joethomas

I'm a fan. I've been with guys who had cock rings so tight that it looked like their junk was about to pop off. But they loved the feeling, and it showed in a very good way.

Great stories, thanks for sharing. Hope there's much more to come.

Did it twice with visitors here in town. Both were tops. Both were very similar but different guys -- both tops, different hotels, both said the door would be slightly ajar, so walk in, undress and lay on the bed face-down with the lights out. One said he'd be standing in the corner, one said he'd be in the bathroom. (Yeah, in retrospect, they could've been crazy, but at the time I didn't stop to consider that.) Both times the guys walked to the bed, never allowed me to see them, never spoke, just lubed up (although one rimmed me briefly) and started fucking raw until they shot. Each time, I sense that my job was finished, so I dressed and let myself out -- never heard a voice, never saw a face.

Took two in the past few days -- including one that was a first for me -- and more on the horizon for tonight. On Saturday, met up with a really cute 24-year-old named Brian who I met through a mutual friend (who himself has topped the kid many times). We played around, got very passionate into foreplay, and to my surprise he ended up fucking me raw and shooting a load that was still dripping out 24 hours later, so it must've been massive. Found out two things later: First, Brian hadn't topped in months. Second, he got topped by a guy 4 months ago who now says that he might have been pozzed about a year ago. So Brian told me 3 days later that he was freaking out and felt bad because he didn't tell me before fucking me. I reminded him that I hadn't asked, and that what's done is done, so we'll deal with the consequences. We're supposed to see each other again this weekend. On Tuesday, I stopped at my local gay bar after work for a beer. I work a late schedule, so I walked in around 1 a.m. and the place was all but empty when I leaned up against the bar on the far side with nobody else within 20 feet. An older guy (obviously a bit buzzed and horny) walked up to me and complimented my eyes and offered to buy us both a shot. A couple of beers and overtly sexual chit-chat later, he's sliding his hand down my khaki shorts and pushing a finger into my hole, followed by a second finger. The bartender, a friend of mine, looked over at one point, smiled and rolled his eyes, which meant that I was free to enjoy this as long as I could. Between the liquor and the roaming fingers, I felt great. Eventually, with me leaning slightly against the bar and him standing behind me with an arm around me and whispering in my ear, he slides my shorts (which are about 2 sizes too big anyway) down just enough that I feel the cool air hitting my bare ass. Since there was nobody else but us on that side of the bar, I didn't object. He takes a minute to apply extra spit to his fingers to get my ass extra wet, and I can feel him fidgeting with his own shorts -- the zipper sliding down, the belt buckle clanking as he unfastens it. And just like that, with one arm around me, his other hand is sliding his bare cock up and down my crack inside my neighborhood bar. Luckily at this point the bartender either knows what's going on and is determined to overlook it, or he's actually busy serving the other 4 customers in the bar at that moment. I tried to keep a poker face as I felt this guy's dick gently sliding into me -- he held it inside for a while while I adjusted, even though it seemed about average size, then he stared thrusting slowly. He made sure to stop when the bartender or customers turned our direction, which was almost never. He wrapped his arms around me a few times and laughed just to keep up appearances of us having a conversation, but my hunch is that nobody -- except maybe the bartender -- knew that his cock was in my ass and about to blow. He was in me for maybe 10 minutes before shooting inside me. He told me later it was a 7-day load. After he came, we zipped up and he ordered us both another beer. He said I deserved it for taking his cock in a bar like that. He said he'd never imagined fucking in a bar, and I said I hadn't either, but no regrets. I think his name was something simple, like Mike or Jeff maybe, but I'm not sure. And I think he said he was late 40s and visiting from Ohio or Indiana, but I was only somewhat paying attention. He gave me a friendly hug when he left, but I didn't get a phone number or any way to contact him. And of course, I didn't realize until I was leaving the bar that I didn't know his status.

Great stories, guys. Thanks for sharing with us -- I'm looking forward to more.

After I posted last night about my Friday encounter, I was almost ready to get to bed but decided to hit up Grindr briefly. Jackpot -- a guy not far away hits me up looking for fun. He listed very few details -- including no age -- but very cute face, athletic body, says he's a top but safe only and that he has condoms. I freshen up and head over to his place 15 minutes away. He lets me in and, to my surprise, has a somewhat huskier, hairier and very cute friend already there. Neither of them ever mention status or ask about mine. Both are probably late 20s and both already hard. With almost zero conversation, they both lay back on the bed, side-by-side, and wait for me to start servicing their cocks, which I do eagerly as they start to heavily make out. After about 5 minutes, Dude 1 whispers something I couldn't hear to Dude 2, who replies with a "Fuck yeah, man," before Dude 1 slides off the bed and shoves a bottle of poppers under my nose. With just the light from a TV a few feet away, I see Dude 1 reach into his nightstand drawer, pull out a condom and start rattling the wrapper, presumably to open it. Next thing I know he's lubed up and shoving his thick (and probably rubbered-up) rod up my ass while I'm bent over and sucking off his buddy. He lasts about 10 minutes before he lets out a moan and cums, then tells his buddy that it's his turn. Dude 2 slides off the bed and follows in his friend's footsteps -- he gives me a big whiff of poppers, reaches for a condom, spits on his cock and shoves in. His tool is noticeably longer than his friend's, and just as it feels like I can't take any more of his pounding, he moans as he shoots. The conversation after was short and to the point -- they thanked me for coming over and made it clear they were done. On the drive home, my hole felt unusually warm and wet, which I thought was impossible since they both topped me safe. But once I got home and got ready to shower, I realized that cum was slipping out of my ass: At least one of them -- maybe both -- hadn't put on a condom.

Came home from having dinner at a neighbor's house Friday and got on Grindr, quickly got a message from a late 20-something nearby who's been chatty lately. I'm buzzed enough to give him a chance (with just his description and no pics, which was very rare for me), especially since he's just 2 miles away. I get there, and he is as advertised -- cute, late 20s, Latino, nice smooth body and (I'd quickly) find out, a huge set of balls. He was in a t-shirt and gym shorts, had porn playing in the living room and guided me to the couch, where he handed me a glass pipe with something in it (he just promised it would relax me even more), so we both shared that for a bit, along with swigs from the new bottle of Jack Daniels I'd brought. A little foreplay later (and lots of worshipping of his amazing nuts), he reached for a bottle of lube on the end table, lubed up and started fucking me, me on my back on the couch. He asked if I was ready to be his bitch and said he had a 3-day load of seed and might follow with a stream of piss. Even though I've never done the watersports thing, I agreed, and he unloaded a 3-day load within second. He pulled out and excused himself to the bathroom (I assumed he decided against the WS finish, but oh well). Very hot time that we agreed to continue soon.

Will and Jake, thanks for sharing the hot adventures. Sounds like you're both having a great time, so I hope there are more stories to come.

Got a text Saturday night from a former versatile bb fuck-buddy (25, cute, nice body) who I hadn't seen in about a year because he's in a relationship. He was home alone and bored because his boyfriend was with family, so I agreed to pick him up and head to a bar near my house just in time for last call. We made chit-chat and managed to down a couple of quick drinks, and since we're both tired and slightly buzzed at this point, we decide to crash for the night at my place. I assume he intends to be faithful to his boyfriend, so we both stay mostly dressed and lay down on the bed and quickly doze off. Around 6 a.m., I wake up to the feeling of him rubbing my ass and stroking his dick -- about 2 minutes later, he was lubed up with my legs over his shoulders. Fearing that there might be regrets later, I even asked, "You sure you're cool with this?" He just nodded and slid inside me. He lasted about 5 minutes before shooting an amazing load. We get dressed and had awkward conversation as I drive him back to his apartment 10 minutes away. Neither of us mentioned the fucking, or his boyfriend, or whether he was still negative.

This is a tough one. If I was a parent and knew my teenage son was being lured to the home of a 30-something teacher, I'd be livid. But if I was that teenager, I'd probably enjoy feeling desired, spoiled and pleased by an adult authority figure. So your advice will come from different perspectives. I think it's good that you've discussed this with a therapist, because when I came out, a therapist felt like the only person I could be honest with at the time. A good therapist will be your sounding board and mostly sit and listen while you talk. But if you feel strongly about not pressing charges and pursuing any legal action at this point in your life, make that clear to the therapist so it won't even be open to debate. Tell him or her that you're not ready or willing to discuss that option right now. This is one of those things where you'll have to follow your gut. But you're not fucked up. You're surprisingly normal. Sounds like you enjoyed being appreciated, cared for, admired ... and who doesn't? As for future dates: This is one of those that's OK to tuck away in a corner for now until you start getting a strong feeling about a potential partner. They don't have to know your entire history, and if it's uncomfortable to discuss it, just tell them you don't kiss and tell. If you truly get serious about somebody, then that discussion can happen, but only on your terms.

I haven't been in the mood in a while, so I finally got back on the horse (so to speak) Saturday night. Leaving a local gay bar notorious for johns hanging out in the parking lot, I spot one standing in the driveway and -- deciding to be adventurous and do what I normally wouldn't do -- pull up to him and start chatting. We make small talk, and he gets in and asks the usual questions (What are you looking for? Are you a cop?). He looks OK, probably 30-something but a nice, lean frame and stubble. Good enough at that hour. It's 2:30 a.m., and liquor is taking its toll on my judgment, so I tell him that I can't host because my roommate and an out-of-town guest are at my place, but luckily I have an F-150 with roomy seats. So at 2:30 in the morning, we find a secluded parking lot (dumb, I know) and after telling him I'm in the mood to get fucked, we drop our pants, have about a minute of foreplay, and he climbs on top of me, lubes his dick (which I never even saw) with spit and starts fucking me raw. He lasts about 2 minutes before he shoots deep, no questions asked. Condoms were never mentioned. Neither was status. Luckily I had a little cash on me, so I handed some to him, we drive back to the parking lot, make idle chit-chat, then go our separate ways. As risky and dumb as it was, it was one of the hottest encounters I've had in a long time.

I definitely like the brother angle. I hope there's more to come.

Really hot -- you definitely know how to have fun!

Hot, hot story. That would be an amazing night for sure.

Sounds like some really fun times. Makes for really hot stories!

My online profiles say "negative," based on my last test about 18 months ago. The vast majority of hookups never ask me directly about status. Sometimes they ask if I'm tested, and I say "yes" (which is technically true). Some will ask if I'm "clean," and I say yes (because I always shower before meeting up. Otherwise, "clean" is a completely offensive word in terms of HIV status). If a guy asks me if I'm negative and tested recently, then I'm honest. But very, very, very few guys ask that.

As for as finding local guys, use Grindr, Adam4Adam and BBRT -- be sure to post a few photos and indicate that you're not looking for a relationship, just fun. I'm sure you'll do fine. A4A and BBRT also list local sex parties, which is a good way to meet local guys and make connections for 1-on-1 later.

That just seems to a difference in the ultimate goal. For some, the pleasure comes from the flirting, the introduction, the meeting, the conversation and maybe the eventual sex or even relationship. For others, the joy comes from the idea of totally giving up your body for another guy's immediate pleasure without the conversation and chit-chat. There are plenty of people in both of those categories, so to each his own.

I spent a few days visiting family in Missouri for Thanksgiving. While there, I re-connected with a cute mid-20s twink-ish kid who has been trying to meet up for a long time, but our schedules never seem to work. This time, on my way out of town, we made it work so that I could stop by his house for some fun. He was just as advertised: Total twink (usually not my type, but he's incredibly cute), tanned, lean body, ear piercings, streaked hair. All the times we'd talked, I got the impression that he was a bottom, but he sounded open to bb, which was fine to me. Once we started making out and stripping clothes, we ended up in his bedroom -- both of us hard as a baseball bat -- with me on my back, and in no time he was lubing up and fucking me. We never discussed positions, but his dominance over me -- and I'm a pretty masculine guy -- was incredibly hot. He fucked me on my back, then on my side, then on my back again before shooting his load in me. We laid in bed for a few minutes making small talk before I left and hit the road. I got back home that night still feeling frisky, so I found a top online -- another guy I've talked to for a while but never met with. Late 30s, Hispanic, shorter and muscular, dark complexion. This time the schedule worked out, so he came over, and after I sucked his dick for 3 or 4 minutes, had me on my stomach pounding me while I inhaled poppers. His load -- No. 2 for the day for me -- came in about 5 minutes.

After about a month of the usual vanilla hookups -- nice, but nothing extraordinary -- I took Wednesday off work and hit up a really cute 27-year-old that I've been chatting with online for about 2 years. We always try to make plans, but schedules and work get in the way. Wednesday night turned out to be the night. His pictures are gorgeous, but his profile status says "Don't know," which made me hesitate (although at least he's honest), but I at least wanted the opportunity to say yes or no when I got there. When I show up at his place 15 minutes away, he's every bit as hot as his photos -- 6-2, swimmers build, beautiful face, great body. It wasn't long before we opened a fresh bottle of tequila and enjoyed some of the party favors that he had on hand (a pleasant surprise). Needless to say, after about 30 minutes of that combination, I was on my back with my legs over his shoulders taking the first of his two bb loads of the night. He never asked about condoms, and I was enjoying it too much to stop him. We finally had the status conversation as we drank more tequila following his second load. He, like me, said he isn't chasing, but we both realize it's a risk we take, and he hasn't tested in about two years. I also found out that he loves group scenes, so we promised to make that our next goal. He's definitely going to be fun. Between talking, making out, tequila, fucking and the other stuff, I didn't leave his place until almost 6 a.m. I jumped online just to see who was up and found another cute top nearby -- 30 years old, shorter, very cute, looking for fun. So I drove about 10 minutes to his place and took load No. 3 for the night. Another situation where the top never asked my status or asked about using condoms before he drove it in raw.

For whatever reason I tend to have a lot of luck with black tops -- the stereotype about size isn't always true, but I can say that my experiences have been very, very satisfying. The biggest guy I've been with was 11 inches (and I am confident he was 11 inches), and the first time I saw his picture on his profile I thought there was no way something that like that would ever fit into any part of my body. But a little liquor, poppers, lube and patience does wonders, and by the end, it felt amazing. I've had a few experiences since then with guys in the 9-10-11 inch range, and they've all felt great. I have no size preference at all, but more average-size cocks tend to be much easier to handle on a day-to-day basis. The monster ones -- the 9, 10 or 11-inchers -- always require liquor and poppers just to handle that size.

Took one load Friday as part of a 3-way at a local hotel, then 2 more from two regulars at my place Saturday. The best was Monday night from a new guy. I was already in bed at 3 a.m. but couldn't sleep, so I got online and found a really hot guy who bartends at a local bar (I've seen him there and made small talk, but nothing memorable). He's really cute, tanned, early 30s, great body. I ask what he's looking for, and he says "You're going to suck my dick like a good faggot." I don't usually fall for the whole "dom top" routine, but I was in the mood, so I invited him over. He walks to the door, I let him in and try to make small talk, then he grabs the back of my neck and says "We're going to the bedroom to fuck." Within seconds we're stripped and on the bed, and he's forcing his head down to his dick and saying "You know what to do, cocksucker." It doesn't take long at all for his dick to spring up to about 8 or 8 1/2 inches, and to my surprise he forces me onto my stomach, holds me down my the back of the neck, spits on his dick and glides in easily. He cums within about 2 minutes, the whole time saying "You love taking some cock, bitch" and other verbal abuse. I must've been in just the right mood, because I was loving it. I told him he was welcome to spend the night, so after a quick cleanup we crash back into bed, and he immediately rolls over and wraps his arm around me and kisses my neck. I woke up several times that night, and each time he was cuddled against me or had his arm around me. We both woke up for good around 11 a.m., and without warning he reaches over to grab the lube of the nightstand, climbs on me and starts jerking us both until we quickly get hard. He slides back in me and shoots a load inside me within about 5 minutes, this time much more gentle and without the dom side showing. Afterward we make out for several minutes before he has to get ready for work. We exchanged cell numbers and promise to do this again soon, and I really we do.

Saturday night gave me loads No. 10 and 11 in a 7-day stretch. Easily my biggest week ever, and my sore ass is still paying the price 48 hours later. First up Saturday was around dusk when a guy I'd been chatting with for a while hits me up online. We both have roommates, which makes it hard for us both to host, but he mentioned a park within walking distance of his place, and it's right on the Cumberland River about 10 minutes away. Very secluded spot. I meet him there with some caution, but the vibe feels right and we go at it. He's cute-ish in a hipster way, and has a nice thick dick. Before long he's lubed up and fucking me, bending me over the concrete steps of a historic, abandonded house sitting alongside the river and giving me legs and back a good workout. We got distracted a couple of times by cars circling the far end of the parking lot, but he stayed hard for a solid 15 or 20 minutes before filling my ass. We made small talk and parted ways. Since he had turned me around in several different positions before he finally came, my ass was feeling a twinge of pain by the time I got home. But I was scheduled to meet 2 friends for drinks, so I cleaned up and headed out. I was near the bar when they called and said they were exhausted and heading home. As luck would have it, a guy that I'd had dinner with about a year ago just hit me up on Grindr. He's having a bad day and craving whiskey, so I head his way. This guy has always been on my list of most-wanted tops, because I've seen pics of his cock on his profile, and he's texted me others, but again, the schedules never worked to get intimate in person. He's really cute, late 30s, great body, huge thick cock. I show up and he's obviously had a couple of drinks and feeling frisky, so in no time we're in bed with his cock down my throat and me gagging on it. He turns me over and starts fucking, eventually twisting me into a dozen different positions just like the park guy. And same as before, no mention of condoms or status, which seems to happen more often than not these days. He lasts about 30 minutes before unloading in my ass. This is one of those times I definitely needed poppers, but no luck. We cuddle for a bit and doze off before I wake up around 3 a.m. and kiss him goodbye. By the time I woke up in my own bed Sunday morning, my ass was as sore as it's ever been. Completely worn out and swolen. I'm taking a sex break until this next weekend so I can recover and get ready for the next round, which I know is coming.

An unusually busy week continued tonight with 3 loads, giving me 9 for the week (possibly a personal record). First up was an occasional fuck-bud. I was sleepy and just wanted to get fucked, so I headed to his place and he obliged. He's 40-something, stocky with a really fat cock, and he pounded me so hard toward the end that the bed was shaking the wall and rattling the mirrors hanging on the opposite side of the room. I was exhausted by the time he shot his load in me, but it felt great at the end. I got home and saw another message from a really cute 20-year-old I'd been chatting with from time to time. Turns out he had just gotten off work and had a bad day, and he was just a mile away from my house, so I headed over to his place for a first-time encounter. He was fucking hot. Amazing smile, beautiful body, and a 10-inch dick (no lie) that made my mouth water. We started making out and chatting a little first, and he told me that he had been a go-go boy since about 17, and he was looking to get back into the business. He said the downside was that his cock was about 6 inches long when he was soft, and so he couldn't wear anything too skimpy. Of course, that made me think all sorts of fun things, so I was rock hard and ready to play. His profile mentioned "safe only", and as he was on top of me he mentioned that he didn't have lube, and I hadn't brought any. I told him to use spit, so he spit on my hole and on his cock and shoved in raw, but very gently. This kid was amazing for his age: Very gentle, considerate, and of course super hot. We try a couple of positions before I end up on my back again, and he finally cums and actually whimpers as he shoots in my ass. We make out a little more and have more small talk in bed before I head out, considering he has to be at work again in 6 hours. We promise to do this again. This kid is definitely on my A-list now. At this point, my ass is exhausted, and my body is exhausted, so I come home to crash into bed, then check my messages online. One of my favorite fuck buds has hit me up and says that for a change, he can host. He's just finished cleaning a church and wants me to come meet him there. He's 25, black, great body, huge dick, loves BB. Any other location, I'd say no. But I've never fucked in a church, and the idea sounds kinky enough to make my tired dick spring up again. So I head over, he lets me in and guides me to a room that he says is used as a dressing room by the choir before every Sunday service. I remembered to bring my lube this time, so he lubes up, then lubes my ass, then glides in while I'm bent over a couch in this dressing room. His screen name is something like "11-inch-monster", and even though i've been with him 5 or 6 times now, every time is a challenge. His cock rips up my ass every time, and this time is no different. I had to stop twice just to readjust and try to handle the length of his cock. Finally I got in a good position so that he could get a good rhythm and finish up, finally flooding my ass with his load. My ass was so sore and raw at this point that his cum actually had a burning sensation on my raw skin. Even now as I type, I realize that tomorrow my ass will be sore and in pain. But all in all a fun night, and another 3-load night. I can only assume that Saturday will be productive, too.