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Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I just got my pipes thoroughly-- THOROUGHLY-- cleaned out by a handsome bearish dude that did the honors for me maybe four years ago, when I first moved to this neighborhood. Honestly all I remembered about him was that (1) he was heavier than his pictures made him look, and not as sexy, (2) he really really had serious manstink, which is not my favorite, and (3) he was really nice to talk to afterwards. His pictures made him look *really* sexy, and hip in that hipstery way guys were hip four years ago but kinda aren't so much any more, so this all kind of added up to disappointment, really. I honestly didn't remember if the head was very good, though I guess I had a vague feeling that it had been? His place was rather squalid, on the unfashionable side of the hood, and I remember thinking for the first fifteen minutes of nothing but the possibility of bedbugs. And it seems like maybe soon after that, he stopped being on Manhunt (where he had been as much a fixture as me, I guess) and I forgot about him, except occasionally when something new would happen with the endlessly under construction building next door, which he had told me his artist friends had lived in and were being kicked out of, and which he seemed annoyed about, and which I felt vaguely guilty for, being the type of yuppie asshole who was buying the buildings around here that resulted in artists getting kicked out of things. Suddenly the other day he reappeared on Manhunt and silently viewed my profile. He had new pictures on there, including some shirt-free body shots, which he had skillfully avoided years ago. He looked pretty nice, and I thought, well, maybe I should give him another whirl. His profile did express and awesome attitude towards sucking dick. And attitude is everything. And I haven't been able to get my dick in anyone since last week. He seemed happy that I hit him up again, and told me I could bring my unit by any time for service, and reminded me he didn't swallow but wouldn't make me pull out either, and so today I went by. I came back with nuts that felt about five pounds lighter, barely able to walk from having been intensely pleasured for the better part of an hour by someone so good at cocksucking I have a strong urge to write him a formal letter of recommendation. AH! He told me he had a new studio not far from his apartment, and that the door was on the street and wide open, to just walk in. I drove over to save time and maximize the cocksucking-- work has been brutal and I can only spare so much time away lately. I parked right nearby, and it was a beautiful bright cool breezy day, perfect for getting your balls drained. I found the door, went inside, and was surrounded by costumes, paintings, props, easels, mannequins, and all kinds of stuff like that in the gloomy interior. The entry was cramped with stuff but as I pushed my way in deeper the space opened up to a big loft with a 20 foot ceiling. No one was there. I called out "hey! Hello!" and he came out of the back, wearing just a pair of shorts. "That was quick!" he said, drying his hands on a towel. He looked a lot handsomer than I remember, honestly. But the body was still pretty bearish-- not really my type but it was ok for a cocksucker. He is extremely hairy, well on the way to monkey-hairy. But he's a good looking guy really. I asked to take a leak and he showed me to a bathroom with a shower and everything in the back. I think he had just taken a shower because the place reeeeeeked of his scent, which is just as I remembered it. I know this turns on a lot of guys but yowza. I did my business, cleaned a little, and went back out. "I don't have a bed here," he said, pointing to a chair off to the side of the big loft. Daylight streamed through the open door onto the opposite wall, behind the partial wall that blocked the inner loft from the cramped entry. I looked around, shrugged, and kicked off my sneakers and dropped my shorts. I lowered myself in the chair with my thighs parted invitingly, and leaned back to receive my service. He had a big thick piece of egg-crate foam that he put on the floor in front of me. And with no ceremony, he knelt on the foam, put his face between my legs, and sucked my limp dick into his mouth. And he sucked PERFECTLY. It felt good instantly, but he was taking his time, giving me the slightest stimulation that would get me hard without overstimulating me too soon. It was PERFECT. My dick ceased to even feel like a part of me and melted into his warmth. As it got harder all I felt was the warmth intensifying. At no point was I even sure how thick or long I was; I only felt more and more unified with his throat. The smallest motions of his tongue along the whole length of my meat were just coaxing pleasure out of my tool, and it was several minutes before he moved his head at all, pulling back to let my dick slide out of him along that silky tongue, and when he did, I looked down, and somehow, without feeling anything in my dick except intense warm pleasure, it had become fully erect, and was throbbing now that it was exposed to the cool air. This was awesome. The stench from his pits was absolutely overwhelming, but I tried to just get used to it. After a while, I couldn't smell it any more. The breeze blew through the place and he masterfully worked my dick over, and before long I felt completely incapable of really thinking at all. My vision became tunnel-like, focused just on my dick and his face. He would bury his face in my pubes and just inhale there, through his nose and then through his mouth, sucking cool air in all around my dick with it still inside him, somehow opening himself up so that he could both breathe and keep my meat stuffed into him as deep as it would go-- quite a feat. He put his arms up on my body and clasped his hands together, as if he were praying intensely, but he was praying to my balls, basically. I held his rough hairy forearms and just told him to keep sucking, keep sucking, keep sucking. And he did. When I got close I would make "easy easy easy" sounds and he would instantly adjust, making sure that I hung as close to the edge as possible without danger of slipping over. "I hope you're not in a hurry," I sighed, half-whining, at one point. "I really want to keep feeling this." He tongued the thrilled nerves in my dickhead a few more times, then picked his head up, and looked me in the eye, and said, "No hurry whatsoever." He put his hands on my chest and looked down at my glistening bone, admired it for a few seconds, and then took it back up again, and I went back to heaven. God knows what it sounded like from the street. I spent half the time with my head tipped back and my arms splayed at my sides, oblivious to anything except the pleasure in my genitals, so for all I know a gaggle of school kids had massed at the door, curious about what all the moaning and whimpering was about, and watched the show. But I just kept encouraging him to do what he was doing-- it was so beautiful. And then there was the distinctive sound, from the back of the loft, of a doorknob jiggling. It woke me up a bit, and him too; I looked down at his face and his eyes were turned to the side, examining the back door with something like alarm, but being an insanely good cocksucker, he never let up on what he was doing to my meat. He sucked away at me, vigilantly looking to see if we were going to be intruded upon. He'd told me in the beginning that everyone else who shared the space was away, and there was nothing to worry about. But he watched and sucked, and maybe the snap in attention made me suddenly more sensitive, because I was saying, "I am so close, easy, I am so fucking close, you could make me cum just like that, easy, just please let me feel it, please don't make me cum yet, please." I was reduced to a begging, whining ball of goo. He lightened up a little, and I just hung over the precipice of orgasm, head swimming in a cocktail of hormones and pulsing blood, but he was working me just a lit-tle too well, it was a lit-tle too good, and with every brush of his tongue against my dickhead's hotspot he nudged me that much closer to the edge, and I said, "You could make me cum JUST LIKE THAT," and he didn't change his pace at all. I could have sat there all day with his head in my lap, honestly. But he was going to make me cum, it's clearly what he wanted. So I let him. He did one final swipe of his tongue and I was lost. My dick swelled up hard, my dickhead felt like it was filling his whole mouth, ridge of my glans flaring angrily with the need to shoot, and then I was pulsing into him, a red-hot beeline from my nuts through my ducts out my dickhole and into his mouth. Every time I squirted he sucked, every time my dick strained to shoot he relaxed, when my dick relaxed he sucked, and I thought I was going to cum all my insides out into him. My head practically popped. I came and came and came. When I was done he slowly let me slide out of his mouth, and picked up a towel and spat my funk into it. I grabbed my dick and jacked it, wanting to keep the feeling of orgasm in me somehow. He moved close, to see if any more cum would well up in my dickhole, and some dick, and he pushed my hand away and sucked me down again, sucked too hard, my whole body jerked, the pleasure was unbearable, and I said so. Immediately he stopped sucking and just let my dick melt into his tongue again. Beautiful. He kept me there for a good while, trying to suck out little drops. Why he was willing to swallow these but not the bulk of my liquid pleasure, I don't know. But finally he let me go, and I had to laugh. "Now do you remember?" he said, full of preening confidence. I just shook my head and kept laughing, then got up and pulled on my shorts. We had another long conversation about how the neighborhood is changing, how a flood of money here is sort of ruining everything, pushing things out before new things have a chance to come in. Who knows what this place will look like in a few years. It was very pleasant just sitting and talking, now that I had shot out all my cum. He really had a very handsome face to look at. But finally I knew I had to get back to work. So I thanked him, and he told me he would be in that studio till early September, clearly inviting me back for more service. It was very gracious. But you know me. On to the next ass! More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Last night I had a three-way. It was supposed to be two two-ways with me getting bred, but my big dick top bud found out I was having a visitor over at 7 and he wanted to join in and tag team me. I’m always leery about setting up a three-way with two individual regulars. You never know if they will indeed tag team and breed you, or get busy with each other and leave you wanting. Last night’s three-way definitely did not turn out how I’d planned it. Both guys are named Dave so we’ll call them vers Dave and big Dave. Vers Dave arrived first and we got down to fucking immediately. Big Dave (cuz he has a big cock) walked in and then joined. I was being fed bid Dave’s big cock while getting nailed. Then vers Dave said he wanted to see me take that big fucker. So they switched up for awhile and I sucked vers Dave while getting my cunt wrecked. Big Dave was in a super pig mood and wanted me to dirty talk about how much of a cum slave I was and how I was a dirty fucking cum dumpster, etc. He even spit in my face (NOT my thing). They traded fucking me a few times, but then while vers Dave was fucking me, big Dave slid into vers Dave. I didn’t necessarily mind this, as it mad ever Dave very hard, but I also worried a bit too. The deal was thAt I was to be the cum dumpster. Big Dave fucked me again some, then the next trade off had big Dave fuck vers Dave who was fucking me. And that’s when it happened. "Oh shit, I’m cumming!" Says big Dave. While he’s buried in vers Dave. "You didn’t," I say, obviously a bit pissed. "Sorry man, I thought I could hold it." Big Dave was the one who pressed for this three-way and was texting me all day about how he wanted to make me his cumrag. He got himself all worked up and then lost his blob in the wrong bottom. Typical. Then vers Dave lost interest in fucking me. Or at the very least he couldn’t keep it hard and eventually he was pushing rope. Probably cuz he just got an all day edged up nut from an 8 inch top. He pulls his flaccid junk out and then sits back and starts jacking me off. I look to big Dave and ask if he’s got another nut— nope. Then I ask vers Dave if he’s gonna be able to breed me. "It might not happen," he says apologetically. So I’m laying there on my bed, and it is now painfully apparent that I’m getting no more dick and NO loads out of this three-way that I hosted. Oh no… Oh FUCK no. I find myself hard and horny, and angry. So I sat up, flipped around behind vers Dave and shoved him down onto all fours— hard. I spit in my hand and slicked up— and shoved in hilt-deep into him. And then I started to pound his ass. Vers Dave is totally getting off on this turn of events and saying things like “Fuck that cum chute! Feel his fuckload in me!” I have vers Dave’s hips gripped firmly in my hands and as I’m pounding, big Dave’s load is starting to run out of vers Dave’s hole. It’s making we, sloppy noises and I feel the hot slickness around my dick. I glanced over at big Dave and his eyes are as big as saucers while he’s watching us. He’s only ever seen me as a sub bottom faggot that he uses as a cum dump. "This is… Different," he says. "You look like a silverback gorilla raping his hole." I lasted about a minute more and then I did what my favorite tops do to me— right as I started to cum I parked about halfway in his hole and let go. Vers Dave knew I was close and said, “Dude, are you gonna mix your…. Oh fuck! FUCK! I feel your load throbbing out of your cock!! Fuuuuck!” And big Dave is watching greedily saying “Hell yeah! Add your DNA to mine— breed that cunt!” When I pulled out, a big blob of cum ran out of vers Dave’s hole and onto my sheets. We all then cleaned up and they left a few minutes apart. This was definitely not the outcome I was anticipating when setting up this three-way, but I discovered that I actually enjoyed topping. And breeding a cummy hole. And kind of forcefully fucking a bottom. In fact, my dick is hard as I think about it. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Robby Mendez has been a great bottom from the beginning of his career in bareback porn, but nobody quite figured out how to film him. His bottoming style is one of passivity; Robby doesn't move much (the sign of a good bottom) nor does he show much emotion...he doesn't exactly deadpan it, but he don't show much...that's his style and it works for him. He doesn't have much of an ass (he's a flaquito) and he's small in stature, so he has to be photographed/recorded in a certain way, and most ways had been lacking. But in his match-up with black megahung top Cutler X, Robby looks just right. In a sling, strapped in specially rigged to show off his lovely butt or on the floor, we get superb views of that cute little Latino butt taking every inch of the super hung black mamba snake of Cutler X. Give thanks to Rawstrokes for finally getting it right. CutlerX is one fine black man, nicely muscled, with a shaved head and facial hair, and gifted with some massive equipment that when needed, comes straight up and rockhard. Check out Rawstrokes for one of the hottest scenes in bareback porn...CutlerX vs. Robby Mendez...a scene that will be saved a million times. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here He was in town to compete. He was on Scruff. Many of the athletes were. That's ok - new town. New guys. One's they'd never see again, or want to, most likely. He was attentive to me. Lots of messages. The pics looked nice. 5'8", 190. Seemed heavy for someone that short, and he was, to a degree. Not sure how he did his routines, but this wasn't professional sports. Nor did I really care all that much. Cropped hair, and what he had was turning grey, though not completely there. This is what he looked liked soft. He asked me to stop by his hotel room and I knock at the appointed time. Several times. I finally gave up and want outside and texted him a few times to no avail. On a chance, I go up once more, knock a few times again - nothing. So I leave. I should just leave in the first place, no only out of some sort of self-respect, but as soon as you make up your mind and leave, the flake or pseudo-flake will get back with you. It's like they know you're leaving and try to reel you back in. I was about 7 blocks away when I turned around and went back because he messaged me saying he fell asleep. Ugh! I'm not sure if that excuse was lame, or me turning around and going back that was more pathetic. Yet, back I went. It was clear, I liked his dick more than him. He clearly had time to get high after he "work up" but before I got back there. Because, pot-breath is SO attractive on a guy. Not. Since I wasn't really wanting time to know him, my hands went to his nylon shorts and felt his hardening dick through them. I wasted little time getting those down too, as I went to my knees for a little foreplay. But sucking cock was not what this visit was about. It wasn't said in our text interactions, but the subtext was ass-fucking. Him to me. We started with me on the edge of the bed, facing away from him, my head and shoulders to the mattress. He pushed that rod against me and my hole opened accordingly. Soon - very soon - he was balls deep. I could feel every inch of black dick inside of me. He ended up having a good rhythm and eventually fucked me nice and hard - but in that good way. I'd say he went a good 20 minutes just pumping my hole before getting me on my back. He told me how the people on his gymnastics / cheering team were hoping he'd get laid, as he was getting cranky and pressing them too hard on things and that he needed to relax. He said he really needed this fuck. There was only about five minutes of time, on my back, when his respirations shallowed and his eyes glazed over and not just from the pot. With a groan, his eyes closed and he shot off deep into me. This guy was not one for pulling out either. He liked to "dangle", as he called it. Leaving his cock in there. I was ok with that in theory. While dangling, I could feel him soften, but remain in. He also was asking questions about what else sexually I liked or things that turned me on. While we just chatted about that, he no longer softened, but began to stiffen again. Before I knew it, I was on my side with him behind me and he pummeled my ass. In another 10 minutes, I was getting an additional load shot into my gut. I have not had a two-fer in a while and it felt good. He might have needed to unleash, but I needed what he gave just as much. He might not have been the ideal guy, but it was a necessary evil. He was hoping to see me again during the week he was here, but many others were in town and I rather explore my options, unless nothing else panned out. I slipped on my nylon shorts and t-shirt and was heading back down to the lobby in just a few minutes. Loads firmly intact. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here I've been spending too much time online checking out profiles and pix. One caught my eye: a good-looking young guy nearby who mentioned photography among his hobbies. I messaged him to see if he was interested in taking some profile pix for me – mine are crappy and need updating. He said he was on for it. He came round today. We chatted and then started with some head shots, moving around the apartment looking for the right combination of lighting, backdrop. I'm not a natural for modelling but he was good at getting to do this or that to get me to relax or get the eyes right or whatever. A few minutes into the session my phone beeped. Here I have to confess that I had mentioned to a guy on bbrt plans for a photo shoot and asked if he might want to come along later to 'help'. As background, the photographer himself had said in a message that I was welcome to wear anything or nothing so I figured he was pretty relaxed about what might happen. When I checked with him about me getting it on with another guy for some action pix he was cool. So, my phone beeps. Turns out the second guy had arrived well ahead of time. I let him in. What to do... he didn't have much time. We decided to reverse the order. Action shots first. It felt a bit awkward – we had barely got under way. But the photographer was relaxed about it. So the new guy and I went upstairs, stripped off and got down to it while the guy with the camera wandered around taking closeups. I guess there's gotta be a first time for everything... New guy decided he was ready to fuck me. He pushed in and pumped away. One way or another it wasn't quite working – he wasn't completely hard and I figured he wasn't going to give me a load. Eventually he sat on my face and jerked off so the camera guy got some cum shots. Not the greatest fuck but we got some pix out of it and I got to do my first porn shoot. Looking at the results later I figure I left it years too late: those pix won't be going anywhere. The good thing about doing it in that order, I realised later, was that it was a great way to get in the mood for being in front of a camera. When we went back to doing vanilla shots later after the guy left I felt a lot more relaxed with the photographer. We had a lot of laughs. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today is my fourteenth anniversary with my partner, whom I love very deeply, but he's not home yet, so I just ejaculated down the throat of the Super Tight 25 Year Old I hooked up with last month. I'm horrible. But he begged and begged for it. So I gave it. I had hit him up yesterday, actually, just being friendly because he had posted a bunch of new pix and I didn't recognize them. Rather that silently cruise the profile like a creeper, I just said hello and asked how he was, and we chatted a bit, then talk turned to how hard he made me cum last time, and how much he liked it too (I was a little surprised he wrote me back at all; he's certainly got a lot of dicks after him and I'm nothing to write home about), and how much he wanted more, but how much more his company makes him work now, and how he doesn't work from home ever. So I thought, well, that was fun, but I don't think I'll be seeing him again. I told him only sometimes do I have time right after work to have anyone over. Today just as I finished working I checked Growlr and he had just msged me a couple minutes before, asking if today might be one of those evenings. It was still fairly early, so I asked him where he was; he lives on the other side of the hood so if he was already home it would be easy. But I assume he wrote that and got right on the subway, because he didn't reply for about half an hour. And then it was pushing it. I told him it was risky, and plus it was our anniversary so "my partner walking in on me with my face in your ass might be bad form." He said it was a five minute bike ride, to find out when he was coming home. I said "Wow, you're really hot to trot!" and he said "I just really want your load", and I said "Make your way over now and I'll text you if things start to look risky." He was cool with that. He got here maybe five minutes before my partner was scheduled to leave work. I ushered him into my office, and made him bring the shoes he had just taken off, saying, "If he comes home early, you're stuck in here." He laughed and said, "For how long??" and I said, "Until he takes a shower or something." And I closed the door and he whipped off all his clothes, heedless of the uncovered floor-to-ceiling window in here, and I pulled off my shorts, and he knelt down completely naked, and kept stroking that mile-long wang of his while he kneaded my dick with his tongue, absolutely expertly. I just grew and grew and grew in his mouth until I was long and hard, and he was sucking me so eagerly he began seriously choking. "Are you OK?" I asked, and he kept laughing and coughing, holding my dick in one hand and wiping his mouth with the other between coughs, saying with that soundless voice, "Wrong pipe." And then he was ok and he sucked me more and I said "Just suck my dickhead, you don't have to deep throat me, just keep hittin it, keep hittin that spot, don't fuckin stop, suck my dick, suck my dick, make me cum man, keep suckin, keep hittin it keep hittin it keep hittin it you can make me cum," and he sucked like a complete fiend. I was close I was close I was close but couldn't get over that hump, would get riiiight up to it and he kept sucking me just right and it felt so good and I wanted to cum but I was standing up and it's hard to cum standing up. But I encouraged him and he liked it and he kept sucking me just right just right just right juuuuuust right… …and then it was all over. I was shooting and shooting and shooting. And then he popped all over himself while he was swallowing my acrid, manly nectar, just the way it should be, cumming just cuz he tasted me cum, and I unloaded into him for a good minute or so, felt like. And then I pulled out and we both laughed like crazy. "You have a SOCK to clean up with," I said, tossing the one I'd worn yesterday at him. "Pretend you're a teenager." He laughed but eyed it with some disdain, and rubbed it all over his tight little body and wiped up all the goo. We talked a little bit about work and stuff but just then my phone buzzed and I freaked. It was just my sister, but it was an odd time for her to call, so I thought I should answer it. I ushered him to the door, talking to my sister, then asked her to hold on a sec, gave him a little kiss and a pat on the ass, and out he went. My partner came home about 10 minutes later. Yipes. I am dirty and shameful. But I got drained! More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here Sunday night the church carpark is nearly full as I walk past. I'm doing my bit for human charity too. I'm in shorts and jockstrap. Cleaned out and lubed. I'm on my way to Fantasyland. bbrt guy has promised to put a load in me. bbrt#2 wants me to stick around afterwards so he can have sloppy seconds. And bbrt#3 is a black guy who wants to get into my hole too. bbrt guy makes eye contact when I enter. The other guy there looks at me too. I think he could be bbrt#2 but can't tell cos I haven't seen a face pic. I go into a booth with the first guy. He's got the look of an ageing surfie. Good tan, bleached hair. Tall, lean. When I get his pants off I find he has a big dick, half hard. I suck him for a while. It's a great piece of meat when he hardens up. But he's also got a great butt. Muscled and firm. It's when I turn him round and push my face into his arse that he really gets enthusiastic. I surface after rimming him for five minutes. My dick is hard. I slap my dick on his butt, gently nudge his hole. He stays bent over so I slide the head in. He winces, says he hasn't been fucked in a while. We swap places. He slides down into me and dicks me for a few minutes, varying the pace. Then we swap again. This time he's opened up a bit and his hole is begging to get fucked. We mix it up for a while. He's starting to kiss as well. But his dick is going a bit soft on him. I ask if he wants to wait while I go check out the other guy, maybe when I come back he gets sloppy seconds and a chance to put a load in me. The other guy is a bit chunky. Longer hair, green T. Maybe straight going by the wedding ring. Doesn't seem too sure what he's doing. I get him into a booth and unzip him. he's hard but not that big. But he's got great balls: they float around in a really loose scrotum, plus he's got a piercing of some sort in there, gets off on having his balls sucked. As I blow him he gets even harder. After a few minutes I turn round and offer him my hole. He slides in and pumps away for a minute then pulls out with a worried look on his face. I can't cum he says. What he means is he doesnt want to cum inside me. I squat and suck him again and within a few strokes he's blowing in my mouth. As we're leaving I ask if he was the other guy off bbrt. He looks puzzled, doesn't know what it is. That answers that question.I go back to guy #1. Second time round we're both feeling more relaxed. There's a lot more holding and stroking and kissing and joking this time. He's got a great body and skin. I give him a long slow fuck but he stops me from coming inside him, he still wants to dump a load in my hole. Eventually he jerks himself for a minute then shoves his dick into me just as he's coming, He holds it there as he unloads. We laugh, kiss and leave. The milk of human kindness is oozing out of me as I wander back past the church. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... So I'd just been walking around with all that unspent cum in my nuts since trying to unleash it on the two ineffectual bottoms Monday afternoon-- which means all the cum I've made since Friday, PLUS the extra cum churned up by eating out the beautiful, useless kid and then getting beautifully sucked by and ramming the supposed easy hole, was roiling inside my scrotum. I felt oddly untroubled by it-- I know sometimes being that full of juice makes me out of my mind with the need to shoot it out, but recent experiences have maybe made me a little mellower. I cruised a bunch but got nowhere, but didn't feel like OH MY GOD I MUST EJACULATE NOW. A black kid who was all over me yesterday on Scruff, who had a verrrry nice body but wasn't really my type in the face reappeared, and I figured, well, if he wants to suck me off and relieve me, I wouldn't push him out of bed. So I offered my dick to him. He seemed very enthusiastic, asking "You just want head?" as if he wanted more but seemed OK with my selfish needs, and said he would text me when he was ready to leave. Just then, my Old Reliable (who I can't believe I haven't fucked in two years) appeared on Adam4Adam, and viewed my profile without saying anything. I have very fond associations with that guy, even though he's not the hottest dude I ever plowed, and even thoughI've fucked him several times since moving to NYC, and even though we had an awkward conversation sometime last year where he showed me a link to some weird anal device online that he wanted to try, and which I couldn't even figure out the purpose of, my heart leapt seeing him there, so I said hello. He asked if I was around and I told him I was waiting for someone but I'd let him know if it fell through, and he reminded me of his number. And I waited and waited for the black kid to text me, but he never did. So I gave up on him and texted Old Reliable. He was perfectly willing to drive over here instantly. I *knew* he could get me off properly; if I took it slowly enough I could fuck it into his sweet velvety guts. So I gave him the address…. and then all hell broke loose at work. The short version is that a bunch of work I've primarily done for my company is being audited by an outside authority, and today we found out a big section of it is Not Good. I freaked a bit, and talked to a frantic colleague, and tried to get in touch with the auditor to find out the extent of what he was talking about. He wasn't answering, and I checked through some things and realized the kind of thing I had missed in the evaluation, and began to feel very stressed. We actually have more time, so it's not a huge disaster-- we tried to get evaluated earlier than we needed to. But this was very stressful. I calmed down my colleague, thought about what I should do to remedy this, and then the doorman buzzed. And just as I was letting in my bottom, the phone rang-- it was the auditor calling back. Ay ay ay! My reliable bottom was unfazed at the hellzapoppins and just sat on the couch and told me to take care of what I had to. I worked things out a bit with the auditor, then told my colleague I was taking a break for a bit, and then turned back to my bottom. He was looking pretty good, I must say. He clearly works out and has slooooowly built his body up from just eh completely average to the very fringes of hunky. (My body changes just as slowly when I work out; even when I was going to the gym four or five times a week religiously, I never got very attractive. Better, definitely, but not like some guys.) His black hair was very closely buzzed to his skull. He had on cute sneakers. I really wanted to put my dick in him. But I was so, so, SO stressed. He didn't want any water or anything so I led him back to the bedroom and we made out a bit. He was wearing whatever scent he's always wearing-- I don't know if it's soap or cologne or what, but I love it. We put our hands on each other and kissed very slowly, and I was definitely feeling nice, but I knew I had been too stressed by the previous half hour to sproing a boner instantly. I took down my shorts and asked him to suck me, and it felt good, but my poor shellshocked dick was not responding. One nice thing about getting with regulars is they know what it's like once your motor starts. They know that little noodle is going to grow into a battering ram, they know how I'm gonna taste, they know how I'm gonna fuck them, and they want to get me there. So I didn't panic or anything. I just wanted to somehow calm down and freakin enjoy finally unloading all this semen. I took my dick back, and we pulled off his clothes too, leaving on his small black briefs, and I felt his small dick harden through the fabric as I ran my hands over him-- I forgot, he's actually really quite small, though he has awesome testicles. He reached down for my junk and fondled my balls-- not my dick, just my balls, which are seriously oversized now, such as they get anyway; when I don't cum for a long time they do noticeably swell and that kind of turns me on. He just fondled them gently, only occasionally grazing my dickhead with the side of his hand, while I kissed his ridiculously delicious, addictive lips. Just that little gesture was the thing I needed to make whatever spring was wound up tight in my sex slowly unwind. My dick jumped at being so close to but left out of the fun. Deciding to continue the indirect method, I turned his body around, led him to the bed, bent him over it, and pulled off the little briefs. And I buried my face in his very sweet ass-- it's looking a lot nicer too, maybe he's doing squats-- and let my face wander hither and yon in his hindquarters. He moaned and sighed and even chuckled a little at one point, shaking his head, saying, "God that feels so gooooood" and I just kept up my lapping and licking, sucking down his big rough hairy nuts into my mouth one at a time, very lightly tonguing him, thinking about how amazing the pleasure of having another man's gonads in your mouth can be, something that simple. And all this made my dick hard as a rock. When I offered it to him-- not rushing through the ass-eating, however; I totally gave him his fill, only occasionally getting up to tease him with the head of my now fully erect dick, letting the velvety fleshy dickhead slide up and down in the now spit-slick crack of his rear, and then going back for more to eat-- when he saw it at full mast, he turned on his side, greedily sucked it down and nursed it like he was starving for tubesteak. I love how he looks with my dick in his mouth: his dark stubble, his striking brows, his olive skin against my pale dick. And somehow, despite being full of pints and pints of excess sperm, I held it all together. Eventually I slid my bone in his hole, and that sensation instantly reminded me of why he's always been one of my favorite bottoms. I went it with no resistance, only warm, velvety friction, his insides perfectly slippery with just a little bit of spit on my part. He enveloped me so beautifully I wanted to stuff in my nuts, too, wished I could put everything in there, wished I had ten dicks to fuck him with simultaneously. He stared at me with his soulful, miles-deep golden brown eyes while I drilled in and out of him. He smiled briefly when I said "I don't wanna cum too fast, I gotta fuck you slow, oh my god I love fucking you," and then his face returned to a determined bottom's face, intent on my every movement, not wanting to miss even a small gesture or turn that might be involved in getting his ass fucked. My body felt taut, a thick knot of fuck muscle on top of him, moving back and forth to give him every inch of my erection like a skilled athlete. I don't know how, but I fucked him for about twenty minutes like this, face to face, never taking it out, often pushing in deep as I could and then finding a few centimeters more to give him, making my dick reach into the deepest part of him, staring into his eyes all the while, mounted on top of him and not giving up till I had as much pleasure as I could take. At one point when I lowered my body on his, I was very very close, I told him so, and he flexed inside, milking me a bit, and I had to cry out, "Easy easy easy, I'm verrrrry close," and he didn't ease up, and suddenly a frustrated rivulet of my semen escaped from my balls, oozed viscously through all my tubes and ducts, and ran out my dickhole and into his depths. Not a full spurt, but enough volume to take some of the pressure off, and also to seriously slick him up inside. "Ah, I think I just came in you a little," I said quietly, with my face against his neck. "But I can keep going." And when he felt my dick sliding wetly in my own spunk inside him, he wrapped his hairy legs around me tight, and pulled me close to him, electric with pleasure at having some of my cum inside him but still getting more hard dick fucking into him. Now, not so hot to cum, I could fuck him with more generous thrusts, holding his feet wide and watching my very wet dick appear and disappear from inside his body, listening to the sounds of very juicy fucking. Again, hypnotically, staring deep into each other, bodies deeply melded, we shared that intense pleasure, that intense give and take, those primal roles. When it was all too much, I just let myself go, and fucked him hard, pushing into him deep as I could, and let everything out. All the cum that two other men couldn't coax out of me, I was suddenly holding in for those long minutes with him, and then it was time to inseminate him. He loves my cum, loves taking it, always tells me so, just saying "your load" to me excites him, I can tell. "Lucky guy who gets your load!" he had said when I told him I was going to get sucked off by someone else. And now here he was on his back taking every drop. When I was done pulsing, I pushed in deep, and he flexed inside again, milking me, creating pressure just around the ridge of my dickhead and that beautiful hotspot on the front of my shaft, saying, I love your dick, I love what you do to me, thank you. I kept kissing him while he did this, holding his body tight, radiating my post-coital heat into his skin, feeling my heartbeat slow. And I slowly pulled my soaked dick out of him, and slid up beside him, laying it on his thigh. He took up his dick and beat off, wanting to cum too, now that he was full of my emission. I forget what I did to him that suddenly made him pop: was it when I tugged on his nipple, sucked his earlobe between my lips, or slid my fingertip up under his hairy balls and touched that patch of skin where there is no hair, that very sensitive part? Whatever it was, it made him instantly ejaculate, and the heat of the excitement of knowing I helped him cum like that instantly burned out the memory of whatever had just happened. We kissed some more, and I stroked his meaty thighs, and said, "Let me get you something to clean up with." I wish I could have lay there with him, but he had cum a bit gob and it was trembling precariously right in the middle of his belly, ready to spill to either side once it went from hot and viscous to cold and runny. It was ghetto, but all I could offer him was a dirty t-shirt. "Are you *sure*??" he asked. He's a Virgo, after all. But he cleaned up and I got in bed beside him and we talked fairly energetically about, what else, real estate. I believe he's a realtor himself, and I'm very interested in the changes going on here in my neighborhood and across Brooklyn in general. For the first time he really seemed to let his guard down and we had a really animated conversation. Then he went to rinse off and get dressed. But I kept sliding up behind him, wrapping my arms around him, pulling him to me, telling me how much I needed that, how much I love fucking him, and he laughed and seemed very flattered. I can't believe how clear I feel after this orgasm. Everything seems bright and clean. I feel like I can work out the issue at work and everything will be OK. I have a stable of reliable sex partners who always make me feel this way, or almost always do. But I am so greedy. I always want the untried, the new, the guy who looks completely different from the last guy, the hipster, now the finance guy, the black dude, now the blond, the short compact guy, now the long lanky one, the one with the big dick, the one with the big ass. I could give up the chase and go for the reliable ones over and over. But I just can't bring myself. I don't know why I'm like this. But right now, I'm glad I let an old friend in to help me lighten my burden… and take it home inside himself! More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... I wonder if the guy with the fake pix has been using my watch to do some voodoo on me, for making him suck my dick without fucking him? Between Friday's mechanical semen-extraction exercise and yesterday, I'm beginning to feel a little cursed! What happened? Well, I hooked up with two different guys yesterday afternoon-- one a young kid with a beautiful little body and awesome ass, and another who was basically an available hole a few blocks away that I intended to just get off in-- and I didn't get to cum either time! Both complete busts; a new one for me. Maybe I need to put my dick away for a while and wait for Mercury to go out of retrograde or Mars to stop squaring Saturn or whatever the fuck is going on that keeps me from enjoying its pleasures properly lately! But all this means is that there is more red-hot cum boiling in my nuts than ever, and whoever gets it next is going to get a real gift of pressure and volume. I'll just have to choose carefully the recipient of this slimy, liquid boon, more carefully than the last few guys. Read on to see how I managed to get my dick in two very different guys within a few hours of each other, but still keep all the sperm in my nuts.The kid had been hitting me up repeatedly for several days on Scruff. His picture showed a tight, hairy, mixed-race body with one of those extremely narrow waists I really get off on. He liked my face pic and showed me his cute face-- hair shaved on the sides and piled up high on his head-- and heartbreakingly beautiful round ass. I told him I could eat that out for hours, and showed him a couple of clothed body pix of me, one just underwear and bare legs from a cocksucker's perspective, so as not to scare him away; he seemed like a good boy, somehow. And he said, "That is definitely in the cards," and showed me more revealing pix, and we did a striptease kinda thing, that ended up with me showing him a couple of spectacular cumshots I have. He seemed really hot to trot at that point. Early yesterday morning he told me he was off all day, so I told him I'd have him over when I had the place to myself. That ended up being around 5, and he came right over. He looked much, much more innocent in the face than his picture online, much more boyish. And he was extremely, extremely guarded; friendly, but definitely not in sexy mode. He immediately became apologetic, saying he'd just been to the gym and was tired, and had a weird stomach thing, but started taking off his bag, headphones, etcetc. So this was weird mixed signals, and I fully expected him to bail. I asked if everything was cool, if he needed some water, and he looked at me and smiled very big and said everything was fine but he needed to go to the bathroom. So I showed him down the hall and drank some water myself. He took a long time in there. When he came out I was in the living room and he called out from the hall, "Hellooooo" and I went to the hall. He was very skittish and weird. He came back into the living room, smiled big at me, slapped his hands on my chest, grabbed my arms, and said, "Well look at you!" Ay, chihuahua. And then he started talking about how much he loves my neighborhood. I asked again if he was cool with everything, and he said yes, looking out the windows, then turned to me quickly, with wide eyes, and asked, "Is everything cool for you??" I circled his waist with my arm and pulled him to me and kissed him, and said, "Definitely." We made out a little, and he had very nice lips, and I thought ok, he's just sort of shy maybe. Taking control a bit, I grabbed his ass and led him down the hall to the bedroom. He skitted into the bedroom and kicked off his shoes and then sat on the far side of the bed, with his arms stiffly at his sides, and smiled really big at me again. I circled around after him, kissed him some more, and he said, "I don't do this too often, so…" I smiled a bit and touched his body slowly, kissing him deeply, hoping to calm him down. No heat was being generated, either in him or in me. I slid into bed beside him and stroked his body all up and down through his clothes. He occasionally grabbed at me ungracefully. Finally I pulled his shirt off. His body didn't look quite as nice as in the pictures but it was tight and very toned. "Nice," I commented. "Usually I trim it," he said, far too perkily, and I put my palm on the hairy belly, and said, "I like it." And we made out some more, and the kissing was nice, but again, zero heat. Finally he pulled off his shorts, saying very apologetically, "I don't have any underwear on." "Shocking!" I said, and he said, "Well, I was at the gym!" Ay chihuahua. We made out some more, no heat. I asked, But he looked awesome naked, and I flipped him over completely, and moved into position to eat him out, as promised. And he seemed to enjoy it very much. I know *I* did. Big hairy round ass, low-hanging fat nuts, taut hamstrings, beautiful. "I just came from the gym!" he warned me. "But I'm clean!" OK. It looked and smelled just fine and I ate it. He made appreciative noises that sounded genuine, but when I reached for his dick, it was lengthened and thick, but not hard. I traded off sucking his nuts, tonguing his hole, and sucking his dick, feeling it lengthen and harden a bit more; it was a very very nice dick, and he gasped and sighed, but he was not getting fully hard. I was, however; it was a fantastic ass and a fantastic dick. So I got on the bed and put my dick in his face. He looked happy, but grabbed it like it was a Mister Microphone and sucked only the very end. Finally warming up to it, he pulled his hand away and took it a bit deeper, but it was pretty feeble head. I pushed him on his back and lowered my body on his, and he held my back and wrapped his legs around me and his body felt amazing under mine; I almost thought I would cum, manhandling his thighs and knees and ass. "Do you have a condom?" he asked me from underneath my bulk, again with that perky tone of voice that would be more at home during a team building exercise than hot hot sex. "I do," I said, kissing him all over. But it all went downhill quickly. I asked him to suck me some more and he just was completely inept at that; I was losing my erection, it was so bad. When I asked to eat his ass some more, he turned over, and I moved down to get into position… …and he farted. This honestly has never happened to me. He began laughing hysterically, curling into himself, skitting away into the pillows, and said, "I'm sorry, like I said my stomach is all messed up today." I snorted myself, saying, "Is that your way of keeping me from eating your ass any more?" and he apologized again. I was pretty much finished at this point; I guess I am not all that patient with inexperienced guys any more; I think I used to be. "Do you want to just beat off?" he asked, beginning to do just that. I really didn't want to; I certainly wasn't going to waste my cum on him. "Do you have any lube?" he asked, and I got the bottle, and he stroked with it. "I want to see you cum!" he said. Maybe he's just one of those dudes who only wants to look at his partner and beat off, in the end. To humor him, I slicked up and stroked myself, willing myself not to get off. Maybe I could plant my seed in someone else after he was finished. His dick was still not very hard. But it looked mighty fine rising from that tight, tight pubis. So I bent over and sucked it down. Long luxuriant strokes up and down his shaft, pressing my tongue along its whole length, sucking at the end, running my tongue around his dickhead, feeling him genuinely harden for the first time in my mouth. I only stopped to announce, "That is a very nice dick." He moaned and let me suck him some, and then wanted to beat some more. "I want to see you cum too!" he said, so I dutifully stroked myself as well, but I certainly wasn't going to get very hard with just beating off. "I don't think I'm going to be able to," I said, "but go on ahead with yourself." And I sucked him a bit more, and he was fully hard, and he beat himself furiously when I quit, but finally said, "I don't think I can cum either." Great, let's be done, I thought. "Can I rinse off?" he asked, and I said sure. He proceeded to take maybe a ten minute shower. Just from getting sucked and laying there and beating off! Is he a germophobe? WTF. I waited and waited for him to finish up. Then he ran around the apartment looking for this and that, maybe something for his skin from the bag in the living room. He giggled as he ran past me, naked, near the floor-to-ceiling windows. I felt like I just had sex with a twelve year old, to be honest. He very sunnily thanked me and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek and then he was out of there. At this point I just wanted to fuck my cum into someone, almost anyone, and do it properly and enjoy it. So I went back on line. I fairly quickly found someone on BBRT a few blocks away. He had hit me up sometime in the past, and I liked his face a lot-- he had devilish dark eyebrows and my favorite kind of hairline-- but his body looked a little doughy in the pix. His ass was nice and meaty but his body was not quite my type really. But it would definitely do today. I asked him if he would suck my dick and he said yes, as long as I turned around and bred him. I said I could definitely deliver but wanted some good head to get me rock-hard first. He said for sure, and ten minutes later, I was at his door. He led me to a chair. A giant screen tv was playing porn porn porn. I really find porn tiresome during sex; it's never a very good sign to me when someone has it playing. But I was just here to ejaculate inside a warm body, so I sat back on the cocksucking chair, and watched the round buttocks and bouncing balls and pistoning shafts while he expertly got my dick long and hard. It was in fact awesome head. He was trying too hard at first, going to fast, but seemed cool with my directions to slow down and just enjoy it, and my promises that once I was hard I would fuck him. So he did just that, and seemed very into it, and I was relieved to have someone who knew what he was doing working over my dick. I tried to kiss him a few times but he was not having it. Also never a very good side. But whatever. He was better than the last guy. Just as I was getting really into it, he pulled off his shorts, said, "Fuck me!" He bent over the bed and showed me a truly pitiful, shriveled little ass. It was definitely not the big juicy bouncy one in the pictures. I think my dick actually retracted a bit. Ay chihuahua. "C-can I eat you out first?" I gulped, thinking, I dunno if I can eat that, but I gotta get fully hard again. And he said, "No, I don't like that." Eesh. "OK, let me suck your dick, then," I said. He had a nice dickhead. He seemed amenable to this. He got pretty hard in my mouth and his shaved balls felt very nice in my mouth. My dick got fully hard again. All right! I flipped him over, and greased up, and pushed my dick into him, and he moaned and moaned and cried out, and I fucked the living shit out of him, hard. Not my usually MO at all, but I just wanted to fuck my cum into him and be done. I was pounding him mercilessly; it was more like a kind of beating than a fuck. The long deep raw fuck on screen with the big muscular studs looked infinitely more appealing than this assault, but whatever. Problem, though: His ass was dry as sandpaper. Even lubed up, it was like stabbing my dick into a packet of silica gel. The friction was actually making my dick get an indian burn. I pulled out to lube up some more, and… …he popped all over the bed. FUCK! He was definitely done. "Sorry man, it just happened," he said, genuinely apologetically. "Damn, I really wanted you to cum in me." "I'm having a day," I said, holding my slippery dick in my hand. "Can I wash up?" He told me to just go to the kitchen sink. And I washed my poor, mistreated, unloved dick tenderly, and put on my shorts, and got dressed. "It's ok," he was saying during my ablutions. "And you just live up the street, so…" But I won't be revisiting that ass again any time soon. I decided to just walk around the neighborhood for an hour or two. It was a beautiful evening. I considered taking a purposeful week off from fucking to maybe purify myself a bit. Am I trying too hard? Or is it really voodoo? Who knows. When I got home my partner was there and we just cuddled in front of the tv all evening, eating cookies. I thought, this is much better than sex. Thank God I have this. This morning, the Beautiful German told me his boyfriend is going away for a week and he's basically dying for my dick. I was unmoved. But maybe he is what I need right now, even though he's not new meat. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here I had a repeat encounter, plus one. The repeat guy was in town for the Gay Games. I knew he was coming, but I knew he'd be busy doing things associated with the Games (though he's not actually working for them). The repeat guy is rough. If you read here, you'll see how he manhandled me last time. He tried pimping me out from afar, but it never worked. It almost never does. If ever. But between both our work times, family conflicts, our separate times at the Games, and his limited time in town, the plan of getting together was narrowed down to a one hour timeframe. 60 minutes. That was it. Honestly, that was enough for me. I knew what that hour would bring - spit on my face (check), punches to the chest and abs (check and check), pulling my balls hard (check), slapping my ass (check), force feeding me his cock until I choked and gagged (check!). I don't mind any of that at all, but prolonged exposure can make a man sore. I knocked on room 1202 and was let in quickly. Him in a wife-beater and black briefs, he immediately pulled to me to my knees and told me to strip. Off came my clothing. I was smacked across the face promptly. He was re-establishing his dominance and it was the right thing to do. While we had not had an encounter in 10 months he asserted his alpha-behavior. He followed that with a number of chest and gut punches and yes, even some rough nipple play. While you know I like my nips played with, doing anything severe to them doesn't excite me - it just make my nipples bigger, which honestly, I don't care for. I don't like the look or feel, but it's kind of the price one gets for having your tits manipulated. During this, he mentioned something about not playing at all since he was in town because he doesn't like to mix work-life with sex-life but since I was a known entity and not really part of the Games, he felt it was ok. Stripping off his briefs, he shoved me down on his cock. It wasn't hard when we started, but it didn't take much to get him fully erect. And soon, I was gasping for air as he repeatedly rammed it down my throat, making my eyes water a bit, and spit come out the sides of my mouth. I am a skilled oralist, but his style made me feel not just out of control, but lesser of a talent than I am with my mouth. He wasn't looking for skill. He wanted me to gag. He wanted me to cough up spit - he got his wish. He turned around and presented me his ass. It was an ass as smooth as a child....I'm assuming. The hole was clean. Almost too clean. This guy presents as a nice, clean individual, but it's always the affable looking guys who are the nastiest, aren't they? I was skilled here, not that he'd ever tell me. During - he never makes a peep...or barely. Why won't guys be vocal? I ate for a good 10 minutes and he turned around. I didn't mean harm in starting to protest 'no', as I wanted to continue. That almost protest cost me. I got a slap upside the head and then a foot down on the face. He pinned my face under his foot and grabbed his camera. He claims to only have joked about taking a pic, but there is a good chance he has that image on his phone. He picked me up and threw me against the wall. One hand at the back of my neck, his body pressing into me. I knew he wouldn't fuck me. I would have gladly taken it, but that is not his style. He really likes to "know" someone before he penetrates them. Two times in 10 months is not knowing me. But while there, he told me never to talk back to him. And then he let me eat his hole again. So, I kind of won. He had me crawl on all fours over to a chair. While there and sucking his cock, he assembled his electronics on my back and got them ready for packing, as he was to check out as soon as we were done. ....and then there was a knock at the door. He got up to check the door. I kind of hid next to the bed, assuming since he had not hooked up on this trip that it was a work colleague. And no, I wasn't really thinking, as he went and opened the door with no pants on and a 7" erection leading the way. He led guy #2 into the room. Handsome, hairy as fuck, he quickly shed his clothes and I went back to sucking the first guy's cock. Soon I was pushed on to the new guy's dick. Another 7", but fat. Beautifully straight shaft, I went down on him and this guy did let me use my skill. And he was fucking vocal about it too. I may have fell in love a little bit right there. I worked on him for 2-3 minutes when he pushed me off. I think I got him too close. I was taken back to #1, who was slapping me in the face as I sucked. I don't know if this turned on or weirded-out guy #2, but I had to figure they had a conversation about me and the new guy knew I was going to be there and for what. As it turns out, he was a player for a water polo team that was playing in the games. When I went back to him, sucking expertly, my original guy went behind me and started smacking my ass hard. I can't say for sure what got guy #2 off, but he held my head and pumped a load into my mouth. Thick, but not a lot of cum. I didn't care that much. I showed him the load, then took his hand to my throat and made him grip it. I swallowed...he felt me swallow. Then I showed him my empty mouth. I was told to nurse it and I did for almost as long as the blowjob itself, as I got smacked around. Finally the water polo guy pulled back and dressed thanking guy #1, but not me. Guy 1 said, "he's here to welcome all athletes this week. contact him and he'll do anything you want - won't you fag?". I looked at the new guy and said 'anything you want'. He nodded and left. My original visitor pulled me back to the bed. My ass was still on the floor and my head tilted back onto the bed. He straddled my torso and held my throat tight. I know he could have really choked me like that with little recourse from me, but I trusted him enough. Instead he let go and went through my pockets and took my phone. Came back...and inserted his cock into my throat. It only took a few more minutes, but then he finally made a little noise as his cock erupted into my mouth. This sperm was thick and plentiful. At the angle he had me, the spooge hit the roof of my mouth and congregated right behind the head of his dick....trapped almost. No worries, I swallowed all of it. I tried to milk more out, but unlike most guys who has a drop or two left when you squeeze the shaft, this man was dry. I had gotten it all on the first take. I dressed, he packed. He showed me to the door. One good palm across the cheek for good measure and I was out the door. ....but here is hoping that water polo guy (and his whole team) contact me. More...

Click here to see original blog post on Diary of a Cumslut... As I was bent over a tree letting the sixth anonymous stranger unload his balls up my sloppy asshole, I realized my ass is much better than a pussy and here's why: My ass is always wet and ready: I always pre-lube my ass with either lube, or by injecting my own cum up my butt. When I'm out cruising for cocks, my hole is always wet and ready to accept any cock. This is not always true with a pussy. No condoms required: I'm not worried about getting pregnant, nor am I stuck up. I'll never require a condom, allowing the men inside me maximum pleasure and maximum connivence. No pulling out required: As your body is shaking and you're about to cum, I'll never tell you to pull out. I want you to hold me tight and fuck your load deep inside me. You never have to pull out. Fuck my ass anywhere: My ass is free to be fucked wherever a man wants. I don't require a comfortable bed or couch, you can fuck my ass whenever and wherever you want. Bathrooms, gloryholes, parks, porn theaters, dark rooms, etc. are all fair game. Looks are unimportant: Most men who fuck me I never see anyway. I don't care what you look like or how old you are, everyone has the same access to my hole. I won't tell you "no" because you're fat or ugly, in fact, I'll probably want your cock and load even more. Share me with your friends: All your friends can fuck me. No reason to keep this amazing ass all to yourself, share me with all your friends, or just share me with strangers. I never have a headache: I'll never say no and my ass is always here for the taking. If you have a hard cock and want to fuck, this ass is available. There you have it, the 7 reasons why my ass it better than a pussy. Now come breed me. More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... ...as i push him forward and bent him over at the hips and got my hands on his cheeks and pulled them apart and ran my flattened tongue up the length of his smooth asscrack and then poked around into his smooth puckered rosebud until it relented and opened up for probing tongue. More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Today I disposed of a nice fat wad of surplus semen in the ass of an obliging, hairy European dude of unknown extraction. And it felt good-- when that beautiful tingling jolted from the base of my spine, through my balls, up the shaft of my dick, and into the thick, sensitive flesh of my dickhead, signaling to the rest of my body that it was time to shoot it out, I pushed into him deep, deep as it would go, and held it there, saying, "Feel that? Feel it squirting out?" and he looked up at me from his position pinned there on his back, accepting everything I had to give. That perfect spot of my dickhead was pressed firmly against some wall of his insides and slid around in my cum slightly as each pulse made my dick extend and retract slightly, and I counted one, two, three, four spurts, and then I began thrusting into him again, fucking hard to get the most sensation out of spurts five, six, and seven, and then I felt that spark rising from my spine into my dick again, and I thought I might start cumming again even though my first orgasm had barely subsided, so I fucked harder and harder, and there was a little push over an edge yet further along the scale of climax, and I lowered my body to his and whispered huskily into his ear, "Milk it out of me," and he obliged me with some constrictions inside his body, making me shudder and finish completely with a sigh. It was actually a very, very good orgasm. But… I was totally not into this guy, not all that into the sex, either. It was odd that such perfunctory sex should end with such an intense ejaculation. I think this is a first for me…. not usually one for going through the motions. But sometimes maybe sex is just a reflex, and my brain is along for the ride. I've actually been trying to get this guy on my dick all week. Or rather, he's been trying to get ON my dick. Days ago he first hit me up, saying he'd like to get together and lived nearby, and I said "Sure, just hit me up when you are free, I'd like to cum down your throat or up your ass for sure." His pictures showed a fairly handsome, long, goateed face, jet black hair, nice hairy little body, big dick, decent build, nice ass. Perfect for grinding against and ejaculating in. The next day he said he wanted to come over, and we moved to texting, and he had all the info he needed and said he would be here in 15 minutes. And then at the 12 minute mark, he said something came up for work and he couldn't come. Harumph. I figured that was the end of it. Yesterday I had to go to Queens to pick up my car at a scary, possibly mafioso-connected garage. Being in a new neighborhood, I fired up the apps and hookup sites, and was well on the way to arranging the injection of my load into a thin hairy handsome kid in Sunnyside, when this guy resurfaced, saying again he could come over immediately. I was about a 20 minute drive from home. I wavered with the skinny kid in Sunnyside; I really wanted to put my dick in him. But he asked if I was into fisting and such, and I am not, and he said that was cool, but I thought, well, maybe I should go with this sure thing in my own neighborhood. So I told the other guy I would be home soon, and text him when I was about 10 minutes away, and he said fine. The day was beautiful and the drive home, despite it being rush hour, was a breeze. I felt very fine… my dick was going to get a treat! But when I stopped at a light and brought out my phone to tell him I was almost home, I saw he had already texted, asking if it was OK for it to be quick. I loathe quickies in general; I'd much rather just beat off. I asked him how long he had and it seemed like it would barely be 20 minutes. So I told him to forget it. He apologized as profusely as he had the day before, but I just told him to hit me up sometime when he was sure he could spare the time, and figured, after two attempts, I'm certainly never going to hear from him again. I was very annoyed that I couldn't stay in Queens and find some new ass, or maybe work my way into the fisting bottom's hole with just my dick. Today I really wanted to fuck. I got a bunch of work accomplished in the morning and hoped I'd find some ass on my lunch break. I had just started looking when who should appear but my old friend the Multiflake. He again promised he'd be here in 20 minutes. I said ok and thought if he flakes again I'm gonna go insane. I started working again, and kind of forgot about him actually, but then suddenly there was the buzzer. He actually made it this time! When he came in, I didn't really recognize him. Either the pictures were quite old or they weren't him; his face wasn't long and thin as I remembered, and he seemed taller and meatier, and older. You'd think at this point I would have learned my lesson and sent him home with a stern talking to. But I thought, well, I could certainly at least use a blowjob. So I took him to the back and we made out extremely briefly, enough for me to know that wasn't going to do anything for me, and so I said, "How about you just get on your knees for me and get to work." He pulled off his shirt and shorts but left on his sneakers and a jockstrap. And he got to his knees and sucked my dick. At this point I felt like I left my body a bit and was watching things from above. Damn if he didn't get my dick hard, but it almost felt like someone else's dick; I didn't have that luxurious, all-over-body-excitement I normally get from hot sex with someone I'm super into. He was working very hard on me and seemed to delight in feeling my unit go from tiny flimsy worm to thick, vein-popping tubesteak just from his attentions. He never took me out of his mouth till I was at full length. And I admit it was musing to see his hairy body submissively on the floor in front of me, thick hairy thighs swelling on his haunches, and those sneakers on his feet. I thought, ok, I can work with this. I led him to the bed, bent him over, and ate out his ass some. It was fine, it was an ass, I ate it. Again, none of that intense hunger and pleasure I normally get. It was fine. I stuck my tongue in his hole and he was all daddydaddydaddyplease even though I think he's older than me. I licked all around his balls and inner thighs and he moaned and moaned, and it was fine. My dick was hard as a rock, as if I had been injected with some kind of dick-hardening serum. I was amazed that I could stay that hard despite being so disconnected from this dude. I lay back on the bed and let him work my unit some more. He was in hog heaven, sucking me like crazy, and I cradled his head on my thigh and watched him with a clinical detachment. My dick looked very nice in his mouth; I admit I love seeing the big blue vein that forks up the right side bulge off my erection, and disappear and reappear from inside him all covered with slick, shiny spit. It was like watching a porn movie starring myself. Pure physical reflex. He wasn't ugly or unattractive, just not my type. But he was sucking the holy hell out of my dick, and my dick seemed to like it, regardless of what my useless brain was thinking. I pulled my bone out of his mouth after a while and said, "Lay just like that," extricated myself from his attentions, and went to the end of the bed to eat him some more. He moaned and moaned and his hole seemed ready, so I mounted his thighs and aimed my missile at his hole and sank it in. He was tight and not very slippery, so he produced a bottle of lube, reached back, and lubed up his own hole. I put myself back in and sank in easier this time, but then pulled out, slicked up a bit more, and then we were fucking for real. He exclaimed every single time I pushed into him, for the entire ten or fifteen minutes that I deep docked him for. Every. Single. Time. And daddydaddydaddygiveittome. I pulled all the way out several times, to admire my pink fleshy dickhead, then sink it back in, watching every inch of my hard fuselage penetrate his innards. And he was loving it. My dick felt awesome. I fucked and fucked and fucked him. But again that detachment. I was curious. How long could this go on for before I finally just lose my erection? But I never lost it. It just got harder and harder, and we never changed positions; I just kept mounting and drilling his rear and pulling out and admiring myself and sinking it back in for more assault on his prostate, and I felt his body grow steamy and wet from sweat, and there I was mounted on top of him, this cool, dry, calm pistoning machine. Very strange. I pulled out and got off the bed, stood to the side, and made him suck me some more. He looked hesitant and first but then greedily sucked me down. I stood there with hands on hips, staring down at him inhaling my manhood, whimpering and moaning. My dick hard as a rock, the rest of me unimpressed. Finally I arranged him on his back, held his big hairy thighs in my arms, drilled into his hole, pushed his legs back, held myself up on outstretched arms, and fucked him with all the weight of my body. Slamming all my inches into him with perfect leverage. He held his dick the whole time and moaned daddydaddydaddy. And then I came in him. And, as I mentioned, came big. Very surprising. After I came I held it inside him a bit, fucked him some more in the lovely slick residue of my orgasm, and then slowly pulled out. I lay my rubbery dong aside his, still holding his ankles, and he pulled and pulled at himself like taffy. I made slight fucking motions with my hips and that made him gasp and tug harder, but it didn't look to me like he would cum. We fooled around a bit more, and I finally got off him. He got up and began dressing, and I went to the bathroom to soap up my unit and put it back in my shorts, and we talked very little, and then off he went. Part of me feels hugely gypped. I think of all the fictional bottoms I could have had a really intense, connected fuck with, instead of this dude. But then I think about how hard I just came, and how throbbing my dick was the whole time. Maybe I was just having sex with sex. Fucking the idea of fucking. Maybe my dick was getting off just on being a dick. And maybe that's all this is sometimes. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here It was supposed to be a blowjob. The return of the hot-dicked black man was unexpected, though not unwelcomed. It had to be a blowjob because he gave me almost zero lead time. Not enough to prep for anything more than using my mouth. I guess, if he'd been on time or accurate as to when he would arrive, I'd have had time. When he was almost 40 minutes late, I had pretty much given up. Still that additional time would have give me a chance to......you know, clean out if needed. But our conversation was about getting head only. Him getting, that is. Me giving. Unfortunately, by the time he did finally arrive, it impeded on a work call I had to take and told him that we'd have to be quick. He dropped his pants. I dropped to my knees. Actually, before I dropped there, I played with his meaty cock. It's bigger soft then most men when they are hard. It is thick. It has heft. I'd take it in one hand and let it drop into the other palm. And it would do so with a smack....at least for awhile. After a few times, it started stiffening and didn't drop as much, since it was on the rise. And that is when I went to my knees. It had been a long time, so I had forgotten how big it gets. He says 9"....and it is close for sure, but it is the girth that throws me. I want so badly to get it all down my throat, but as skilled as I am (or think I am), that will be a tough tough one. I was loving sucking him but never get the sense he enjoys it, other than his hard cock. He is so quiet in his way, that I get no reaction at all - good or bad. But he doesn't pull away or leave, so I'm taking it as a win. I was sucking him for about 10 minutes when he told me to stand up. I did and he bent me over the desk. I started to tell him I wasn't prepared for that but it was basically too late. He pushed 3 fat inches into my ass and then kept going, albeit a little slower. No poppers (I'm trying to wean myself off those), not that I had any handy anyways. Or lube - other than his and my spit. Breathing is the trick, boys. More than poppers, more than being prepped mentally. It's all about the breathing. "This is the only way it's going to happen with our short time" and that was all he said. Again, no words, no grunts, groans or moans. He went back to silent running. Pumping me into the desk. Pumping his shaft into my hole. It went on for only less than 10 minutes. He did have a big exhale and I knew he was coming. Besides the fact that I could feel it. In two minutes, he was cleaned off, pants on and out the door. ...until next time, that is. But I'm not sure that was a blowjob. :-) More...

Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Just sent home a super-jacked little black dude with a rear end full of all the semen I've made since last Wednesday-- and also the extra bit of juice that the Slovenly Liar worked up in me on Monday during his abortive, toothy blowjob. And that all adds up to a pretty nice load of spunk for the little guy. He was really tiny-- about 5'5 at most, maybe even shorter-- but his shoulders were like granite, and just about as wide as he was tall. He even had those crazy abs that some bodybuilder types get that make them look like they have a gut but when you touch it it's solid and unmovable. His upper body was just an extreme V shape tapering down to a round little ass. My favorite. He wasn't the cutest guy in the world but he had a nice face. I just can never resist squirting my sperm inside a short, super-built dude, so I went with it. And we had a great time together-- he loved kissing, sucking my dick, having my face in his ass, being touched and, in particular, having his ears sucked on (bonus erogenous zone! another favorite)-- and he looked fantastic with my white dick sliding in and out of him, but there was one thing missing, and it was: pheromones. When I was younger, I remember being at a coffee shop and listening to some ugly nerd talk to another numb nuts about how he thinks he's gay because he responds to male pheromones. I found this deeply annoying, for one because, duh, maybe you're gay because you're attracted to males period (how does pheromones explain getting a boner looking at porn?), and two I never had any interest in how anybody smelled, especially when I was younger. I still have trouble with dudes who are heavy into the man stink thing. People who went on and one about pheromones bugged the crap out of me because I just couldn't relate. Of course, I also hadn't had much sexual experience at that point, either. I remember vividly my first strong introduction to how pheromones *don't* work. Back in the days of personal ads, I met a guy in the classifieds of the local gay paper, and we met and had a super nice date. He was kind of built himself, actually, not totally my type but any reader of this blog knows how gaga I go for anybody with big shoulders and a little waist. He was just such a sweet guy, as the night got on I got more and more into him. And then I asked him home, thinking, we can make out and maybe even fuck!, but once we got on my futon (I was 27 or so), and I moved in for the initial kiss that I hoped would lead to serious face-sucking and then eventually penetration and orgasm, I was stopped short. The dude just really kinda… kinda stank. It wasn't BO, or dirty, or anything like that. I just really didn't like his scent. And when I touched the skin of his face and neck, it felt very… viscous, almost oily, too smooth somehow, too insinuating. I kissed him, and he got all dreamy-eyed, but I sort of panicked. We started talking again and I did the "I think it is getting late" thing and he looked deeply disappointed, but got himself together and left. He called me a couple of days later, sounding extremely nervous but determined to get another date with me, but I kinda let it go. I was really dismayed. Within a few years I had had run-ins with guys who weren't all that hot looking but had something amazing in their skin, something that made me just want to breathe them in and touch them all over, rub myself all over them, lick them, put my face near them, touch them. Something electric and smooth between us, a texture to the skin that almost made it feel light as air, like there was nothing between us. I've reported on the phenomenon plenty of times here, guys whose skin is like crack and it makes me just want to fuck and fuck and fuck them and never stop. This guy in general was fine. He *did* have that oily quality to his skin, like the guy I dated so long ago, but in this guy's case it could have just been lotion. But as we kissed, and got hot and heavy, the more we kissed, the more I became aware of his scent and taste-- slightly metallic, a little acrid. It was very slight and I could ignore it pretty well, but it kept this fuck from being one for the ages. Now, I guess, like that dopey ugly nerd back when, pheromones are a crucial part of sexual attraction for me. But the dude had a rockin' bod and a big dick and when I pushed my dick into him-- he was pretty tight and we had to use a ton of silicone lube that he brought-- he grabbed my body desperately, wrapping himself around me, pulling me into him deep, incredibly hungry for the fuck I was giving him. If only all bottoms were like this! Owing to how full my nuts were I kept getting close, and at one point, when I had him on his back, and he was staring at me and clutching at me with such intense desire, I told him how close I was, how I needed to hold back and stop thrusting, and he sucked my dick into his hole deep and pulled at me hard, and I said, "Do you want me to just cum now?" and he shook his head and closed his eyes and grabbed my ass and pulled me into him harder, as if he could somehow get more dick in him than I had to give. And then I lost it. "I can't hold back I gotta cum," I said, and began thrusting into him hard, and he opened his legs wide and let me move freely, dicking him deep with a dick that was thickening and lengthening with each thrust, and as soon as I began spurting, the strokes began to glide perfectly inside him; my cum was the perfect lube, much better than the silicone stuff which didn't seem to ease the way too well. So I kept fucking and fucking, even after I was done throbbing, because the motion felt so good, and he was beating off himself. But he couldn't cum, I could tell, and I pulled out and lay beside him, with my leg pressed between his, gently sucking and biting at his nip, and he tried and tried to cum but he couldn't, in the end. I flopped beside him and we rested a second, and then began to talk a good bit. He had a rather dorky, bookish demeanor, and told me he had to go home and "tune his harp", which I thought was some kind of crazy euphemism for something, but he literally meant, tune a harp that was in D but needed to be in C or whatever. It was odd, as I had just been thinking mmmmaybe two days ago about how brass instruments are tuned in other keys and I never knew why, so I mentioned that, and he told me a bit about that, and we talked about music a bit, and I learned some things about the harp I never knew. The things you pick up while fucking your cum into strangers! He invited me to his place, a zillion miles away, to play his harpsichord sometime. A first! He also mentioned that my doorman was rather smirky with him. I have no idea what he thinks of the parade of muscular dudes that come through here. But I'd rather he didn't *smirk*at the muscular dudes. But it's not like I can say something. I wonder if I'm the subject of much gossip in here. My bottom said that the doorman smirked at him before he even said which apartment he was coming to, as if he already knew. Interesting. Anyway, he went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit and I got him some water and sent him on his way. And now I need a nap. More...