[Tiger Milner] Jock Fuck from BBRT

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One of the best things about having this blog and an internet presence, is that when I meet someone who knows me online, they already know what I am about, what I like, what I look like, how I sound, etc. It gives me a pleasant sense of confidence since I don’t have to deal with the anxiety of “what if he doesn’t like me”. I already know he does. That is great.

I, however, do not always have the same feeling of comfort with who I am meeting. Pictures can be fake, stats made up, and the guy who shows up for a hook-up or whatever may not be the guy you think you have been chatting with. I’d rather meet a total stranger in an anonymous situation than to meet someone who is not who they say they are. There is an element of danger to it all that I have to admit I find extremely stimulating. And I have been lucky, quite lucky. This weekend I was really lucky. The guy I met was even better in person and he fucked me for four hours. And he was the kind of guy who even though he was handsome, built and hung well, was also smart, ambitious, successful, and all these things are very masculine traits in my eyes and they all added up to him being the type of total top with the manly attitude that brings out the best in me.

I often write about my sexual adventures but I try not to reveal too much personal info about the man or men I play with, to protect their privacy. I need these men way too much to risk being turned down by a man because he thinks I will post about him in my writing, so I’ll just say we met on BBRT. No, I will not give you his screen name, so don’t ask. I get e-mail all the time asking how to contact the men in my videos and I absolutely will not give that information out, it’s just not cool. Not to mention, why would I want to give another bottom my tops. I’m very selfish and greedy in that way. What is mine is mine. Even it’s only mine once.

Because we met on BBRT, I already knew he would be into the same scenes as I am and he told me that he was. We chatted about meeting for about four months I think, maybe six. He doesn’t live in the same area so it would have to be coordinated at a time when I was in his area and he available. Which was Friday afternoon. We met at a parking lot of a nearby restaurant, a neutral and safe location where either of us could back out if we didn’t feel comfortable. Nothing is worse than having that scene at someone’s house. Anyway, he drove up and basically said “Follow me” and I smiled a really big grin at seeing how hot he was in person and said “OK”. We had been texting all afternoon til I got there at 4:45pm so I knew that when we got back to his place, he wanted me to strip naked as soon as I walked in. I loved how specific and clear he was in his direction, but not in a way that made me feel diminished at all. Getting his approving responses was encouraging and made me feel special. Like I said, he was smart. He knew that. It was part of how he gets what he wants. And he wants a lot. He was a high achiever and he knew it.

Part of his living the high life included partying with a capitol T. So we got a little buzz. Me naked, him not. Then he got naked too and I went for his cock, though I already knew he was calling the shots. He let me suck him for a short time then said “Up on the bed, on your knees, I want to taste that ass”. I spun myself around 180 degrees as he stood at the side of the bed. “Back up to me” he said as he squatted down to face my hole. I brought myself to the edge of the bed and he positioned my knees and feet where he wanted them and got his face in between them. I realized the position was basically as wide as I could go and ass at his most optimum height. He dove in with his tongue. It drove me wild. I wanted to push back into him but tried to stay exactly where he put me as he knew where it needed to be. He made me want to open up as wide as I could go. I wanted him inside me.

He tongued my hole like he was tasting it. Then he tongued it like he wanted inside it. Then he started working it with his fingers. Not blind poking, but working it like he wanted to open it up, to know it inside. He fingered me like he was exploring, trying to find his perfect pleasure point. Once he felt it was properly primed and he knew it inside and out, it was time to fuck it.

He entered me in one swift stroke, after re-positioning me for his exact angle of penetration. I felt the flare of the head pushing me open. He fucked me all the way in and all the way out. I made an effort to stay exactly where he had positioned me. I lost track of time once his cock was inside me. I think we fucked for about an hour til he decided it was time to hit the pipe. He kept his cock inside me as he loaded the stem and placed it in my mouth. He lit it and told me not to inhale until he said so. I could feel his cock throb when he moved certain ways. “Inhale deep, now” he said. I did. Then he took a hit, cock still inside me. We had another each before we resumed the fucking. All the while I felt his cock pulsing inside me. It was hot.

I was enjoying playing with him by clamping my ass as tight as I could and alternating loosening up like a wet gash in between. He was loving that. I was actually using breath control on myself to accomplish that. I find it easiest to clamp down when holding my breath. He loved that too. He adjusted my position as necessary when he adjusted his own. It was all about maximum cock thrust in perfect alignment with hole. There was no buffering his fuck. It was all out. He pounded me hard. He fucked with a purpose. And the purpose was not to get off in two minutes or less. I was warned that he liked to go for a long time and that most guys couldn’t take it. I kidded him back that he would quit before I did. I think he liked that I took it as a challenge. I enjoyed the masculine banter that made it a competition. He was certain I would ask him to stop at some point, I was certain I’d get his load before I gave in. We were a perfectly matched pair in that regard. It fueled the fucking. He was compelled to give me all he had, and I was compelled to show him that I could take it. I didn’t want to be one of those guys who just lays there and let him fuck a lifeless hole. I am an active bottom, even if that means only that I squeeze his dick with my asshole as he pounds away.

We took a couple of breaks, to catch our breaths and blow some clouds. I enjoyed laying back, my head on his firm chest, his arm around me watching some porn and chatting about nothing. He became quite comforting. It was nice. Not cuddly at all, just comforting, his muscular arm draped around my neck and hooked under my arm. I climbed down to the foot of the bed to reach the computer that was playing porn. The next thing I knew, he had several fingers in my ass again, just probing, feeling, and learning my hole. I stayed on all fours and just let him play, enjoying it myself. After a few minutes the pressure was building, as more fingers were inserted. I asked him “how many fingers do you have inside me?” “Four” was his response. I thought so. It felt like he was going to try to push his hand inside me. I had to tell him that I was not prepared for that. “No problem” he said. “Just stay like that.” I stayed on all fours as he mounted me from behind and again his cock was inside me. I pushed back, trying to open myself up as wide as I could to get as much of him inside me as possible. I milked his dick with my sphincter muscle. He said “I like that”. He pounded me deep and hard, my chest touching the bed so my ass was up and spread. He held me by the back of the neck, like he had conquered me. His fucking picked up in tempo. His feet were flat on the bed beside me, holding me by the shoulders as he squat fucked me, driving it in deeply with each lunge. “I’m going to cum inside you” he calmly announced. He kept driving it into me. He began to make obvious breathing noises as his climax built up. Finally, I could feel the first shots of his hot load shooting into my guts. He kept up the deep fucking, pounding out his entire production of sperm, one squirt at the time, breeding me like I was his own personal receptacle. I took it all. I squeezed the head of his cock with my ass muscles, draining him of all juices. He collapsed on top of me. Limp from the exertion, breathing deeply and covered in sweat, both of us. His cock slipped out of me as it returned to its normal state. He stayed on top of me. Almost as if to tell me that I was not to move until he was ready for me to move. Then he rolled off me. I rolled over on my back, content with the feeling of warm cum inside me. I joked, “I told you I could out last you!” He rolled onto his stomach. “Shut up, a massage would be nice right now - hint, hint…” I was happy to indulge him as it gave me the chance to put my hands all over his beautiful body. I really enjoy massaging a well- built man. Especially after taking his load. I worked his shoulders and neck first, then down his back. I massaged his glutes and down to his hamstrings and calves. Every muscle was well formed, not body builder obsessed, but retaining the definition of days playing college football. Now in his mid-thirties, he was exactly the kind of physical specimen that turns me on. His skin felt great, damp from sweat. We chatted as I loosened up his entire backside. Back to his full round butt cheeks, I spread his ass, and could not help but lick my tounge across his tight hole, just once. He tightened up and told me not to do that. I ask “Why?” He came back with “I just don’t like my ass messed with”. I smiled. “My kind of man.”

I had lost all track of time. The only sense of it came from how the room had changed as it was now totally dark out and no lights were on in the house. It had been daylight out when we first got there. It was now 10:30pm. We had fucked for over 4 and a half hours. And I never asked him to stop. And I never will.

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