iBLASTinside Posted August 18, 2012 Report Posted August 18, 2012 To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... After my debacle of a day*, I needed ass. That simple. Ass on the brain. I’m on the constant hunt. I never should go with desperation. Thursday night, I’d been tempted just to jack off*— a personal policy I’d promised myself I’d avoid, opting instead to insert all my cum into bottoms. When Friday rolled around, a solid week had passed since my last breeding. That’s unusual for a guy used to breeding three to four holes on average every week. Again I searched and ended up with a last resort choice. It wasn’t until I pulled up at his driveway did I realize I’d fucked this guy like six months prior. I’d never came back by for his stalkerish behavior, beginning me to come back. Well, that’s what I recalled. I went inside as he waited naked. I popped open my jeans and let him suck me hard. He did a slightly better than average job with that and then backed his ass up and eased onto my cock. I fucked. He tried to move with my fucking but rather than being in opposition to my thrusts, he moved with my thrusts. That meant my cock just moved a few inches rather than the full six or even seven. He never clenched down and, with the snort of his poppers, each one would cause his hole to loosen its grip a little more. After a phone call from “his boss,” who interrupted our fucking for a couple of minutes because the “wifi at work went down,” I resumed the fucking, snorted my poppers and blew a load in his ass. Rather than an intensity and feeling of relief, it felt more like a sneeze. My cock came out and he licked it clean. He commented it seemed harder than ever. “Oh, it stays hard,” I said. And while that’s true, my cockhead isn’t usually flared after I shoot. I was unsatisfied. I’d shot a load because I needed to do so. Had this guy been anywhere close to good or hot, I’d stayed and fucked him again. Fuck, if his ass could have gripped my cock with some decency (and he had porn that wasn’t from 1988), I’d got off again. But instead, I zipped up and left. Now any e-mails from that address go right into my trash. In case you wondered, not all my encounters are great or even good. If you liked this post, you also might like one of these... Deceptively Fun #11: Spit Pig "You're neg, right?""Yea bud."What a time to ask. My hard cock is buried... Travel Diary: Aliens Live Here Okay, so I'm sure folks who live here are tired of hearing the stories of the aliens who live 'nea... Latino Ass at a Glory Hole... Stealthing His Ass Inserection on Cheshire Bridge in Atlanta can be a fun destination, but it all depends on the crowd.... Runner Help make Mark's birthday a little better while he's out of work with a donation. Learn more abo... More...
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