he was eager to take my load and had a beautiful body that would be great fun to pound into the mattress. I trotted over. And was instantly sorry. He opened the door and his face was about what I expected, and he was very built, but unlike in the pictures, it was an ample, fleshy musculature. He's hairless and with hairless guys, especially Asians and blacks for whatever reason, I need a fairly hard manly body if you're not sporting some hair on your skin. This dude's skin was baby-soft, as smooth as the surface of a balloon, and all the curves were just as round. Not a turnon for me. His mannerisms were very giggly and boyish and bordering on Urkel-like. My heart sank. He led me through his shithole of a Chelsea apartment, which was quite dark except for all the porn flashing on a few screens. Horrible, HORRIBLE house music was blaring. He took off his clothes, and his body was pretty awesome, but still, just too round, too ample, too much, not hard, not manly. Very muscular and yet somehow also feminine. I thought, well, he wants my cum. I can shoot my cum in him. I just gotta get my dick hard and put it in that meaty frame and I'll be golden. We kissed some but I figured I really needed to just eat that big meaty ass to get stiff. So I pushed him over and went to work. He actually sucked my tongue into his hole somehow; I thought, I can work with this. But that porcelain skin, that cartoonishly round bubble butt, was not making me hard. I started to get that feeling that I might cum even though my dick was limp. He made appreciative noises over the mindless, inane pounding of that horrible, faggy club music. Ay chihuahua. My dick was swollen enough for me to feed it to him, so I figured I'd see if he could suck me hard. But he so clearly had no interest in sucking dick; he wrapped his hand around it, stuck the very tip in his mouth, and made chicken head movements-- absolutely worthless, the most pathetic head ever. I tried eating him out some more. We shifted positions on his bed and I saw his shape in its full, straining glory from behind-- he was really impressively built, but just not in the way I like. It was hopeless and I told him so. "It's ok," he said, looking at my flaccidness, "it happens sometimes." And he giggled non-threateningly. I rather nonchalantly asked, as I insouciantly pulled on my sweater, "I guess you're not much for giving head, are you?" He giggled that giggle again and said, "Not really." "That's *too bad*" I said pointedly. And I got on the rest of my stuff and left. Outside his apartment, I shamelessly checked out all the sites and apps. There were other dudes who had hit me up in the half hour I was dealing with Built Black Frog. One is a very cute guy who wants to blow me tomorrow, "from 1 to 3 or from 5:30 to 8," like some kind of Comcast Fellatio Consultant with an arbitrary, inflexible service window. One is a guy I've been trying to fuck for a year on Scruff, who was so upset to miss my presence in his neighborhood, as he was at the movies with his mom when I texted. And so on and so forth. Maybe I'll try my luck with the Comcast Fellator tomorrow... but I'm really sorry I didn't just go over to Skittish Zeus's and use my sexual svengali powers to draw out the sex for as long as it took to make me feel satisfied-- I probably could have gotten all I wanted but I just like my dudes to be enthusiastic. Or I should have just freakin gone uptown and drilled the really handsome guy. But no! I was lazy and greedy and got nothing in the end. And I've been punished. Will I ever learn? More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Yes, a story in two parts. There are good and bad things about some of these on-line hook-up sites (Scruff, Mister, A4A, etc). Instant success or instant failure. Or you see they read your message and never even have the guts to acknowledge you. Or, you have the manic guys who message you 100 times. Are they manic? ADHD? Too much meth? It's a crap-shoot. A few days ago, I got a message from a very attractive 26 year old ginger. ....at 06:45a. Mind you, I was awake, but barely. He could easily see I was 18 miles away, and at the beginning of rush hour. But could I come to this hotel NOW. And not just come now, but be there NOW. Dude, best case scenario if I was walking out the door it'd be 25 minutes. But that wasn't working for him. Maybe we could do it later in the day when he woke up. Oh - and he said I had to be squeaky clean (inside) or he'd sent me away. So he wanted me at 6:45a, and expected me to be running clear that time of the morning? Dream on, pal! And that going to bed at this time made me think he was a meth head. But when he said he just checked in and was checking out at 5:00p, and he was close to the airport, I figured he was a flight attendant. However, I was intrigued. A. He was kind of demanding and self-assured for a 26 year old. and B. for as many guys as I've slept with (and there have been plenty, I don't recall one ginger or red head. I know! So, I was in and we agreed on 2:30p. But lo and behold at 12:30 he texts me (as I was finishing sucking off GDD) and tells me he's ready NOW. Ugh. I left within 15 minutes and told him I'd be there at 1:30. Every five minutes I'd get another text - when will you be here? how much longer? It's still 1:30, dude - laws of distance and physics still apply. He texts me his room number and that the door is unlocked. He said to strip when I came in and come suck his cock. I opened the door to pitch black. I bolted and chained the door for no surprises of anyone else he might have around. I stripped and walked over. His dick was soft but nice. His pic showed a respectable 7.5" and thick. It grew in my mouth and that's all he wanted it to do, though he aggressively held my head in place and pushed me down. I think he'd have liked to choke me on it, but hell, I know what I'm doing. Yet, the sucking was all of two minutes of foreplay. He pulled me up and pushed me onto the bed. "Get on all fours". I barely had time to hit the poppers before he pushed his cock head into my ass. It was only seconds later he was buried balls deep. It felt fucking great. I kept thinking, for 26, he fucks like a pro and for 26, he is a natural dominant person. Granted, at that age, I knew I like to take well more than give, but fuck - he was all business. He fucked hard for about 7-8 minutes and pulled out. While he said he wanted me on my back, as I started to go there, he goes, "oh no......." and pulled me over to his dick. I knew the score. It was to go in my mouth - right from my ass. I took it. I took him to the fucking root and used my tongue on his shaft for him to know I was ok with ass-to-mouth. He pushed me off and back, lifted my legs and without ceremony plunged into my ass down to his short hairs. We fucked like that for another five or so. Then there was another pull out,then another ass-to-mouth session. Get on your knees again. I did, but this time he buried my head in his pillows....and then SLAM - his dick was in me again. Pumping. Pumping. Pumping. I was just a hole on his layover. A place for him to find some pleasure and relief before getting on another flight. All the pumping sent him over the edge. He unleashed with fury, if the pulses I could feel were of any indication. Or the grunts he made that anyone passing in the hall would know exactly why they were being made. When he was empty, he lay on top of me for a minute, while I probably whimpered my thanks. Then he pulled out. BTW - why is it always a much different feel when a guy pulls out after cumming than he does while still fucking and changing position? After the 'plop' of the pull out, he remained a top of me. He was talking dirty while my head was still in the pillows. He said, he wanted to suck a load out of him, so I would be forced to taste him on my the rest of the day. As he made this talk, he kept sawing his cock up and down the length of my ass crack. He'd talk and talk, and rub and rub. About five minutes into this he asked if I wanted another load. Of course I did! But with all his talk of making me swallow it, I assumed I would be going to my knees to drink it. However, after I said, "yes, I'd love another load", he plunged his cock into me and shot a second round. Beautiful. This time it was pulled out completely and in haste. He got off me and stood, waiting for my exit. Normally, I would just go, but considering some earlier attention to detail, I dropped to my knees and cleaned off his cock again - straight from my hole. After a minute, he pushed me away. "I need some sleep", he said, plopped down on the bed. He may as well have just said, "Get the fuck out, now!". Which I did. I dressed in the dark, not even tying my boots, opened and closed the door. By the time I reached the lobby, I had another message from a nearby man in need. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Tooling around Palm Springs on a winter Saturday, it is impossible to avoid garage sales. Now there are garage sales and then there are garage sales. In resort towns with a high proportion of senior citizens, folks are checking out by the dozens every day. Their real estate turns, and their heirs must decide what to do with a lifetime's acquisitions. Estate sales are even better as they are usually operated by hired professionals and the whole house is accessible with every little thing tagged for sale...little thing as in ashtrays and candy dishes. In affluent neighborhoods of gay Palm Springs, an estate sale affords the rare opportunity to enter an impressive, exclusive residence, steeped in history and style. I'm sure this is also true of Palm Beach, Fort Lauderdale and the Hamptons. After you've been to a few of these estate sales in Palm Springs, all those bits of information you've absorbed over the years of your gay life must be reconsidered, such as: All gays have good taste. So-o-o untrue. Just check out the next gay estate sale. Pity. Palm Springs is a suburb of Los Angeles. I will admit there is a lingering association with Hollywood, but we all have to work harder to keep it alive. All the great things to love about Old Hollywood are getting lost amid the trashwave of Khardashians, Miley Cyrus and media types I read about yesterday whose names I've already forgotten. Gays must keep the appreciation of Hollywood alive. If not us, who else? That big gross butt-ugly statue of Marilyn in the heart of downtown takes us in a wrong direction. Palm Springs is the City of GODS, or rather Gays on Disability and Steroids. So untrue. Most are retirees who spent much of their gay lives hiding who they are, and are now getting to enjoy life. Many are living off investments and savings of a lifetime, and they worked hard to get where they are. Gays are good at real estate. Maybe better than everybody else, but we're now spending too much money on safe real estate investments. The pioneering spirit in real estate that basically rebuilt San Francisco, and is working its stuff in parts of Los Angeles, Oakland and Sacramento, has been put to bed in Palm Springs. Maybe Palm Springs has already been saved by the guys who started buying up those midcentury tract houses back in the '90's. Now people, wanting in, are paying too much. Gays collect more sweaters than anybody else. This must be a cultural thing. When I was a kid there was such a thing as a sweater bar, where well-groomed professional types could meet hustlers in a safe, discreet environment. I can't think of any such place now except for maybe the Town House in New York City. The places were usually very dark, playing show tunes and never rock or disco, and everybody knew each other, including the hookers. I was afraid to go into a sweater bar because everybody there was supposed to be cliquey and snotty, but then I started hitting the old Yerba Buena Village on Nob Hill and the Alta Plaza in Pacific Heights and made some friendships that have lasted to this day. I went to Macy's and bought a black cashmere sweater...but only one and that was it. The estate sale that brought all this back was in Palm Springs last month. Everything the Departed had owned was up for grabs and I knew he had to have been an elderly gent, as in, old enough to be my gay uncle and frequent sweater bars. Sweaters....galore! Sweaters not just for the Town House, but sweaters for hiking, fishing, gardening and sitting by the fire. Italian cashmere sweaters, Scottish wool sweaters, Greek fisherman's sweaters. Some very expensive, some not so. In every color. Enough sweaters to fill two department store style racks. It was wonderful to see this...a sweater queen exiting in a blaze of glory. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here I only had time for a quick work out, so I just did 4 sets of squats and then headed to the steam room. Over the past couple of months I have been working out regularly to get myself back into shape, and part of that routine is to crank up the heat in the steam, and then alternate it with an ice cold rinse...and repeat. Today I was in the locker room pretty much alone, and had the steam really hot and thick. After my first short bake, I was walking back with a fresh towel when I saw the shaved head regular cock feeder walking in. He went to a locker and stripped down. Hmmmm. I just went into the steam and added more cold to the thermostat to crank it back up. The steam started to fill the room when he walked in. Usually he is sitting on the bench when I walk in, or he sits...but today he knew what he wanted. He walked right up to my face, put one foot up on the bench and presented me with his semi erect cock at mouth level. I reached out and took his semi hard cock into my mouth. He stood there and let me work his cock over with my tongue and lips. As he got harder, I began to slide him past my tonsils and into my throat - I know he loves that. Once he was rock hard, I deep throated him a couple of more times and stroked his shaft. This was a new position for us, and I was not complaining! He just stood there with a sly smile on his face while I worked his cock. Then he turned to the side, and sat down next to me with his legs spread. I knew what that meant. I squatted down between his legs and started bobbing and deep throating. Once I had his cock buried past my tonsils, he would take my head and force me to take the final inch. Well, this time he must have been horned up as fuck, because he not only shoved me down on his cock but he started to skull fuck me at the same time! His rock hard cock was hitting my tonsils and going down my throat so hard and fast that I had to just open and let him pummel my mouth. He was piston fucking my throat and the sounds were echoing off the steam room walls. At one point he had his hand on the back of my head and pushed down so far that I gagged - there was just no way to avoid it. Whether the thought of someone in the showers hearing him skull fucking a guy made him edge closer, I don't know but he wanted more. I took a quick breath of air, leaned back to stroke his shaft - and saw a thin string of throat slime linking his cock head to my lips...and then I went back down on his cock. At this point, he was so ready to blow that he just let me get the head past my tonsils before he began to piston fuck my throat. He hit the gag point, but that was not going stop him. He kept up the rapid fire throat assault until his nuts pulled up and he began to unload down the back of my throat. Not letting me up, he and I kept his cock buried while his balls unloaded...and unloaded..and unloaded. Once he let go of my head, I leaned back and was rewarded with not only a bit more cum as he released a final blast, but he was smiling like the cat that ate the canary. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Greed and hubris will be punished! Today I slipped my raw meat into a rather older guy, well into his 50s, who had a cute little body and a big fat dick, but longish gray hair and a big walrus mustache which together made him look like a diminutive Mark Twain with floppy 90's heartthrob hair. I really was not attracted at all in person; online he had the stache but looked a little more solid; in person his features were rather fine and delicate, not something that turns me on. I am not sure if he was into me, either, or was just one of those extremely awkward, not-very-present guys who kinda don't know how to act during a hookup. Still high on yesterday's afterglow, I could only think of getting another notch in my belt-- finally getting to seed a nice little ass, which this guy displayed nicely in his pictures. So I soldiered on with that aim, thinking it would be amusing to recount the story of that time I jizzed inside Mark Twain while staring at his ludicrous mustache. But I should have left well enough alone and kept yesterdays hot hot sex as my lingering erotic memory. He didn't seem to want to kiss much, and that mustache really just made it not hugely appealing. But when I felt him up he had a nice tight body, nice meaty chest, and I did confirm that he had that sweet little round ass back there. His breathing was fast-- dudes are easy-- and he grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch, which despite his small size was all full of an rather long, fat monster of a dick. "You're making my dick hard!" he said gruffly, and I thought, ok, we can work with this. My own dick wasn't doing much. But I got him on his knees and told him to get to work on me. "Whatever you want," he said, and he did a nice job sucking on me, getting me thick but not completely stiff. We moved to the bed and he kept working, and it felt nice, but this wasn't going to do it. A big part of the pleasure of being blown is admiring a dude with your dick in his face, and the floppy hair was a curtain covering the action, and then when I pulled it back, there was a big jersey-barrier of lip-hair in the way. His ass, however, beckoned to me seductively atop muscular thighs. So I told him to stay as he was, and slid down, and went to work on those globes. At this point things heated up. He really liked my attention to his hindquarters, and his balls were also huge-- I get with an awful lot of big-balled dudes, I like it-- and with his face down, I thought, I can drill and seed this dude no sweat. I reached up to hold his dick while I ate and realized, much to my dismay, that he had a gigantic prince albert in his fat, tasty dick. I honestly loathe penile piercings. It was like having chocolate-almond ice cream when I was a kid-- you have this sweet, velvety treat that is ruined by hard rubble that some moron put inside. I love dick but when you put a big piece of metal in it, it's basically impossible to enjoy; you can't suck on it without it rattling around your teeth, and even holding it and feeling the cold metal is an annoyance to me. So I pretty much left it alone. But my dick did get steely hard just working on the curves of his ass. And so I mounted him and aimed at his innards-- I did manage to push in a bit, but he was still too tight. Nothing more eating can't cure. He was moaning and gyrating and I felt my tongue sink in easily now. So I mounted again, and this time slid right in to the base. "You really opened that ass UP!" Mark Twain sang out, half-muffled by the mattress in his face. "Hard dick!" I admired the view of his very round, fuzzy mounds accepting my hard straight tool, the small of his back taking the shock of each pounding thrust. "I hope you're not going to cum yet!" he called out. I was not, thank you. He was not velvety slick inside, so I figured I'd have to lube this one up; spit alone wouldn't do it, as whatever magic body chemistry my oozing dick has with the inside lining of some dudes wasn't happening with him. So I pulled out to slick up. And as I lubed my tool, it felt like there was… I dunno, sand? Little small pellets on my dick. And the lube was reacting with whatever he had cleaned out with and was making a weird consistency. I kept wiping off the pellets and putting on more lube, hoping to get the consistency right, but completely lost my erection at this point. So, back down on my knees to eat him out some more, and get the erection back. Except now he was medicinal with lube-- I really hate getting lube of any kind in my mouth, which is why I prefer spit and precum-- and my dick had that strange, astringent texture slathered all over it. I ate and ate and ate and finally got hard enough to go back in. I mounted again, and pushed, and immediately, I felt that reaction again-- noticeably more astringent as soon as my dickhead touched his asshole-- and away went the erection again. Very, very frustrating, for both of us. I finally told him what was going on, asking if maybe he'd used soap or something to clean out. "Soap?" he asked quizzically. "No, just water. I'm sorry!" I felt bad, but I wasn't sure he'd even want to continue. He said he wasn't in any hurry, he loved having his ass eaten, and would do whatever I wanted. He rolled on his back and I saw that he wasn't hard at all any more, either. At this point it *really* was just a matter of pride. I figured if I can get hard one more time, I'll just stroke myself until I'm very close, then stick it in him and juice him up and score one for the team. I hate thinking about sex this way, but there had to me *something* to show for all this work. So again I was head-down in his ass, this time from the front. It was a very shapely groin, I must say. I did get hard again. I did get close. I told him to flip over. It was getting good. But in the end, I decided, fuck it. Let me just glaze his cheeks and get him on his way. So I popped all over his mounds, streaking it this way and that, covering him good. "You weren't kidding, that's a lot of cum!" he said, as his cheeks jiggled and looked for all the world like a well-executed croquembouche. I admired my handiwork for a while, then got a towel to clean him up with. Luckily things were not incredibly awkward as we dressed; he asked a bit about our books and things and so we managed to have a rather normal conversation. He could not look me in the eye, however. And when he went to leave we just had a pat-pat kinda hug and off he went. Of course, to rub things in and make me feel worse about expending a load on someone I wasn't into and didn't have any chemistry with, Handsome Fuckboy texted me about fifteen minutes later, asking if I was free. I could have spent all afternoon inside him! And he is one hot, skilled little bottom. Ah well. You can't win em all. More...