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Near Home—January, 2024 It was the last Saturday of the month. This was the end of the week where I had had to re-schedule two meets and be stood up by the third. I usually went to the bookstore on weekday afternoons. But I had tried a Saturday afternoon before, and found it much more varied. I had an early lunch, and took off… The parking lot is jammed. I have to park on the street. Something I have never done in all the years I have been going. I go into the straight theatre. It’s where the guys are. Men I’ve never seen before and some regulars. There is a cocksucker, no longer in the seat, but kneeling on the floor. He is sucking a bald white man, around my age, who sports a long, thin cock. Four men I’ve never seen before have their cocks out and are jerking as the they watch the action. I sit to the side. I haul out my hardening dick. I am pretty sure that at least one of those four men will want more than their hand. I am ready to find out as… “Hey! You’re here!” I turn. It is a light skinned Black man. He is 40-ish and looking very dapper in a two-piece suit. I instantly recall when, several months ago, he took maybe a third of my cock in his ass and thought he had the whole thing. He grabs my wrist and leads me to the back row. I sit on the bench next to where the guy is giving head on the floor. The suit coat comes off and is left on the back of the bench in front of us. He kneels. And begins giving me head. Side by side with the other couple. The audience can now watch two big dicks being serviced. They stroke with abandon. This guy is good with his mouth. I lean back and try not to think how I’d like to go down the row of all those guys jerking, taking each load. My cocksucker is dripping vast amounts of spit all over me (why I wear clothes I don’t care about.) It’s actually kind of hot to feel awash with it all. Once or twice the guy getting blown next to me has caught my eye with that “I hope your sucker is as good as mine” look. My sucker stands up, making me look back at him. He drops his pants. I can’t imagine what his suit pants will look like later after they fall to his ankles and sit on this floor. He turns and leans on the bench in front of us. I slide to the floor and eat his ass. He is freshly showered, but with just enough sweat from the exertion of sucking me, to taste wonderful. I shove as much spit up his hole as I possibly can. It is as tight a hole as any I have ever tongued. “Fuck me with that big cock,” he whispers—but loud enough for the audience to hear. They jerk harder. I stand. I am greased up with a lot of lube on my cock. A LOT of lube. I work the head into his tight pucker. He gasps. A guy, jerking, steps closer. I hold in place. I inch forward. One inch. My guy groans. Another inch. Maybe a third of my full length. And his hand reaches back, grasping my shaft. Tight. We stand like this for a few minutes. I try to move his hand away. He won’t budge. He just groans and pants. I try to inch in a little more. Nothing moves. A man comes over from the wall, offering my guy a dick to suck. I like this idea; it will take his mind off his ass. But he disdainfully pushes the proffered cock away. I sigh. We continue to stand like this for a full five minutes. That is an eternity of no pumping. No fuck motion at all. My cock is going down from a combination of no movement, the death-like grip he has on it and from me now getting pissed. I finally lean across his back and tell him to let go, I need to move. He lets go—but steps forward just as I was going to add an inch into him. I come out of his ass altogether. He swivels around and tells me it felt great and wasn’t I even deeper than last time. “I think it was the same, or maybe a little less.” He looks disappointed for a moment. I excuse myself and go to take a piss. I know none of these men are going to touch my dick knowing it’s been in an ass, even an exceptionally clean one. I go into the gay cinema. The crowd here is nowhere as big as next door. But a young white college student kneels in front of me the moment I take my cock out. He gives me great head for his experience level. He really wants my load. But that is incredibly far away after the death grip. He sucks and licks until he just can’t stand the cold linoleum anymore. I go back next door. All the men have vanished. But for my first guy. He waves to me from the seat we’d used. I sit down and let him suck me some more. “Do you want my ass again?” “Will you let me try to actually fuck you?” “But you were…” “No, I was inside you. Some of me. It’s not the same thing.” We agree to stick with his mouth for now. Once again, I tell him that we should try his ass with him relaxing in my sling, away from everyone else. He nods, but never asks for my number… * The huge crowd is now totally gone. Two guys who want to just jerk are doing just that in the gay theatre. In the straight is a lone white man, who looks vaguely familiar. He has taken one leg of his trousers off and folded them over onto the still clothed leg. He is jerking to the video on the big screen and to porn playing on his phone. I try to make eye contact to see if he wants some help. Nothing. But I am pretty sure I’ve had this guy before. I go over to him and kneel in front of him. He stops jerking. I take his wet cock in my mouth. He keeps the phone positioned just above me—perhaps to block out the image that it’s a guy making his cock feel so good. I suck and slurp. I lick his big balls, making his dick drool as I slowly jerk it. I clean that up. Then, from high above: “You swallow?” I grunt an affirmative. And like clockwork, he let’s go of an enormous load. I have to swallow fast to keep up with it. I clean up every drop. He continues to look at his phone. Never at the man who just gave him what he wanted… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Two Bookstore Oddities: The Death Grip and the Phone Block February 9, 2024 -
You Just Never Know...
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—September, 2023 September had been a very good month for my sex life. I had had all sorts of variety at the bookstore, the wet session with GaryM and other varied one on one sessions in my playroom. On the last day of the month, just a couple of days after the last trip, I hurried back to the bookstore for more… I park. A man gets out of the car next to me. He is young, Black and hot as fuck. His tall and lanky frame has disappeared into the store before I can get out of the car. He is nowhere to be seen as I pay my admission. I go into the straight theatre. He is the back row talking to a woman. I sit to the side and look again through the dim light. No, he’s talking to the Latino who’s lately taken to crossdressing—and he is in full regalia tonight: Wig, crop trop, cheerleader skirt. He hands the gorgeous guy something. The guy unzips. He pulls out a cock that is Keshawn’s size. He rolls the condom on it as the Latino bends, lubing his ass with a jar of something. Then he adds some more. The gorgeous guy inserts. Roughly. Making the Latino yelp. He fucks into him three times. And pulls out, taking the now full condom off his deflating dick. Three strokes—really. And nary a grunt as he shot. Both men leave. I move to the cocksucker’s seat (which they had stood in front of) and sit. I stroke, all by myself for a very long time. A man around my age comes in. He stands next to me. He is mid-height, white, and slightly scruffy looking. He pulls out a six incher with a pronounced upwards curve. He strokes as we both watch the video. And each other. “You suck?” “Sure.” “Would you suck me?” “Sure.” But he makes no move to give it to me. He just strokes. A little later: “You like dick in your mouth?” “Yes.” “You wanna suck my cock?” “If that’s what you want…” And once again he goes back to stroking. Still later: “Cocksucker?” “Seemingly not tonight, I’m not.” He turns and really looks at me. And shoves his cock in my mouth. It erupts. He instantly goes super sensitive and can’t be cleaned up by tongue. He wraps his cock in at least three tissues before stuffing it into a pair of once white undershorts, zips up and is gone. The Latino comes back, all feminine gear gone. He stands next to me. “That was quite a cock you took,” I say. “It hurt. Bad.” I guess it was good thing it was the shortest fuck I have ever witnessed. “But it made me horny,” he contines. He digs his uncut cock out of his fly. “You want?” I shrug and take him. He is horny. It’s another all but instant ejaculation. “Now I can get home,” he sighs. And does. I stroke. Wondering why I came back tonight. The Spitter arrives. He sits next to me. He sucks me for a good 15 minutes. I am treated to some good head and a veritable lake of spittle between my boots. While I was being sucked, a hot white man, new to me, leans against the wall and watches. He is totally bald, likely around 50 and in good shape. He pulls out a generous dick and strokes it. I nod to him, hoping I can suck it as The Spitter works on me. He comes closer. As The Spitter gets to his feet, the Bald man takes off. I stay and stroke my now very wet dick. Bald man returns. He strokes. I wonder if he will give in and let me suck it. We stroke. He inches over. And once again he flees, this time as the door opens for a straight regular. I stroke. Bald man is back. He is just as close. He turns away from me and pulls the waistband of his pants down, revealing the top of a beautiful hairy butt. Well, fuck! I can’t believe my luck. I stand up—and he is out the door. I do up my pants and think he’s in the preview booths for he wants privacy. Nope. I go into the gay cinema. Empty. I head to the restroom as it is at the door to the arcade, in case he went in there. I wait. But he’s gone. I sigh. I give up and go home… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: You Just Never Know... (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 20, 2023 -
From One Extreme to the Other
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—July, 2023 I had had such a good time on the Sunday afternoon at the bookstore, (written up in the last post) I went back at the same time the next week… I sit in my favorite seat on the straight side, against the back wall. The first person through the door is the same older Black man from last week. He grins. He wants more. He unzips and I go to work. He is rampant. I am still sitting and remember that going to my knees gave me a better angle. I do it. But now his cock is softer. He nods and encourages me, but the hardon is diminishing by the minute. He’s flustered and I’m sure is thinking too much about it. We try it with him sitting down—and that’s worse. He zips up and tells he’ll come find me if he can… I sit back down and stroke. A few men come in, look around and leave. A very large Black man, new to me, stays. He sits next to me. He is handsome, bearded and carrying a tremendous amount of extra weight. His eyes are all over my cock. And soon his hand is on it, too. I think back to the massive guy who gave me fabulous head last week. I glance over. This guy is hungry, I can tell. I look away, then: “I want to suck you.” I nod, and stand, thinking that will be easier for him. He grins… And pulls out a condom. He rolls it down my cock. It is black latex and thick. He begins the suck. I can feel literally nothing but the pressure of his lips and thick tongue. I close my eyes. “Are you close?” My eyes open in disbelief, but manage a civil “No.” He sucks some more. “I want you to rip it off and cum all over my face when you are ready. Spray it all over my beard.” I have had enough. My cock isn’t limp—but it is nowhere as hard as when he started. I make my apologies and go to the gay theatre. A white guy, around my age, sits in the cocksucker’s chair. He is short and rather beefy. I sit on a two-person bench against the side wall. We watch the movie. Suddenly he gets up and walks over, sitting down next to me. “I know what you need.” Like a good cock sucking, I think. He reaches and begins to stroke my dick. It’s a pleasant warm-up. No, that is all he’s going to do. He jerks my cock. As he senses that I’m not ready to explode at his mere touch, his grip tightens. He works harder. Now he is squeezing and it hurts. I tell him so. Nicely, I think. He says nothing but I can tell he is offended. He goes off to the arcade. I stroke myself—with more feeling and without the death grip. The door opens and a white man, a good ten years older than I, shuffles in. He makes a beeline for me and sits next to me. His very soft hands feel much better on my cock. Then he bends and kisses the underside of the shaft. He moves, wanting to kneel in front of me. I help him down. And he kisses the shaft again, little butterfly kisses. Over and over. And that is it. Little licks. “Do you want to suck it?” I ask, trying hard not to put any edge in my tone. “I am.” He continues. “Try putting the head in your mouth.” He sighs. He does it and not too well. Here is a man bringing decades of potential skill to my cock—and his damn lips brushing the underside of the shaft is better than him taking me into his mouth. He goes back to what he seemingly does best. I put up with it for a few minutes more—and have suddenly had enough. I thank him and go back to the straight side. Fuming. The same day of the week (and even one of the same people) as last week and it is a total bust this time, anything but the cum sloppy afternoon I had before. I should know better. And then that right person walks in. He is white and somewhere between 35 and 40. He is tall, and slim. His jeans are tight, showing off a glorious ass and rounded bulge in front. He goes right to his knees and sucks my cock expertly. His left hand is opening his jeans as he takes me into his practiced throat. Finally, he comes up for air. Grinning broadly. He stands up. A thick, curved cock swings back and forth. I suck him for a millisecond, before he turns and leans against the back of the bench in front of us. His ass is delectable, mostly smooth with a tangle of hair in the crack. “Eat my butt out…” I don’t wait for a second invitation. He’s tight. My tongue constantly needs to drill into him. “I wish you could fuck, but you’re too big.” I groan but don’t stop worming my way into his hole. The first Black guy comes back in. I don’t know if the sight of sex will help his erection issues—but I can hear a cock being sucked. I lube a finger and use it to help open his hole. He groans and encourages me. I alternate between finger and tongue. Eventually, we try my cock. It fits perfectly. “Oh, fuck, yes!” he chortles. And goes back to the ebony cock in mouth. I fuck. I love seeing him with two dicks in him. It makes my cock drip inside. I keep up a steady pace. “Breed me,” he grunts out. It won’t take much more time. After all the frustration, this is perfect. “Fuck him with that big dick of yours,” says the man in his mouth. He has hardened up, at least some, from the actual porn in front of him. A few more strokes—and I shoot. All the pent-up frustrations of earlier in the afternoon, disappear with each spurt… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: From One Extreme to the Other (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 23, 2023 -
One of my vague New Year’s resolutions, was to get more new men from my area to the playroom. It has not gone well. I have had a couple (and we have had fun), but I have had far more cancellations than men following through. This is not really a surprise but, when they do cancel, especially without any kind of word to me beforehand, it sends me to the bookstore more often. Which, of course, means I can strike out there more times, too. Here are three visits to two different establishments. Two misses and a hit. I might have chosen to not write up the first two at all, but I have always told you the truth, so here they are… Near Home—January, 2023 It’s Sunday afternoon, the last Sunday of the month and a man, gung-ho online, has not shown up. No word at all. I give him half an hour before I go off to the bookstore closest to me. The parking lot is almost empty—which surprises me—Sunday afternoon is often a good time here. I go in anyway, it only takes one man, after all. I sit alone in the straight theatre. I hear the scuffling of feet next door. I decide to go see who is there. It is a larger Black man—the guy who loves to fuck my face—choking me with his last half inch. He smiles. I suck. I choke. He may even have cum, but he is so deep in my throat I can’t tell. I have enjoyed him before. Today he’s just in a hurry. No sense of connection. He leaves. One other man comes in during my time there. He gives me toothy head until I ask him to stop. I go home... Jackson—February, 2023 It’s the first day of the new month. I had learned late the night before that a new playmate was down with the flu. He found time and enough energy to send me a text 18 hours before he was due here. You know, how we’re supposed to do cancel. I will see him another time I’m sure… I go off to the bookstore with the new set up. It’s mid-week, at noon. More cars are here, but not men who want to engage. One man blows me until I’m really wet and sits on my cock. I stop him as I feel something is odd. He is bleeding as he pulls off me. Not a little, but a lot. We clean up—and I head home. Near Home—February, 2023 I decide to try Sunday afternoon again at the bookstore closest to me. What a difference a week makes… A man I have known for years is sucking my cock. I am sitting against the back wall on the straight video side, in the cocksucker’s seat. The man, a good fifteen years younger than me, is on the floor squirming between my legs as he sucks, and occasionally jacks, my cock. Other men sit around and watch the video, casting an occasional glance back at us. My sucker comes up for air. “Man, I would like to get you off.” “I just got here, there’s no way—but it feels great.” “I have never seen you shoot…” “You always cum before I am even close,” I remind him in a low whisper. He nods and goes back to work, deliberately taking his left hand off his own cock. More people arrive. Three guys lean against the back wall and watch me being serviced, but no one pulls out their dick. A fourth guy, young and thin with a mass of curly hair that covers his face, is standing by the door. He swivels his head from watching the video to watching me. My cocksucker takes another break and sees the curly haired guy. “You should let him suck your dick. Shall I ask him?” I shrug. He gets up and goes over to talk to the young guy. From his body language, I can tell he knows him—at least from here. He points to me and the guy with the curls nods. He is led over and kneels, taking up dick duty as the original sucker sits next to me and jacks himself. “Suck him good,” the first guy hisses at the young man. And he is. He’s great. Much better than the fairly good head I was getting before. I sigh and spread my legs wider. The door opens. A younger Black guy comes in. I don’t think I’ve seen him before. His eyes light up when he sees sex happening. He comes over and leans on the back wall, pushing in so he is right next to me. His cock comes out. Hard. He is around my size, with an even bigger flared cockhead. He jerks, watching the guy with curls bop up and down on me. I turn towards the new arrival. He sticks his cock in my mouth. You can feel the ‘heat’ of the room go up a notch. Guys around us begin to grope themselves. A guy behind the kid in my mouth, goes down on his knees to suck someone on the back wall. Flared Head groans as my tongue finds his big piss slit. This makes my new cock sucker look up and I see his face for the first time. It’s the guy who used to make me go into the cubicles for sex—and I used to push his limits by making him suck me or get his ass eaten for all to see. His hair was so much shorter back then. Well, well… I go back to sucking—and so does he. The next time Limits comes up for air, I push him onto the cock I have been sucking. He takes the new cock willingly into his mouth as I scootch down in the chair to lick Flared Head’s balls. My cock drools as I take in the slightly acrid aroma of his nuts. Limits pulls off the cock and nudges me to take back over. He does me for a bit as I go back to sucking, then he comes back up so both our mouths are on the large cock. We do the one-on- each-side-of-the-cock-slide move, then the you-suck-cock-and-I’ll-lick-balls swap. Back and forth we go. Now it’s one of us on his cock and the other on his balls. Licking, sucking, swabbing tongues trading places… At this point, my original sucker gets off. He lets his cum fly all over the floor. We also decide to go over to the gay side (perhaps to avoid the jizz puddle). The moment the door closes, we do the same sort of cock sharing there in the back corner. Eventually we go find a chair. Flared Head sits and Limits gets on all fours to suck him. I pull Limits pants down and begin rimming his ass. He has a fair amount of dark hair in his crack and I begin matting it with my tongue. He squirms—it makes him suck harder on the dick in front of him. I have not eaten this ass since Covid, so I love getting reacquainted with it. I have the hole beginning to gape just a little after ten minutes of slurping and probing. “Suck his cock now,” commands Flared Head. He gets up and I sit in the chair. I wonder if Flared Head will take my place, but he stands against the wall, jerking, as he watches Limits start with tonguing my balls as I jerk my dick. Soon I am deep inside his mouth. I am willing to suck Flared Head again, but he shakes his head—he just wants to watch. He does eventually move away, standing behind Limits bare ass. He strokes harder as he really takes in how matted I left the hair. I can tell he wants to fuck… He kneels where I was, between Limits legs, so he can get a closer look at his wet hole. His hand touches Limits ass, making him squirm. Limits stops a probing finger from Flared Head. He’s oral only today. Damn. Flared Head stands up. He gestures for me to join him. We stand side by side. I work Flared Head’s nipples as Limits sucks first one, then the other of us—back and forth, in a good rhythm, so we are barely jerking ourselves for very long. “Cum on my dick for him.” I jerk, as Limits licks my balls. He goes back to the other dick. I concentrate on how hot the ebony flesh looks in his mouth. Bingo. I am close. I grunt. Limits instantly goes back to my balls and tongues them. “Suck his cock,” I bark. He does. “Fuck!” I shoot. It’s a big load after all the stimulation today (and bad sex the rest of the week.) My cum covers Flared Head’s cock shaft. I direct the final spurt onto Limits’ tongue, paused on Flared Head’s big flared head. FH grabs the back of our cock sucker’s head and pulls him onto the gooey mess. There is no resistance. I watch my load be swallowed. He cleans every drop of me off the big cock… The original post is here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/03/try-and-try-again-three-trips-to.html March 8, 2023
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Bookstore Friday: "Go Slow..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Jackson—November, 2022 Jake came to see me on a Thursday. When Friday dawned, I was horned. Really horned. I was aware I was erect even before I was aware that I was awake. I showered and did all those morning things. The erection may have ebbed, but not the feeling. I wanted sex; sex that was different than the kind of sex I had had the day before. It being Friday, it made me think it might be a good afternoon at the bookstore that had just changed its video lounge into more of a playspace. The moment that thought hit, my cock told me it was the right answer. I packed a lunch, dressed in clothes I didn’t care about and hit the road, nursing my second mug of tea… There are a few cars here at 11:30am. I am early on purpose. I want to stroke a little and watch the men arrive. I pay and go in. No one seems to be here. No, there is a man’s head appearing over the partitions that make the row of cubicles. He must be standing on the ottoman in the last booth. I can feel his eyes watching me as I sit down in the main area, the one showing straight and gay porn on the same wall. I open my fly. I hear him make some sort of noise in the back of his throat. When I turn, he has disappeared into the cubicle. I stroke. Suddenly he emerges from the curtained doorway. He is naked except for a pair of shower thongs. His erection is swaying from side to side as he strides toward me. He goes to his knees without a word and wrests my erection from my hand and swallows me down. I think I know him from here, but I can’t quite place him. I try to get lost in the moment. His oral technique is good—but just as I am beginning to relax, he knicks me with a tooth or squeezes my shaft in a death grip. So instead, I’m tense. “You need to fuck me,” he keeps repeating, when he comes up for air. Finally, he squeezes me once too often. “Get on your knees of the sofa,” I bark. “Why?” He’s not playacting here. He really doesn’t know what I want. “You said you wanted to be fucked.” That does it. He jumps up, knees on the cushion next to me. I get up and bend to rim. Now I know who it is…it is the man who anoints every inch of skin on his body with baby oil. I can smell it before my face connects. How could I not before? I forego ass eating. I lube up and slide in. The man grunts and moans. “Give me your load. Cum in me.” “Earn it,” I snap. Instead of inspiring him to work harder, he just takes a hit of poppers and let’s his asscunt go slack. And then I feel it. I know, as I pull out, what I’m going to find. He cleaned for a six incher, not for me, I stomp off to the bathroom while he keeps telling me it’s impossible that he’s dirty… * I watch porn. There are men milling about. Not many. A man my age with a shaved head finds me. He gives good oral. He was a witness to the earlier fuck—and assures me he is cleaned out properly. I fuck him. And he’s wrong. Strike two. Once I have cleaned up, I go eat my lunch. New men are walking around as I come back in from my car. I sit in the overstuffed chair in the gay room. Another man is here, on the far end of the couch. He is very blue collar—in his work clothes, seemingly direct from some sort of job with cars. I can smell the engine oil on him—a smell I find hot, not in the least off putting. I take out my cock. He smiles at me, rather tensely. But he unzips the slightly oil-stained blue pants. He takes out a thick piece of meat, coaxing it to full hardness. We stroke. My eyes on him. His eyes moving back and forth from the porn to my cock. Minutes pass. I stand up. “May I?” I indicate the seat next to him on the couch. He nods. I sit. And now we stroke side by side. Soon, my hand is on his cock, his on mine. We both stroke each other, a little awkwardly. Without asking, I go to the floor and take him in my mouth. This finally makes him harden up fully. He sighs, closes his eyes and his rough hands stroke the stubble on my head. I feel, rather than see, a man sit on the couch. I glance up. It is an older Black man. His gnarled hand reaches over and strokes the guy’s bush and chest. When I come up for air, the Black guy leans down and take him in his mouth. I move to the mechanic’s balls, taking them individually into my mouth. I pull off him. The older man lets me have another go at the drooling dick. But soon, we are sharing it again. He sucks some, I suck some. He sucks while I lick balls… My knees rebel. I stand up. The Mechanic leans forward and takes me in his mouth. This inspires the older man to really go to town on the Mechanic. I like what he’s doing to my dick, but it is an awkward position. “Hey,” the Mechanic taps the older man on his shoulder, indicating for him to stop. “What I really want is for you to fuck me,” he says, looking up at me. I think back to the two other men with not very well-prepared asses. I start to stumble through a speech about cleaning out. The Mechanic cuts me off. “I know how to do that—and did it. I just don’t know if I can take someone bigger than my shower nozzle.” The Mechanic stands up and drops his pants around his ankles. The underwear follows. He turns and braces himself on the arm of the sofa. The older man has unzip and is stroking his own cock now as I lube up. The ass in front of me is totally smooth on the cheeks—and incredibly hairy in the cleft. I want to rim him, but the Mechanic reaches back and pulls me by my cock towards his hole. “Go slow,” he implores. I work my head in. The Mechanic starts to pant. I disappear into him inch by inch. I am almost all the way in. “Oh, fuck, no!” The Mechanic pulls off me. “Sorry. No way.” I shake my head and go piss. I take one last look around and go home… This Friday might have been a bust—but if I’d gotten off then, I would have missed the hot man I met on Saturday. And that’s the next post! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Friday: "Go Slow..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 30, 2022 -
I just watched a porn clip that made me remember the worst lay I've ever had. It was a guy who didn't really know what he was doing but wanted to fuck me from behind. I could tell right away that he hadn't done it before because his thrusts were agonizingly short and slow. I could feel his dick inside me but it was barely moving at all. It was like watching someone run as fast as they could, but being able to pass them by walking at a leisurely pace. When I looked over my shoulder at him he looked stressed out over his performance. I offered to change positions so he could lay down and let me ride him, but this only frustrated him. Finally, he gave in and laid flat so I could lick his balls and asshole to get him hard again, then I rode his dick and he came in under a minute. I always try to be a good bottom. I want to make sure the man I'm sleeping with is taken care of, but I also like being taken care of too. I've had guys last less than 30 seconds before they cum and I still count them as better in bed than the guy who didn't know what he was doing. I'm just wondering if any other guys here have a story about "that time" when a partner was so bad that you still remember it.
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This was originally posted on my BB Buds blog by askmeimight (askmeimight@gmail.com) who said the following about himself: ----------Tuesday 1/6/09 daytime, part 1 so, what is it about people who can't read? especially a very simple m4m that appears at the end of craigslist personal postings in casual encounters. the same ad that garnered me the cute, and very tall, 20 y/o also got me this response: "I'm XXXXX on Yahoo IM. Let's chat" I responded that i don't do yahoo but have aim and then he gave me his phone number. seems a little forward but what they heck, i am trying to be a slut here so i tried calling him. busy signal for four tries over a few hours during work. i also googled his number and find that he has a painting business - YUM blue collar!! so, i get home and a little after five his phone finally rings. i tell him that i tried calling earlier but it was busy all afternoon and he says ya, i was online all afternoon (dialup?!?!?!? really!!) and he asks why i'm calling and i said about the ad and he's all like what ad and i'm like my personal ad and he's like i don't write guys about those things. OK, i have your email address with real name (matched phone number), YIM, and phone and you're going to play that? whatev - just own up that you didn't read it carefully. oh well. good things to come later on from this ad
