travelingbi

I was 22 years old. Living outside of San Francisco. My best friend was a female flight attendant, who lived in the same building I did. She had been dating a hot stud from Sao Paulo, Brazil. Rodrigo was his name. A total stud! She went to visit him for a week every month in Brazil. Without telling her, he got a job transfer from Sao Paulo to San Francisco. He worked for a big multinational corporation. Anyway, he surprised her with his transfer to San Fran and his intention was to move in with her. Well, she liked the freedom of just spending a week at a time with him. But, she was not excited about him living with her full time. It ended up putting stress on the relationship. One night, after he had been living with her for about a month, they had a giant fight and she kicked him out of her apartment. Telling him he needed to find another place to live. Rodrigo came down to my apartment and knocked on the door. I opened the door to find him holding a duffle bag of his belongings, asking if he could crash at my place for a night or two, until he could figure out where he could live. I told him yes and invited him in. I only had a one bedroom apartment. But, told him he could crash on the sofa or share my bed. He chose the sofa. We sat and talked for several hours. Drank wine while we talked. He cried a bit and I ended up putting my arm around him to comfort him. Rodrigo had always been a hugger and very open about showing affection. So, it was not surprising when he hugged me back. I told him I'd get some sheets and a pillow for him to make up a bed on the sofa. I gave him a squeeze around his shoulders and to my surprise, he kissed my forehead before I pulled away. He and I made up the bed on the sofa and I said "good night" and went into my room and closed the door. I sleep naked. So, I undressed and got into bed. About 20 minutes later there was a knock on my bedroom door. "Come in", I yelled. Rodrigo stepped in, naked except for a pair of boxers. His muscular, hairy build was beautiful standing in the soft light of the doorway to my bedroom. "Sorry, Dave. I just can't sleep. I left my weed at Patti's. Do you happen to have some? It would help me sleep." he said. "Sure", I said as I climbed out of the bed. I was naked, so I grabbed a bathrobe hanging in the closet and pulled my bag from the dresser. "Here", I said as I walked past Rodrigo and went back into the living room. I grabbed an ashtray from the cupboard walked over to the sofa, made up for his bed. I opened the baggie and pulled out a partially smoked joint I had rolled. My robe opened when I sat down, but I just continued to get the joint ready for us. Rodrigo, in his boxers, sat next to me. I flicked the lighter and took a deep drag on the joint. I handed the lighter and joint to Rodrigo. He took a couple of deep drags. We continued to talk about his situation with Patti as we finished the joint. By then, both of our heads were in the clouds. Rodrigo had tears running down his face as he said he didn't know what to do? Whether to stay in San Fran and the USA? Or to ask to be transferred back to Brazil? I told him not to rush to any decisions. And that he was welcome to stay with me until he figured it all out. I wiped away one of his tears from his cheek. And we embraced. My robe was open and our bare chests were pressed together as we hugged. Without even thinking about it, I found myself stroking the back of his curly, black hair as we hugged. And instinctively as we pulled apart, we just gave each other a kiss on the lips. It seemed very natural until he suddenly pulled from me and moved back from me. "Shit! Sorry, Dave. Didn't mean to do that. Just carried away. Sorry". Rodrigo's hand was still on my shoulder. And my hand had fallen to his bare thigh. But he didn't move my hand. We just awkwardly looked into each other's eyes. "Don't be sorry, Rodrigo. We're friends. It's all cool." I said to him. My robe was now fully open. Rodrigo looked down and saw my cock that was nearly fully erect. He laughed and bumped my hard cock with the back of his hand. "Looks like you've got some wood going on there, Dave." he chuckled. I looked down to his crotch and saw a tent in his boxers. I reached down and squeezed it. "Looks like you do, too." I said and laughed. I fished his cock through the fly of his boxers. It was now fully hard. I stroked it a few times, then bent over and took his cock in my mouth. I finally moved to my knees on the floor in front of him. I pulled his boxers to his ankles and he stepped out of them as I tossed them aside. I sucked him. Licked the shaft. Licked his balls and then went back to sucking his cock. I sucked him for about 10 minutes, until he finally let out a moan and filled my mouth with his load. Rodrigo stayed with me for about 5 weeks until he found an apartment up in the city, close to his office. I serviced him nearly every night of the 5 weeks he lived with me. After he moved, I would occasionally drive up into the city to service him for many months to come. He finally met another woman and began dating her seriously. We lost contact with each other. Last I knew, he was married and living across the bay in Marin County. And pumping out babies. Rodrigo was quite affectionate for a str8 guy. He would hug, caress and sometimes kiss me as I serviced him. But, he never sucked my cock. He did fuck me a few times, too. I still have great memories of that hunky, hairy, handsome Brazilian str8 stud.

Years and years ago when I was in college, I met a married guy, late at night, in a city park public restroom. He was sexy as hell. We played a little bit in the park, but it was risky. There had been a lot of arrests in this park in recent weeks. So he was extremely nervous, but wanted to fuck me, badly. Since I couldn't host, he finally said to me, "Follow me home. My wife and kids will be asleep. Park on the street and come around the house to the basement back door. I'll let you in. But, we have to be quiet." So, I followed his car back to his house a few miles away. As I walked around the house I saw the lights come on through the basement windows. He met me at the back door and let me inside. "Shhhhh........" he whispered as I stepped inside. He led me to a sofa in the room and turned off the lights, but turned on the tv to cover whatever noise we made. We both quickly undressed and began to suck each other's cocks. Finally we ended up on the floor, 69ing each other. Then he told me to kneel on the sofa. He knelt behind me and began to eat my ass. Then he spit on my ass a few times, then stood and put his hard cock up to my hole. He slid up into me, grabbed my waist and began to pump. It didn't take him long before I heard him let out soft groan and slam balls deep into me. I could feel him shaking behind me as he filled me with his married, daddy cum. No sooner had he orgasmed, when we heard the floor above us creak. He pulled out quickly at in a desperate whisper he said. "Fuck. Someone's awake. Get your clothes and get out. QUICK!" I grabbed my clothes and shoes that were in a pile on the floor. He ran naked back to the door and opened it. "Get out! Get out! FAST!" I ran through the door, up the steps to the back yard and around the corner of the house. In the dark of the side yard, I quickly dressed and slipped on my shoes. I saw the light of the basement window illuminate and heard the muffled sound of a woman. "What are you doing down here? I woke up and you were gone", she said. "I couldn't sleep. I came down here to watch some TV so I wouldn't wake you", he said. "Come back to bed." I quietly closed the side gate behind me as I walked to my car. The light that had been on in the living room window went out and I walked to where my car was parked on the street a few houses away. My heart was beating fast from the narrow escape. But I do have to admit that the danger only added to the excitement.

In bed, I normally prefer that we're both naked. But, if I'm in a video booth and the guy wants to fuck me there, I just turn around, drop my pants to my ankles and bend over.

Yeah, those Dawson '50 Load Weekend' films were kind of responsible for me going raw again. There wasn't a lot of raw gay porn in those days. Dawson taking all that raw dick and raw loads was hot as hell. If I was hosting a top or having a breed and seed, I'd usually have a Dawson dvd playing on my TV. The sight of that cum dripping out of his hole would encourage a few of the guys that had insisted on condoms to try going bare. He and the rest of the Treasure Island/Paul Morris films did at least start me back on taking bb loads.

I've always thanked the guys that have filled me with their load. Even in a video booth, xxx theater and bathhouse. However, at a gloryhole or in an anonymous dark room situation, I don't thank them. It feels like an unwritten rule of no talking at glory holes and dark rooms. I'd say that of the guys that I service at those places, only about 40% will thank me for the suck or fuck. Especially if they're str8 guys at a porn shop/theater. Str8 guys tend to just cum, zip and get out quickly in those situations.

I live in Las Vegas, so the dynamics are a bit different here than in most cites. I've normally hosted hotel breed and seeds during the week. Partly, because hotels here tend to be much cheaper during the week, rather than weekends. Also the types of guys that attend can be quite different from weekdays to weekends. Wed. and Thurs tend to be best. I used to start them around 8pm. But lately I've started earlier in the afternoon and go all night. Afternoons can be quite busy with local str8 guys and partnered gay guys wanting to stop after work to breed me on their way home to their spouses. Then it will slow down a bit until 8pm(ish). Then there will be another late night rush around midnight, 1am(ish) with some tourist str8 guys that are horned up after leaving bars and strip clubs that just need a hole to get off. Sadly, Craigslist was my best source to find guys. Especially the str8 ones. With Craigslist gone, it's not been as good. Doublelist is getting better. But, it's just not as effective as Craigslist was. I've been finding the BBRT crowd are a lot of flakes and no-shows. For last minute contacts Grindr and Growlr can be good. But, those guys want instant access. Advanced planning with that crowd normally doesn't work. They flake. I've sure missed these unlocked hotel room, anonymous breeding parties. I'm still in sexual isolation. It sucks.

The sex shops and video booths are back open here, but I'm still staying in isolation for the most part. I'm not comfortable yet in taking a stranger's load in my mouth. But, driving past my favorite sex shop yesterday and seeing several cars parked in front, made it very tempting to stop. As I was debating if I was ready to take the risk, the memory of one of my last visits there came to mind. Before the lockdown started, I had stopped by Peepland and went into the arcade. 3 booths were occupied, but all had their doors locked. So, I went into an empty booth, closed the door, but left the door unlocked. I put my money in the machine and sat down to watch some porn for a bit. Just a few minutes later I heard my door open and a head appeared around the corner, checking me out. He was a rather nondescript guy in his early 50's. He wasn't bad looking, but nothing that got me excited. That is until he had come all the way into the booth and opened his pants. He had a very thick, 6" cock that was growing hard even before I put my mouth on it. I got on my knees and began to suck him. Soon his pants had dropped to the floor and I pulled his briefs down as well. I softly fondled his hairy balls as his now hard cock was standing at a 45 degree angle. He reached over me to push the buttons to change the movie from my gay film to a str8 film. As with a lot of str8 guys that don't get sucked off by gay men very often, they are often quick cummers. He certainly was. After less than 3 or 4 minutes he softly whispered, "I'm gonna cum". I began sucking a little faster and flicking my tongue on his frenulum each time before again taking him to the back of my throat. He again whispered "I'm gonna cum. Do you want my load in your mouth?" I didn't answer. I just kept sucking. At that moment I felt and tasted his load fill my mouth. He was grunting and shaking as I milked his dick of his load. As soon as I took my mouth off his dick, he pulled up his briefs and pants and was out the door. My money had run out on the film, so I headed back out into the arcade to check if anyone new had arrived. It was still the same 3 occupied booths with their red lights on. I tried the door nobs again. This time one of the booths that had been locked before was now unlocked. I stepped in and peaked around the corner. A really attractive, very tall and lean older guy in his early 60's was sitting there watching a gay film. He was naked from the waist down. And all he was wearing was his red t-shirt and flip flops on his bare feet. He motioned with his head to come in, so I locked the door and dropped to my knees between his legs. He was stroking his rock hard cock. And for a guy his age, I was impressed by how rigid it was. Unlike the last guy, this guy's pubes and balls were completely shaven smooth. I sucked on him for a moment then licked down his shaft and licked and sucked on his balls. He loved that. After giving his balls some attention for a few moments, I went back to sucking and licking his cock while softly fondling his balls. He opened his bottle of poppers and took some drags on it. I reached up and he handed me the bottle. I took some drags on the poppers, then went back to worshiping his cock. He took another hit of his poppers, then he pulled his t-shirt off, exposing his flat stomach and chest. Exposing two beautiful and very plump nipples. He was pinching hard on both his nipples as I continued to suck on his cock. Then I reached up with both my arms and pinched his nipples. He seemed to really like them pulled hard. He loved what I was doing to his nipples and cock. He was softly moaning as I felt the vein on the underside of his cockshaft begin to swell and throb. He pushed my head down on his cock and rammed it to the back of my throat as his load filled the back of my throat. I used my throat to milk it as best I could. As he let go of my head, I moved my lips up his shaft and milked the last few drops into my mouth. I stood, handed him some paper towels from the dispenser on the wall, as I used a few towels to wipe my mouth. "Thanks" I said as I brushed my hair back into place and began to head to the door. "No, thank you," he said as I left and entered the arcade again. There was a new red light over a door toward the entrance. So I headed that way to check it out. Yay! The door handle was unlocked. I entered and peaked around the corner. There was a very young guy sitting there watching a str8 movie. The kid barely looked 16. He had his zipper open and had a very impressive 7"er in his hand, stroking it. He looked up to see me. Being such a young, good looking and athletic kid, I truly expected him to brush me away. But he didn't and just continued to stroke as his eyes went back to the screen. So, I thought, give it a try. I locked the door and came all the way into the booth. He didn't motion for me to leave, so I dropped to my knees in my usual spot. I looked up at him and thought for a moment, I probably shouldn't do this. He really didn't look like he was even close to being 18 years old, yet. I'm truly not into young guys for the most part. But his youth and almost innocent appearance was a real turn on. I finally looked up at him and asked how old he was? He laughed and said, "I'm 18. Really. The guy at the counter asked me for my drivers license, when I came in. He didn't believe me, either." He chuckled. He moved his hand off his cock and my mouth quickly replaced it. Now, I had thought the older guy that I had just sucked off had a rock hard cock. But, there's nothing harder than a horny 18 year old kid's dick. He had soft, blonde pubes and fuzzy balls. As I sucked he lifted his ass and I pulled his jeans and underwear to his ankles. This kid's dick was only about 4.5 or 5"s and on the slender side. A big dick is fun, but I really enjoy these smaller, slender dicks that I can take to the back of my throat with every thrust. I'd swallow his cock and milk the head with my throat each time. "DAMN" he said as I milked it. "That's really good, man!" With his cock still in my mouth, I looked up at his face and winked, as I continued to suck him. I'd alternately lick his shaft and balls, then go back to sucking. He stayed hard as a rock as I worked on him. He wasn't in any hurry to cum and I was enjoying his hard cock. After about 15 minutes of cocksucking, without any warning I felt and tasted his cum fill my mouth. I again took him to the back of my throat and milked his cockhead of every last drop that I could get. As I came up off of his dick, I looked up at him to see his head back against the wall and his eyes closed. "How was that?" I asked. "Fuck, man! You're a good cocksucker. I've only had one other guy blow me, before. A gay guy from school when I was kind of drunk. I thought he was good. But that was awesome." he said with almost a surprised look on his face. "I've never been to one of these places, but I've read about 'em. And seen them in some porn videos. I'm comin' back. That's for sure." he said with a smile on his face. I stood and wiped my mouth as I handed him a paper towel. "Ya wanna' blow me again?" he asked as I pulled myself together. "I'm still horny. I can cum a few more times." Unfortunately I had an appointment I needed to get to. So, I had to sadly decline. As I was leaving his booth, a middle age guy was out in the arcade checking door handles. "Check out the booth I just came out of. You'll love his dick. He's ready to shoot a second load." I said as I passed him. He just smiled at me and made a beeline for the booth door. He left the door open as he peeked around the corner to see who was in there. I stood and watched as I saw his arm reach out and pull the door closed and heard the lock on the door click. I smiled to myself as I imagined the newcomer kneeling down to enjoy a second load from the kid.

I use a tally app on my cell phone. I think it's called numerical counter. I create my own categories. I keep track of oral loads, anal loads, raw fucks, condom fucks and the cities in which they happen. It's fun to see the totals at the end of the year.

This has been a dismal year. I haven't had sex since mid March because of the virus. Longest dry spell of my entire life. Even before that, it was off to a slow start because of some surgery that I was recovering from at the end of 2019. My totals so far for 2020 are 9 loads in my ass and 26 down my throat. (oral loads are mostly from bookstore video booth sucks). The bookstore arcades recently reopened here. But, not feeling too safe to expose myself, yet. It's a sad, sad year. 😪

Truth. Some of the best tops that I've ever had have been ugly as sin. But, who cares? They are great tops.

True. The cliff note version is to just read the definition of Fascism. From that alone, it's easy to see that Trump is using the playbook of both Mussolini and Hitler.

I was the giver of my last blowjob. It was before the covid lockdown at one of our local ABS video booths. Sucked off 4 guys in the booths that afternoon. It's been so long, I'm going crazy, needing some dick and jizz in my mouth. The ABS have just reopened. I wonder if guys are going back?

I can't believe I've never read his book 'Faggots'. I'm going to need to find it and read it. His play, 'The Normal Heart' is brilliant and heartbreaking. All of us faggots owe Larry Kramer a huge debt of gratitude.

I LOVE glory holes. In a glory hole booth, I'm normally always on my knees, watching and waiting for someone to enter the adjoining booth. I'll do the finger signal through the hole. And will suck pretty much any dick that presents itself. I'm there as a cocksucker. And I'll take all I can get. Sadly, here in Vegas, Metro Police ordered all the glory holes to be covered over a few years ago. And of course, all the ABSs are closed at the moment. I've definitely been missing the glory holes here. But, the booth action has still been good, until the bookstore closures. As long as the guy looks healthy, I'll suck him.

Here's the rather strange conclusion to my story about Brian, my popper supplier. I continued to buy poppers from Brian for several more months. We discussed trying to reconnect for a fuck. But, our availability never seemed to work out. Then all of a sudden Brian wasn't returning my texts. About 3 months went by with no reply, so I gave up even trying to contact him. Finally, after many months, I got a text from Brian's phone number. The message said it was from Brian's son. He said to call his number if I needed poppers. He was clearing out his Dad's inventory and it was going fast. He left a different phone number for me to call. So, I did just that. I called the new number and Rick answered. "Hi. This is Dave. You sent me a text about your Dad's ahhhhh..........poppers". "Ok. Well, I'm cleaning out my Parent's house, to get ready to put on the market. And I'm selling off his remaining inventory. I found Dad's customer list. Thought I'd give you guys first crack at it, before I dump it all. A bookstore has said they'd buy most of what I have left. But, they're not going to pay much. So, I'm giving some of you guys one last chance before I dump it." he said. "Is your Dad ok?" I asked. "Actually, no. It's a long story, but I've moved both Dad and Mom into assisted living. Gotta sell the house to pay for it." "Damn! So sorry to hear that. Well, I definitely would like to buy some. When can I just come by your Dad's place?" I asked. "I'll be there pretty much all day tomorrow. Give me a call. I should be there." he said. My schedule the next day got pretty hectic. So, it was early evening before I had a chance to call Rick. Around 7pm, I called him and asked if it was still ok to come over? "Yeah. I'll be working here till probably about 10 tonight. Come on over." So, I did just that. I pulled into the driveway around 9pm. The garage door was up and I could see a shirtless guy on a ladder, pulling items off the top of a cabinet and tossing it to the garage floor. As I got out of the car, he climbed down the ladder and we walked towards each other. "Hi Rick. I'm Dave." I said as I walked towards him. He nodded his head to acknowledge me, but didn't say anything. I came inside the brightly lit garage and up to this tall, hairy, muscular guy that was dripping in sweat. "I'd shake your hand. But, as you can see, I'm a sweaty mess, right now", he said with a chuckle. I just smiled in reply. "What is it you're looking to buy, Dave?" "Got any of that no label stuff?" Rick shook his head no. "How about Amsterdam?" I asked. Rick opened the refrigerator and searched. Reaching into the fridge he pulled out a small box. Opening it, he said. "Three. That's the last of those." "How much?" I asked. "Ahhhhhh......$20 for all three? That OK?" "Yeah. Sure." I say as I hand him $20 and he hands me the bottles, which I slip in my pocket. "I'm really sorry to hear about your Dad, Rick. A very nice man. He's always treated me well." I said. "Thanks." Rick replied as he reached for a rag that was on the counter, next to the fridge. He wiped some sweat that was running down his forehead. Then used the rag to wipe the sweat from his broad, hairy chest. "Fuck! It's too hot to stay out here any longer. I've been out in this heat all day. I think I'm done for tonight. I'm gonna make myself a drink. You feel like a drink, Dave?" he said as he tossed the rag back onto the counter, not even looking at me. "Ahh..... yeah, sure", I replied. Rick headed towards the door leading from the garage, into the house. He hit the garage door opener as he stepped into the house and the garage door rattled to a close. Holding the door open for me as I followed him inside the house. We walked into the kitchen and Rick pulled two plastic cups from the cupboard, then filled them with ice from the freezer. "You like scotch, Dave? I hope the answer's yes. Cause I think that's all I got." he said as he filled his plastic cup with a healthy pour of scotch. "I've already taken most of Dad's booze over to my place. So, this is what's left." he said as he poured another healthy amount into my cup. "Scotch is fine. Thanks." I said as he handed the cup to me. "Sit." he said as he motioned to the two chairs at the kitchen table. We walked to the table and sat across from each other. We both took a sip of our scotch. Rick put his cup down and ran his hand over his hard, muscular, furry chest. I was of course wishing I could bury my face in that fur covered chest. Rick definitely had his Dad's rugged, masculine build. "Sorry. I should put my shirt on. But, fuck......... I'm not even sure where I tossed it?" he chuckled. "It must be out back." he said. " I was clearing off the patio, earlier. I think I must have tossed it back there." he said as he took another swig of his scotch. " Rick now kicks both his dusty shoes off his feet, as he takes a big swig from his scotch. Then he walks over to the counter to pick up the bottle. He pours more in his cup and tries to do the same to mine. "Whoa........ No thanks, Rick. I've gotta drive home", I say, as I cover my cup with my hand and he puts the bottle down on the table and sits again. "Well, I don't. Gonna stay here tonight. I'd like to get another early start here, tomorrow." he says as he takes another drink. "So, Dave............" he says as he again rubs his chest. Pausing to find the right words. "Correct me if I'm thinking of the wrong guy...........but...................." he pauses again. "See...........Dad and me...... we speak pretty frankly. My sister is my Mother's clone. She has Mom's beauty as well as her uptightness." he chuckles as he takes a sip. "I'm my Dad's clone. I have my Dad's build. Have my Dad's frankness. And I share my Dad's...........ahhmm..........libito, I guess is the word. The truth is I'm just a horny fucker, like the old man." he says, and laughs again. "So, as I said, Dad and I speak pretty frankly and don't keep secrets. I remember him telling me about some customer of his that he fucked in the ass. From the way he described this guy. I'm thinking it might be you. Am I right? Sorry if I got you mixed up with someone else." he says, looking directly into my eyes. "Uhmmm........ Well............ ", I'm really struggling with how to answer this. " Well, yeah Rick. Your Dad did fuck me once. It was a pretty damn good fuck too, I might add." I say with a nervous laugh. "I can't believe your Dad told you he fucked guys?" "Well.......As I said, we're pretty frank. Hope you're not offended by my frankness." I shake my head "no" and take a big sip from my scotch. "So........" Rick stammers. "Well........with my frankness....., I'm just gonna come out with it. I'm a divorced man, with no steady girlfriend at the moment. And with all I've got on my plate at the moment, dealing with my parent's and everything else, I haven't had the time to even try to get laid. Buddy, my own hand just doesn't do it for me. I could use a warm mouth if you're feeling generous." I don't even reply to him. I reach in my pocket and pull out one of the popper bottles that I'd just bought from Rick. I peel off the black plastic seal around the lid. I unscrew the lid and take a couple of drags on it as I move to the floor. I kneel between his legs as he unbelts his cargo shorts, unzips, raises his ass and pulls his cargo shorts to his ankles. He pulls his feet through and tosses the shorts to the side with his foot. He now does the same with his boxers. He's now sitting in front of me, completely naked, except for the pair of white socks, still on his feet. I lean forward and take his cock in my mouth. His cock is also a clone of his Dad's. Nicely 6"s soft and growing rapidly as I begin to suck on him. Ricks dick is just like his Dad's with the exception that unlike his Dad, Rick was uncut. I sucked and gently chewed on his very ample foreskin. Then pushed the skin back with my lips, while taking his cock deeper down my throat. Rick reaches for my poppers and takes a few whiffs. I'm inhaling his sweaty, musky crotch smell, which is nearly as intoxicating as the poppers. I take another whiff of my poppers, then begin to suck on his swollen nuts that are holding several weeks of hot cum. I lift his legs and get my tongue up to his ass. He pulls his knees to his chest as I lick and tongue fuck his musky ass. "Ahhh....... Fuck, dude! God Damn! Eat that ass, you nasty fucker! Holy Shit! Dad's right. You are a nasty slut!" Rick says as I continue to eat his ass. "MuthaFucka................. Yeah............" he says as he now spreads his ass to let me get in deeper. Then he drops his legs. He straightens in the chair and my mouth dives for his now rock hard cock. One of my fingers just gently rubs his wet asshole as my mouth is sliding up and down his cock. He's got one hand on the back of my neck as I hungrily suck his cock. Rick must have really been needing this. I doubt it took even 5 minutes from start to finish. He very soon pulled my head down on his cock by the back of my neck. His hips were humping and he let out a growl as he filled my mouth with his hot load. In typical straight man fashion, once he came, he wanted me gone. He quickly stood, pushed past me and began to put his boxers and shorts on. I stood, put the poppers in my pocket and said, "Well, that was unexpected and fun. Thanks!" I pulled myself together and asked. "Should I go out through the garage?" "Follow me." he said as he led me to the door leading to the patio. He flipped on the patio light. Opening the door, he stepped out and I followed him out to the patio. "There it is." he said as he picked up a t-shirt that was draped over the back of a chair. I walked past him as he pulled his shirt on. "Which way out?" I asked. "Round there", he said as he pointed to his left. With that, he went back into the house, flipping off the patio light as I rounded the corner of the house. I didn't hear anything from Rick for many months. Then I got a couple of late night texts from him. Both times he messaged that he needed a blow job. But, it just wasn't possible for me to drive over to service him at the moment. I guess he finally gave up and I've never heard from him again.

Sadly, that was the only time he fucked me. BUT, there is a bit more to the story. I'll complete the story about him when I have time.

I've been in Covid lockdown for nearly 2 months. I've never in my life gone this long without dick. So, I haven't had any new experiences to write about. But, my mind has been remembering some past experiences that make me anxious to get back out there. This experience happened several years ago. I had pretty much forgotten about it. But I actually dreamed about it last night. So, I thought I'd write it down while it's in my memory. First off, I have to tell you that I LOVE poppers. I've been using them for decades. I do miss the old poppers, which are illegal, now. You know, the little glass capsule, covered in gauze netting. You'd break the capsule, put it in the aluminum cylinder and sniff. Real Amyl. Damn! That was hot! The stuff out there now is nothing like it. But, I still do like to get the quick buzz, even if it doesn't last long. Anyway, I live in a city where poppers are readily available at the many sex shops in town. However, there was a guy here in town that advertised on Craigslist all the time. Offering poppers at a highly reduced price. He even sold some brands that were not available in town. Including one unnamed, unlabeled, little brown bottle that would kick you on your ass. It was twice the price of my usual brand. But, for special occasions, it was fun to use. Anyway, this guy (I'll call him Brian) sold poppers out of a refrigerator in his garage. He was a tall, muscular guy in his late 60's. For a man his age, he had an absolutely amazing body. He stood about 6'4''. He had a broad, muscular, hairy chest. Muscular arms and legs. He wasn't exactly beautiful of face. But his impressive build was a huge turn on to me. Even though Brian wasn't exactly a handsome man, there was something about him that I found incredibly appealing. He had that strong, silent, hypermasculine Marlboro Man look to him. In addition to being tall, his hands and feet were quite large. Making me wonder if his dick was as big? He normally wore rather tight jeans. And occasionally, I could make out a rather impressive bulge in his crotch. I began to purchase my poppers from Brian about 10 years ago. The transactions were always very businesslike. I'd send him a text that I needed poppers. We'd set up a time. I'd drive to his home. Park in front and text him that I was there. He'd text me to come in. He'd open his garage door. I'd go it, pay him for the poppers and go. He was pleasant, but not much of a talker. It was always quick and businesslike, with little chat or small talk. I had no idea whether Brian was gay, bi, straight or what? I really didn't know anything about him. I'd been buying from Brian for several years. Normally just one bottle at at time. But one afternoon I told him I wanted 3 of my regular brand. And I wanted one of his "special" unlabeled bottles. As we made the transaction in his garage, he offhandedly said, "This is a big order for you. Have you got something special going on, on, or just stocking up?" "Yeah. I'm renting a hotel room tomorrow. I'm hosting an anonymous breed and seed party. The brown bottle is for me. It's not going to leave my hands and I'm not sharing." I said with a chuckle. "The other bottles I'll have available for the other guys that want to use them." "Damn!", he said with a sly smile on his face. "You never struck me as the kind of slut that hosts those things." I just laughed. "Oh, I'm a horny slut, for sure. I love taking hard dicks and loads." Brian just smiled a bit from one corner of his mouth and put the 4 bottles in a small paper bag. Handing them to me, he said "Sounds fun. I haven't been to one of those in quite some time." "I don't know anything about you, Brian. Mind if I ask if you're gay? I've never been sure?" "Well, Dave. Not exactly sure how to answer that? I consider myself straight. I don't find men to be a sexual turn-on in the least. But, in my day, I've had many a man's mouth on this dick. And I've pounded many a load into a man's ass. Though I'm not really attracted to men, the sight of a nice ass, male or female will get me hard. So, most would argue that I'm bi. But, labels are just labels. I'm just think of myself as a horny fucker. A hole's a hole. I've never sucked a dick and don't care to. I've never been fucked by a guy or had anything up my ass, and don't plan to. But, if I need to get off and a man will take my load, I'm game. I've been married to the same woman for 40 years. We have grown kids and grandkids. I'm not attracted to men in the least. But when pussy isn't available a man's mouth and ass will do very nicely." "Damn! If I'd known, I'd have cleaned out and you could pound a load in me, right now." I said "Yeah? Well, my wife is disabled. She never leaves home without me or one the kids taking her out. And I never leave her alone, unless one of the kids can relieve me. So, I don't get much of a chance anymore to fuck." he said. "That's too bad, Brian. I'm going to be at the Day's Inn, just down the road tomorrow night. If you have any way to get out, I'd be more than happy to offer my mouth and ass for you to use." I said to him. "Thanks. Doubtful that will happen. But, thanks for the offer. But, text me your room number tomorrow. And who knows?" he said with a sly grin. I thanked Brian, paid for my bottles and left. So, the next day, I checked into my hotel room, got myself and the room ready for my party and sent my room number to all that had requested an invitation. So, in addition to all the others, I sent Brian a text with my room number. I told him the door would be unlocked, just come in. Within an hour the first couple of guys had shown up and fucked me. As the 3rd guy was pounding me from behind, my door opened and closed. I glanced towards the door and saw Brian standing there. "Hey! Good to see you, bud! I didn't think you'd come." I said as the other guy continued to fuck me. "My son came by. I asked him to stay for an hour so I could run some errands. So, here I am." he said as he began to undress. Brian was soon naked and he was an impressive sight, indeed. His muscular body was covered in thick hair. His cock was soft, but hung at least a full 6"s, hanging over a giant set of plump balls. As he walked towards us, the guy fucking me reached over to grab his dick. Brian moved closer to him and the guy stroked Brian's cock as he fucked me. Brian slapped my ass hard. "Looks like a nice ass, Dave." I just smiled and took a drag on my poppers. Brian walked over to my head. His cock was still mostly soft, but he lifted it and put it up to my lips. I sucked on his cock as his cock slowly grew and hardened in my mouth. I think the sight of me sucking Brian must have been a turn on to the guy fucking me. Because he now began to fuck faster, harder and deeper. The guy grabbed my hips and rammed deep. "Ahh, FUCK!" he yelled as he held his cock deep in me, shaking, as he filled my ass with load number 3. Without saying anything more, he pulled from me and walked to the bathroom. I heard the water running in the sink as Brian pulled his now rock hard cock from my mouth and moved behind me. His dick had grown about 2"s in length, to close to 8"s. And swelled in girth by a great deal. As the other guy came back into the room and began to dress, Brian stood behind me and repeatedly slapped his dick on my hole. Even though there was a bottle of lube laying by me, he spit on my hole and his dick a few times and began to press into me. I took some more deep drags on the extra strong poppers as he slowly slid balls deep into me. It was hurting a bit as I adjusted to his length and girth inside me. But the deep drags of poppers soon loosened me up. Brian picked up the other bottle of poppers I had laying by me and took a drag. "Give me your bottle." he said as he put the cap on the other bottle and tossed it back onto the bed. Brian took some deep drags on the no-named poppers. 2 deep drags in each nostril. And then a deep drag through his mouth. This guy was a pro at this. He handed the poppers back to me and I took a few more drags. I knew I was going to need this. He was now sliding in and out of me. He'd go in balls deep, then pull nearly all the way out, before slamming back up into me. Thankfully, his spit and the loads I already had in me was adequate lube and he was easily sliding in and out of me. My head was spinning from the poppers, but I was loving this. I had been fantasizing about this man's dick in me for a long time. Brian was an aggressive top, for sure. There was nothing sensual about his fucking. It was pure, raw, animal sex. No talk, only occasionally I'd hear a grunt as he rammed into me. I'd occasionally take another drag on the poppers, then hand them back to him. He'd push me into other positions. Each time, trying to dig his cock even deeper into me. Finally, he had pushed me further up onto the bed. He was kneeling behind me and had grabbed tightly onto my shoulders as he ground his rock hard, monster dick into me. His fingers were digging into my shoulders, but he'd occasionally release my shoulders to give my ass a hard slap. SWAT! "Like it?" he asked. SWAT! "Huh? Is this what you wanted?" SWAT "Yes! Fuck, YES!", I grunted, as he slammed into me. Finally he had pushed me onto my side and raised my right leg up to my chest. He as now ramming into me from an angle. This position got his dick even deeper into me. His thrusts were so hard and deep that I found myself gasping for breath. His pace was slowing a bit, but he was still ramming hard and deep into me. Each thrust produced a loud slapping sound as our bodies met. And I grunted each time as his trusts knocked the air out of my lungs. Now he'd trust balls deep. Hold it there a second, then pull nearly out of me. Hold it a second, then thrust hard and deep again. This pattern went on for a minute or two. Then the pace of his thrusts sped up again for a few moments before he let out a soft, deep growl. As he held deep in me, I could feel his cock throb in my ass. I used my ass muscles to milk his cock a bit. Then he thrust a few more times, before he collapsed onto me. Both of us breathing hard, trying to catch our breaths. After a few moments, he rolled off me, pulling his cock out of me as he rolled off me. He laid on his back, with his eyes closed for several minutes, as his breathing slowly came back to normal. He rolled off the bed and stood. He appeared wobbly as he walked into the bathroom to wash up. "Wow! Those poppers are strong. It's been awhile. I forget how strong they are." I could hear him saying from inside the bathroom. As he washed up, I climbed off the bed. Feeling wobbly myself, I moved to a chair, sat down and took a few drinks of water from my bottle until my head stopped spinning. Those poppers were strong, indeed. I'd probably had over done it. But, I did need those poppers to take that big, monster dick of his. Brian finally came out and dressed. "Glad you texted me, Dave. Like I said, it's been awhile. I sure needed it." I truly had enjoyed it as well. But, to be honest, I was hoping I'd have a bit of a break before the next guy showed up. But as Brian was combing his hair in the mirror, trying to put himself into a presentable appearance before he headed home, the door opened and in came another guy. This guy was a middle aged, slightly chubby guy. As the new guy undressed, the door opened again and a younger, buff, black guy in his mid 20's came in and began to undress as well. Brian passed between them on his way to the door, saying to them, "That's a nice piece of ass, guys. Enjoy yourselves!", he said as he walked out the door. I grabbed my poppers and walked over to the 2 newcomers. Dropped to my knees and began to take turns sucking both of their dicks, getting them hard, before climbing back onto the edge of the bed, putting my ass up and opened for business, again.

I'm primarily turned on my amateur porn. Hidden camera and anonymous porn is my favorite. While the photography in a pro shoot is superior, it all seems the same to me.

Some of my favorite tops and best fucks I've ever had have been from guys with butt ugly faces. I could care less what their face looks like. Your pic is hot as hell. No matter what your face looks like, I'd be happier than hell to suck that monster and bend over for you. If you come here to Vegas, my ass is yours.

I've only been whored out twice. I've organized many, many anonymous breed and seed parties for myself. And I've been tag fucked by quite a few guys before. But, only twice have I had a DOM Top organize and take charge of it. The first time was with one of my "regulars" in London. An Italian DOM guy, who had been fucking me for several years. He preferred to fuck me after I had a load or two in me already. So, one time he told me he wanted to arrange to whore me out to as many tops as he could line up. He told me that if I did it, I couldn't refuse any load. That there would be guys of all ages, builds, races and cock size. I had to submit myself to all of them. I agreed. He spent a few weeks lining up guys. A few were his friends. And some he lined up through BBRT and Craigslist. While this was going on, he go on Grindr and Growlr and got a couple of the guys from those apps as well. Including a guy staying at the same hotel. The party went on for about 4 hours. In those 4 hours, I got about 10 loads put in my ass. And one load down my throat. After each load in my ass, my Italian buddy would slide his dick in me and fuck for a few minutes, before handing my ass over to the next guy. Then, when the last guy finished off in my ass, my Italian DOM buddy finally gave me a hard pounding and planted his load in my now very sloppy hole. The next time was here in Vegas. I had organized a breed and seed for myself at a local motel. One guy from Craigslist that fucked me was a hot Latino daddy. While he was fucking me, two more guys showed up at the same time. The Latino daddy really got off seeing the other guys fucking me as well. He told me that he had a sex room in his home with a sling, a king sized bed and a fuck bench. He said he often hosted sex parties at his home. He asked if I'd be interested in him whoring me out to some of his top buddies? I said yes. So, he set this up for a Saturday afternoon. He and I got naked and he took me into his sex room. He also put a sleeping mask on me. Telling me that he didn't want me to know who was fucking me. But that he'd always be nearby to make sure that I was ok. He handed me a bottle of poppers saying, "You'll need these. A couple of these guys are really well hung." Soon the other guys started showing up. I have no idea how many guys actually fucked me? Because some would fuck until they came in me, then leave. And a few would fucking me a bit, then would hand me off to someone else before sliding back into me again, later. My host was always close by and would keep me well lubed until I finally had so much cum in me, that more lube wasn't necessary. I never had any idea who's dick was in me? Some would fuck me in the sling. Some on the fuck bench. And some on the bed. The fucking went on for several hours. Then my Latino host took off my mask, put me on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed. He knelt behind me and felched the loads from my hole. He was sucking it up and feeding on it like a hungry dog. Then he stood up, slid his cock into me and pounded my ass until he shot his own load into me. It was a really strange sensation to feel the guys fucking me, but having no idea who they were? Having no idea what age or race they were? I could only feel the difference from the size and shape of their cocks. And their fucking style. Some fucked hard, fast, deep and brutal. Some were more gentle and romantic. Some kissed me and some didn't. While I would only do this with a blindfold, if someone was there to watch out for me, it was a very interesting experience. Hopefully, when this virus has left us, I'd love to do this again. It was an exciting experience.

Alpha top Austin Wolf is fucking HOT!

In my opinion, THIS might be the hottest video clip I've ever seen. Pure animal lust. Two incredibly hot guys. And they are obviously both incredibly turned on by each other. I've watched it 4 or 5 or 10 times in the last week. Who knows? It's Fuckin' HOT!

FUCK! This is a very, very HOT video! Makes me both laugh at and really appreciate male sexuality. Two guys can meet anonymously, as total strangers. And in less that 7 minutes politely greet each other, get naked, kiss passionately, fuck a raw load into the other one, say a polite "thank you", dress and leave. All without even knowing each other's names. This type of sexual appetite in nearly unheard of with most str8 women. But, it's not uncommon at all, for men (both gay and str8). I think back to the countless numbers of times that I've sat in an adult bookstore video booth or in the xxx theatre and taken the loads from guy after guy after guy. Sometimes in the double digits during a visit. Totally anonymously. Usually without a single word being spoken. God! I love horny men....!!! LOL

I agree. The thickness is the bigger challenge. I can take an xxlong dick like a champ. No problem at all. But if it's xxthick, I may need some extra lube, some extra poppers and he might have to go a little slower in the beginning for me to loosen up.

I wouldn't say no to any of them. But, most definitely, I LOVE the guy on the far right. The guy with the long hair is hot, too. I like the nonconformist types of guys, too.