ShootDownMyThroat

Family and regular friends, no. Gay friends—you bet they know, as do certain bartenders around New York, because when I’m not on my knees swallowing cum I love to talk about it, and to hear other cum pig’s sleazy stories. It turns me on when my friends joke with me about my love of sucking cock and gulping down loads. And it’s fun—we men are all pigs, we should embrace it and enjoy it. No reason to hold back or be embarrassed. Let everyone in the bar look at the hard-on in your jeans while you tell me about your last glory hole experience or show me that picture on your phone of your face covered in jizz.

On my knees with the man or men standing. This is partly because I’m tall. But I also love the sheer act of dropping to my knees, giving that signal that I’m ready to pig out. Being squarely in front of the cock also allows me to keep my lips firm around it, teeth pulled away, tongue pressed firmly up, and I can use one hand to lightly stroke the back of the guy’s balls. I can also deep throat easily this way, and the guy can put his hand on the back of my head if he likes. For some reason this position also makes it less tiring to me—I can keep hauling on the cock like a machine until the cum shoots down my throat. (A lot of guys hold my head still at that point—they don’t want me to keep hauling as they cum—in which case I go as far down as I possibly can.) Often in group situation I see guys bending over to the suck cock of someone else standing. This drives me crazy because it shows a lack of conviction. Are they worried about soiling the knees of their pants? Myself, I can’t wait to get on my knees and show everybody what a cum-hungry pig I am. And afterwards I’ll love walking around with dirty knees and maybe a little cum in my beard or on my shirt.

What a handsome, hot man. I’d love to suck you off in public.

There used to be a young guy in Riverside Park (cruisy NYC park) I’d suck off occasionally, and he insisted I hold my head absolutely still when he came because he was so sensitive. And yeah, occasionally a guy thinks it’s not safe to cum in my mouth…but I can usually talk him into it. Sometime at a glory hole a guy suddenly pulls away and I have to say to him, “Cum in my mouth.” They do it less commonly than they used to, but it still turns me on when guys ask if I swallow or, as they’re about to shoot, say, “Want it?”

I’m just the same. I nearly always swallow, but if I’m in a group scene I love taking a load on my face and letting guys see me that way. Or if I see a load on a guy’s chest, or on the floor, I might get down and rub my beard in it. I’m like a cat with catnip—I just lose my mind.

While I would never use a picture of my cock as my main profile picture, I do usually include it among the extra photos. The reason is, as myself a guy who loves to swallow cum, when I finally need to finish sucking and go home to bed I don’t want to waste it. I try to find a fellow cum pig who will be grateful for the load. I have a really big cock and showing a picture almost always get a quick response. (I live in Manhattan’s Hell’s Kitchen, so there are always plenty of cocksuckers on Sniffies.)

What is the title of this film?

It gets a bad rap, and sure, like any ABS there are times it’s empty or boring. But it’s still one I’ll often check out when I happen by, and if you’re not one of those picky guys who stand around for hours waiting for their dreamboat, it can be pretty good.

Amazingly enough, given my reputation as a cocksucker, I have never been to the Blow Buddies event. Can you elaborate on why you don’t recommend it?

I’ve probably told this story here before, but years ago a Christopher Street bartender I was talking to shared my obsession with getting loads shot DEEP, and our horny talk got us both worked up so he took me to his nearby apartment to give me a demonstration. His first advice was to give up on the idea of hanging your head over the side of the bed. Instead, he laid down fully and put a pillow under his neck. Then he had me mount him, facing the opposite direction, propping my upper body up a little with my arms. It took a few moments of finagling to get the pillow and head position just right, but soon enough I was able to plunge all the way down his throat with ease and in comfort. I just plowed away. It felt FANTASTIC. Once or twice he gently put his hands on my hips—a sign that he needed a second for air, but the interruption was so brief it barely stopped my rhythm. This guy had it down to a science. I think it took only a minute for me to cum, and I got to shove my cock all the way in as I did—truly breed his throat. We were both grinning afterwards. It wasn’t the last time by any means that he got my load this way, but you better believe I wanted to try getting throat-fucked like this myself. It took only a little practice to get the hang of it. I find the floor works better—more stable. I still find it doesn’t work for every cock, but it often is the easiest way to get really long ones all the way down. Some guys go crazy over it. Having said all that, there’s still nothing like dropping to your knees and pigging out.

Has it gotten better? I have to admit I haven’t gone in years because they had staff policing the place and constantly breaking up the action. It was unbelievably frustrating. If there’s an area where I can get on my knees and gulp loads openly and without interruption, count me in.

I do too. Spent many nights there gulping loads. Bad nights when I went home on an empty stomach were rare. I haven’t found anything since that quite equals it. it’s great to see dark rooms in bars making a comeback, but it’s odd how they are mostly underutilized.

That’s totally my kind of thing. I’m a gigantic cum pig. I prefer for guys to shoot directly down my throat, but I’ll take it any way I can. Once, a guy responded to my ad on a hookup site offering to stand on the street and jack off into a paper cup while I watched from my apartment window. (I lived in Manhattan.) He placed the cup on my stoop, then he watched from his car as I came out, picked up the cup, and gulped it down. Horny as hell.

Fun reading everybody’s thoughts about this. It made me realize something I’d never really thought about before. Admittedly, I don’t think I follow porn as closely as many, but the guys whose names I remember and whose movies I seek out are bottoms—even though I’m mostly an oral bottom myself. I think it’s because guys on film are living a fantasy of mine. I love having guys watch me suck cock, so when I watch porn, I fantasize it’s me in the cocksucker’s place. So of course I want him to be good, piggy, and cum hungry. Also, in real life pretty much all of my best friends who are gay are cocksuckers like me, or bareback bottoms. Kind of funny, now that I think of it, but I guess it’s because we enjoy the same thing.

Has anybody ever hooked up with Antonio Montez? I’m told he’s in New York, but I’ve never seen him around. He’s such a horny cocksucker for Treasure Island.

I am really more a cum pig than a cocksucker. I want the load as fast as possible. If im at a glory hole and a guy still hasn’t cum after five minutes, I start thinking about moving on. (But I can honestly say most guys do cum pretty quickly when I suck them.)

When I get going at a glory hole or in a group scene, I’m pretty much of the “no load refused” camp. Friends of mine are shocked the first time they see me go at it, or when they hear about it. I have no idea why swallowing cum is so important to me. I’m a nice, polite guy, kind of shy and reserved, but when I’m on my knees I go completely crazy.

I still haven’t been. Just last week I ran into a friend of mine at Flaming Saddles who had just left Vishara after two hours of no action at all. Maybe it hasn’t found it’s audience yet. I would like to know what the glory hole situation is like. Are the booths large enough for setting up a small tripod so I can film my cocksucking? Can you have sex in the public areas, as happened pretty often in the old Vishara, or leave the door to your booth open so others can watch you suck cock—or does an employee come through and yell at everybody?

I’ve had the clap in my throat many times, and never have symptoms. This is why I get checked every three months. Fortunately, my regular doctor is a gay guy who is not judgmental and doesn’t lecture me.

FelchingPisser, leatherpunk16, and Marc Short—thanks so much for your answers. I guess I’ll leave it as a fantasy, then. (Years ago, I was approached, very casually, by someone who said he was with Treasure Island. He’d watched me in action at a sex club on a particularly busy night. I was flattered and tempted, but declined.) The guy I’d been talking to—pardon me for not saying his name, but I wouldn’t want to get him in professional trouble—also mentioned drugs often got in the way. That reminded me that I once chatted online with the star of a famous (and very hot!) gangbang film, and he said he hardly remembered making it because the director had gotten him drugged up prior to shooting. I admit I don’t enjoy watching that one as much after learning this. And apparently he never made another movie. Marc, I can see how being told where to cum must be a bummer. I wonder why directors don’t just film guys as we really are in sex clubs. We don’t pull out when we cum—just the opposite, we bang it in deep. Give me internal cumshots in porn! (Thanks for all the great movies, Marc. For all the work you talk of, you make it look spontaneous and rough and super horny. I’m a fan!)

I don’t know what made me think of this today, but... While I’m mostly a cum-guzzling cocksucker, everybody know knows me knows I have a huge cock, and now and then when I’m ready to busy I let a fellow cocksucker take my load. Problem is, I’m so big almost everybody is terrible at sucking my cock. Well, one day in the 1990s, I stopped into a clothing shop that used to be on Christopher Street. I wanted to pick up Speedos for my weekend trips out to Fire Island. There was a very handsome young black guy working there—really really good-looking—and I could see immediately that he was “into” me. I guess I was just his type. And I think he was really hirny, too. He saw me looking at the swimming briefs and told me very emphatically—looking at me intently—that I could try them on (not the usual thing, of course, with swimwear). He REALLY wanted me to try them on. There were two other cute young guys working, and they were smiling knowingly. I thought it was just flirtation, and because the guy was so handsome and sexy I was happy to flirt back. And—took the hint. I love showing off my monster cock. Went into a dressing room (they were in the middle of the store, on a kind of platform), put on the Speedos, pulled my anatomy up to show it off in all its glory, and pulled back the curtain for the salesman to see. I felt like I was on stage. I asked him what he thought. They look great, he said. He stared at my bulge and licked his lips like a slut. “You barely fit into them.” I asked if he thought I should try the next size up. “Oh no. I’m not complaining.” The other guys were pretending to work. “I wonder if you rearranged a bit though, if you’d fit into them better. Can I show you?” Sure, I said. He came up and put his hand on my crotch. I was instantly hard—and just like that, he was on his knees, and pigging out like there was no tomorrow. It was HOT! He was FANTASTIC—got the whole think in his mouth without a problem (a rarity) and he had beautiful full lips that felt like heaven, and he knew how to keep his tongue pressed up on my shaft. The other two guys came and watched. This guy—really, an inspiration, he just went for it, a complete glutton. I didn’t ask, I knew he wanted my load, and when I shot he went all the way down. I grabbed the back of his head. When I was completely drained, I stepped back, told him “sold!’ which made all three of them laugh. I paid and left with some lame joke shout their great customer service. Thing is, he was so great, I went back to find him again some months later and he wasn’t there. But I never forgot that great blowjob like something out of a porn movie. Anyway, just wanted to share a memory.

I rarely get past sucking cock. Once I start, I have an overwhelming need to feel that load shooting down my throat, and I don’t stop until I get it.

I just got back from a bar here in New York where I met a guy currently doing professional bareback porn. He was fun to talk to—a real pig, and we both got good and horny sitting there drinking whiskey and talking dirty—but when I asked him if making porn was as good as everybody’s fantasy about making porn, well, he was a lot less fun to talk with. I mean, he was very nice about it, didn’t have anything bad to say about anybody, but he was not at all as enthusiastic as I’d expect. It seemed to be two things—the stuff that goes on in the industry, and the way some people who see his films treat him—that made him a little bitter. (He actually thanked me for not being one of the jerks, and then changed the subject.) It was a bummer. Which guy has not dreamed of putting a permanent record of his sluttiest self out there in the world? I mean, I have personal videos of me gulping down loads, and another of me breeding a very handsome photogenic guy, and if it weren’t for family- and work-related concerns I’d put them up for everyone to see. Are there porn performers here who get the rush I think I’d get from letting the whole world watch them having the kind of sleazy hungry sex men are meant to have?

By the way: Can we bring back the hanky code? And in a serious way, without all that “brunch bottom” crap? It used to be very effective when I was out cruising the bars and just wanted to suck guys off in the restroom, or was out looking for loads in Central Park.

Now that’s more like it! A couple in there will help—but I’ve also written to them to see about custom work. Thanks!