Dreams of Patroclus

Furry Joe

2009-10-15T13:50:00.003-04:00

I took a couple of weeks off from sex after the Labor Day weekend. Work seemed to take over my life, as it sometimes does. But really, I just used work as an excuse when some of my regular guys wanted to get together. If I want sex – work never gets in the way. But after three weeks of no sex, not even masturbating, I finally came to my senses. The first guy to come over was Fratboy. I gave him a long massage that ended with his cock down my throat and my cock up his ass. He was followed the next night by Matt who fed me three loads as he sat on the couch, drinking beer and watching porn.

On Friday, September 18 I decided to walk down the street to my favorite bar. It was fun catching up with my favorite bartender, a buxom brunette with a fun personality. She always takes care of me – cuts me off when I have the potential to make a fool of myself. I played some pool and was accused of being a hustler by one guy I beat. I can’t help it if he was a poor shooter – and I never play for money. There were two guys in the bar who interested me. One was the new bouncer. His name is Steve. Steve is at least 6’6” tall and muscular – not just normal workout muscles. He has the body of a professional body builder. I would guess he is in his early 30s. He speaks with a thick Greek accent – he immigrated to the United States when he was 18. His family owned and operated a local restaurant until going bust about a year ago. I noticed Steve watching me before I spoke with him. It was kind of weird. He finally ended up standing next to me and I said hello. This big man was not bashful. During the conversation he kept constant eye contact. At one point he put his hand on the small of my back in the most casual way – he was definitely invading my personal space. He was almost whispering in my ear at one point in the conversation. My cock got hard. Steve would go away for long periods to work the door but always came back and talked. At one point I thought I saw the outline of his cock in his dark pants. In my mind I imagined it to be long and uncut. I could not figure Steve out. As the bar got busier so did Steve.

I struck up a conversation with the guy sitting on my left – his name was Joe. He was a cutie – a real hippie type – shoulder length curly dark brown hair, a beard. Turns out he was in his middle 20s and worked at a local psychiatric hospital as a case manager. I’d guess he was about 5’6”. When he found out that I worked at the University he started calling me Dr. Russ. It was kind of cute. We talked for about an hour and then each went our separate ways in the bar – at one point I saw Joe dancing with a really drunk woman. She was putting the moves on him. I thought that was cool – maybe he would get laid tonight.

But when it was time for the bar to close Joe was still around. I was ready to walk up the hill to my place when Joe came up to say goodnight. I told him I was heading home. Turned out that he lived a block away from my place. So we walked up the hill together. I’m not sure how it happened – but Joe ended up on the sofa in my apartment with a beer in his hand. He saw my massage table and asked what that was for. I explained that I liked to give full-body massages to guys. He asked if I would like to massage him. I told him to take off his clothes and get on the table face down. His body was hairy – covered in short kinky brown hair. His cock was about 3 inches flaccid and uncut. I started massaging his feet and had the urge to lick his toes. He enjoyed that. I had massaged one leg when he turned over and said, “Suck my cock, Dr. Russ.” His cock had grown to about six inches. I took his cock in my mouth. He said, “Dr. Russ, you are the first guy to suck my cock.”

I told him that we would be more comfortable in the bed. We went upstairs. We lay on the bed and I decided to see if he would kiss. He did. My hands and mouth roamed his body. I sucked his nipples and enjoyed watching and hearing him squirm with pain. He kept saying that he couldn’t believe that he was doing this but loved it. He surprised me when he licked down my body and sucked my cock. I could tell he had not had a cock in his mouth before. But he gave a good effort. I went back to his cock. I lubed up a finger and entered his ass. I found his prostate and slowly massaged it. After a short time of sucking, his prostate hardened and he shot his load in my mouth. It tasted slightly bitter.

We lay and talked for a while. Joe said, “Can I fuck you Dr. Russ? I would like that.” I said that he could – but we needed to rest a while. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. At some point we ended up with his hairy chest pressed against my back in a spoon position. I awoke to find his hard cock against my ass. His arm circled my body and he tweaked my right nipple. He spit on his cock and entered me. The whole time he fucked me he kept saying, “Dr. Russ, my cock is in your ass. Do you like me fucking you, Dr. Russ?” He was a good fucker. My cock was hard. He changed position – me on my back with my legs on his shoulders. He fucked me and masturbated me. I shot my load. Within minutes he pulled out of my ass and shot his load. A glob of his cum hit me in the face – nice shooter. He collapsed on my body and we fell back asleep.

We awoke at about noon- the bed smelled of beer, cum and sweat. Joe got up and pissed. He came back to the bed and cuddled with his head naturally falling in my armpit. He said, “Dr. Russ, my ass is sore and nipples hurt. Thank you.” I was meeting friends at 15:00 for dinner and drinks before the football game. I sucked his cock again and we climbed in the shower. I washed him and he me. We said goodbye at the door – a nice make-out session. I told him that he had a standing invitation to come back anytime he would like – I gave him my card and he gave me his work card.

On the next Tuesday I sent a message to his work email:

Hello Joe,
It was great meeting you on Friday evening - hope that you made it home safely and weren’t too sore. I’m just checking that there were no night after regrets – the old “I was so drunk I don’t remember a thing” syndrome. If you’d like, come back over sometime soon – maybe we can finish that massage that we started. Or just hang out – whatever you are comfortable doing – you seem like a cool guy. I’m usually home weeknights after 6 pm and most of the weekends. So let me know – you have my card.
I hope to talk with you soon.
Doctor Russ

I still haven’t heard from him.

Labor Day Weekend – Part 2

2009-09-09T15:12:00.001-04:00

It is not often that I travel outside my own zip code to have sex – unless I am traveling for work. Late Sunday afternoon I was relaxing after an active few days of sex. I was on YIM when I received a message from a handle that I did not recognize. He identified himself by his handle on one of the adult hook-up sites that I like. I checked out his profile and liked what I saw. He was 35, divorced, 5’8’, 150 lbs, short blonde hair, fu manchu style mustache. His pictures showed a thin, muscular body. His profile also spoke of only meeting up with women. But as we chatted he told me he was interested in hooking up with guys. He met a guy recently who sucked his cock – but the guy he was meeting made him nervous. He asked if I wanted to drive over. He lives about 45 miles from me – so not a bad drive on a warm summer night.

He gave me his address and contact info and we agreed that I would be at his place at 21:00. I was there at 21:00 and knocked on his door – no response. I was about to be pissed if I had driven for an hour and been stood up. I went back to my car and called him. He apologized and said he would be there in five minutes. He got sidetracked when he took his kids to his mother’s house. I recognized him from his pictures as soon a she drove up. I got out and shook his hand. He had a firm grip. We went into his place. It smelled of cigarettes – not very appealing to me. But I was there and would shower when I got home. He invited me to sit down while he went to the bathroom. When he came back into the room he stood across the room and smoked a couple cigarettes. He put in a porn video – an orgy of men and women fucking in various rooms of a house – big cocks pummeling loose pussies and asses.

He once again told me that he was new at meeting guys – but he was comfortable. I told him to sit next to me. I reached for his cock and he mine. Our clothes came off quickly. He had a good body – smooth with hair in all the right places: armpits and pubic area. I sucked on his nipples – his skin was salty tasting. I licked down his body and found a nice 7.5” cut cock. We shifted into a sixty-nine position. He did a good job of sucking my cock. He roughly shoved a finger up my ass. I did the same to him – but I was centered in on his prostate. That sent him over the edge. He shot a load down my throat. I kept sucking and he stayed hard. He positioned my body on the sofa and entered me from behind. He knew how to use his cock – he threw me a long fuck. After about twenty minutes he gave me another load – this time up my ass. When we finished he told me that I was the first guy who he had fucked in the ass – and he enjoyed it. I was also the only person to massage his prostate. He was all about getting together again – kept mentioning it. I drove home with his load still in my ass. When I got home I showered to get the cigarette stench off my body and sent him an email thanking him for a good time.

Today I received the following message:

Have to tell you, I had a really good time with you. You were very cool, and nice, and made me feel pretty comfortable with everything. I haven't had alot of experience with that. Like I said, you were the 1st for a couple of things. Had a fun time, want you to know that, will keep in touch, see ya later. Bye!

Now to me that sounds like I just received the brush off - but only time will tell.

I ate lunch on Labor Day at my boss’s house. He and his wife always throw a party for faculty, staff and grad students in the school. The food was great. The beer was plentiful. I made it home by 20:00 with a pretty good buzz – without making a fool of myself by hitting on any handsome grad students.

I parked my car in the garage and decided to walk down to my local bar. I was having a good time playing pool and drinking more beer. I had wisely taken the day after Labor Day off from work – I knew that I would probably want to sleep in late. I had just finished a game of pool when in walked Seth. I had met Seth about a month earlier at this bar. I hadn’t expected to see him on Labor Day. We had a few beers and decided to go back to my place. He was ready – as soon as we got in my apartment door he pushed me against the wall and kissed me. He ground his body into mine. I said that we should go upstairs. We each removed our clothes and met in the middle of the bed. He went down on my cock. It didn’t take me long to reward his efforts with a big load of cum. He drank it all. He wanted me to fuck him. I had just cum – so it would be a while before I got hard again. I pulled out a medium sized dildo and stuck it up his ass. I sucked his cock as the dildo went in and out of his ass. He took the larger dildo and stuck it up my ass. It was a weird position. My mouth on his cock, my hand ramming a dildo in and out of his ass, and his hand ramming a dildo in my ass. He told me he wanted to fuck me. He got between my legs and jacked my legs up on to his shoulders. His cock went into my ass. I could hear the slapping of his body against mine as he fucked me. That lasted about 10 minutes before he wanted me to suck his cock again. So we went back to me sucking his cock and a dildo up his ass. It wasn’t long before he had a screaming orgasm and gave me his cum. We collapsed into a pile of sweat and cum. All he said was, “That was different!” I laughed because it definitely was.

Labor Day Weekend 2009 - Part 1

2009-09-09T12:01:00.003-04:00

My life was consumed with work last week – worked fourteen hour days and got little sleep. I did have time to see Fratboy twice – once on Monday and again on Thursday. I love sucking his cock and he has one of the tightest, sweetest asses I have had in a while. But nothing else much happened until Friday. Then suddenly I became popular.

Between two really boring meetings on Friday, I decided to walk to a local Indian restaurant and have lunch. It was a beautiful day and I needed to get outside for a while. On my way back to my second meeting I received an email from a guy named Eric. He had posted a personal ad wanting a guy to suck his cock while he was in town for Saturday’s football game. It would be the first time he had a guy’s mouth on his cock. I had last chatted with him on Wednesday – so I figured he had lost interest. His email was simple, “Can you suck me at about 6 pm today?” My answer was simple too, “Yes – here are directions to my place…” I was home from work by 17:30 – opened a beer and waited for him to drop by. He had sent me pictures and stats - 39, nice looking, blonde shoulder length hair, 5’10”, 170, naturally little body hair, 7.5” cut cock. He arrived at about 18:10. He was nervous – but not to the point of fleeing. We did little talking. We stood in the foyer. I rubbed his cock. He was hard. I dropped to my knees, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of the fly of his boxer briefs. It was a nice cock – pale white, almost translucent – I could see the veins and arteries - and smooth. I licked the head and asked if he want to sit on the couch. He said, “No! Just suck my fuckin’ cock before I change my mind!” I did. I deep throated his cock and he moaned. He grabbed the back of my head and fucked my face. Within in a few minutes his balls drew up close to his body and he shot his load down my throat. He leaned back against the wall to steady himself – I drank every drop of his cum. He stroked the back of my head and told me how good that felt. Bu then he seemed to gather himself and the flee instinct took over. He said that he was sorry but he had to go. I told him that I understood. He thanked me as he left. The entire visit did not last more than ten minutes.

I took a shower and had planned to walk down the street to my favorite bar. The warm shower felt good. I lay on the bed naked and enjoyed the nice feeling of just having a virgin cock in my mouth. The phone rang. It was a California number – I thought about not answering it – but I work with a group of people based in California – could be one of them. It turned out to be a guy that I had chatted with last January when I was in San Diego. He was suppose to come by my hotel room in San Diego – but had to cancel at the last minute. His name is Dave.

Dave is married and has recently started fantasizing about fucking a guy’s ass – but afraid to do anything with a local guy for fear of exposure. I don’t understand that – seems to me he could find a local guy – especially in San Diego – who was discreet and respectful of his privacy. He was on I-65 close to my town – I didn’t ask more. He wanted to come by. I gave him directions – he was at my door in thirty minutes. Dave is tall – 6’4” – and muscular with short brown hair that he wears in a crew cut. He asked if we could start with a massage. I quickly set up the table. I had to piss - when I came back he was stripped and lying face down on the table. I massaged the backside of his body – he seemed to enjoy it. When he turned over – I was impressed. His chest was covered with thick light brown hair. His pecs were solid and topped with small nipples. The hair continued over his flat stomach. His cock was hard – must have been at least 8”, cut and thick. I finished the massage and sucked his cock for a while. But he was there to fuck. He told me to lie face down over the edge of the massage table. He lubed his cock and put it up my ass. He was not gentle. Obviously the fuck he had fantasized about bordered on rape. But I took what he gave me – and he gave it hard. I gripped the table as he fucked me from behind. He lay across my back – I could feel his hairy chest. He ground against me – huffing and puffing. His cock stimulated my prostate, his hands found my nipples, he twisted them roughly. That was all I needed. I shoot my load between my body and the table. I knew he felt my ass tighten. He kept fucking. Finally, after what must have been half an hour he filled my ass with his cum. He collapsed on my back. We stayed that way for a while. Finally, his cock slipped from my ass and he stood.

The room had gotten warm and was filled with the smells of sweat and cum. He asked if he could shower. I showed him upstairs. We talked as he showered. He was visiting Chicago with his wife – something about a family wedding. He had to drive to Indianapolis for business and just took the chance that I would be available on his return trip. I’m glad that I was.

I still had not made it down to the bar – but I wasn’t complaining. I thought about going to the bar smelling of sex – cum dripping out of my ass – but decided to take a shower and clean up. I was just about ready to walk out the door when my phone rang. It was the Alpha Male. Now I had just been fucked hard and wasn’t sure I was up for more. But I answered the phone. He asked what I was doing. I told him I was just heading out the door to have a drink at a local bar. He said, “Which one – I’ll meet you there.” I told him and then walked down. He was there in thirty minutes – it gave me time to have a few beers. He looked even better than he did when I saw him this past summer. He was more tanned and had a thick five-o’clock shadow. He sat down at the bar next to me and ordered two shots of jack Daniels. He handed one to me, we touched glasses and then drank. We stayed at the bar until about 02:30. We shot pool and talked – really the first time we had spent any time together where fucking or sucking wasn’t involved. He still had a girlfriend – though he didn’t seem happy about the way things were going. I beat him in six games of eight-ball – he was good – but I was better.

As we walked back up the hill to my apartment he morphed from the nice guy to drink with to the demanding fucker that I had known before. He pulled me behind a large bush, no more than ten feet from the street and told me to get down and suck his cock. Even though it was early in the morning, cars were still on the road. I took out his cock and deep-throated him. He fucked my face and quickly shot his load. He told me to get off my knees before a cop came by. He zipped up and we walked to my place. We went directly to bed. And without much fanfare his cock was up my ass. I was a little sore from my previous fuck that evening – but there is just something about the way Alpha Male fucked me that took away the pain. Even as he assaulted my ass and tortured my nipples with his hands, I felt safe. My mind went to a happy place as he fucked me – I know that my sound stupid – it is something that rape victims sometimes say. But I was so happy being fucked by Alpha Male. He shot his load in my ass and before I knew it he was lying next to me gently snoring as he cuddled against me.

I was awakened when he got up to take a piss. I could feel his cum oozing out of my ass. He came back to bed and spooned against my back. He was hard again – oh to be young. He slid his cock up my ass as we lay on our sides. He reached around and jacked my cock as he fucked me. It didn’t take me long to shoot my load. He told to eat my cum that had squirted on his hand. I did. It wasn’t long before he filled my ass with another load. His cock stayed in my ass as we both feel back to sleep. I heard his phone alarm sound at 10:00. He said he had to leave – lunch with girlfriend at noon. I watched as he dressed. I got up and saw him to the door. He said we would do it again soon. I sat on the toilet for a while, took a shower and got ready to go to the football game. I was hosting my boss and his wife. I have season tickets. We won and everybody had a good time.

I was at home by 17:30. I fell into the bed got a few hours of sleep. I was awakened by the lobby callbox phone. It was a guy who I had met when I first came to town three years ago. I had sucked his cock and never heard from him again - until about a week ago when he messaged me. I had forgotten that he was coming over. He wanted a massage and a blowjob. We talked as I set up the table. This guy is 45, 6’3”, 200? Lbs, naturally smooth body, has long hair that he wears in a pony tail.. He’s an ex-marine who served in the first Gulf War. He sustained some back injuries – but acupuncture seems to be relieving some of his pain. These days he works in heating and air conditioning. His body is tight – quite spectacular for a guy his age. But what is truly impressive is his nine inch cock. It is not thick - but just wide enough to perfectly fit down my throat. Now the ex-marine is a real ladies man. Married to a non-sexual wife, he sees several women for extracurricular sex. He tells me he has only had blowjobs from guys – and few of those.

I massaged him and spent a lot of time on his ass. He liked to have it. I massaged his prostate and he began moaning. It was a solid, healthy prostate. He told that he didn’t know what I was doing but that I needed to stop before he came. I backed off and continued the massage. When I finally got to his cock he was hard. I took his cock down my throat and snaked my finger back up his ass. As soon as I found his prostate again his cock hardened. I knew that he was not far from shooting. I played with him for a while – almost letting him orgasm – but pulling back just as it was about to happen. He finally whimpered, “Please let me cum.” So I did. His orgasm was spectacular to see. His muscles tightened, he grabbed the sides of the table, he screamed fuck and shot his load down my throat. As he was coming down he told me that was the hardest he had ever come and that I was the first to have a finger up his ass. He left with a smile on his face and a promise to return very soon. I went to bed and slept until about 08:00 on Sunday.

I awoke to my phone announcing that I had a new email message. It was the Mexican-American guy from the weekend I was looking to be screwed. He said that he was horny and wanted to come by. I jumped in the shower to clean off and wake myself up. He arrived just as I was getting out of the shower. I buzzed him in, wrapped myself in a towel and went downstairs to let him in. He rode his bicycle – since his car was still at the University. He had attended a festival the previous night and had consumed enough beer to not drive. We went upstairs and we hugged and kissed. He has a pierced tongue – I didn’t remember that from before. We continued to kiss as I removed his clothing. We fell on the bed and made out for a good twenty minutes – hands roaming over each other’s bodies. I moved down and sucked his cock. He moaned as I deep throated him and enjoyed it when I licked his balls. I licked my way back up his body and we kissed again. I like a guy who is a good kisser. I turned my back to him and he humped my ass. I told him that the condoms and lube were on the bedside table. He lubed, put the condom on and then lubed again. He placed the head of his cock oat my ass and in one push buried himself in me. He fucked me in every position – doggy-style, on my back with my legs on his shoulders and on our sides. His cock felt great in my ass – his cock was hitting all the right spots. He started fucking me hard and then after a series of loud grunts – shoot his load. We both were sweaty. He pulled his cock out of my ass, removed the condom and asked where he should put it. I told him to put it on the dresser and I would dispose of it later. He lay by me and we talked. He wasn’t looking forward to the ride back home – he had to ride up a hill. I offered to give him a ride. We loaded his bike into my Pacifica. I dropped him off at a parking lot behind the house that he shares with a woman. I look forward to seeing him again.

I was surprised to get a call from Mark at about 13:00. I’ve sucked his cock for about a year now. He and his wife recently moved to southern Indiana. He is assuming control of the family farm – they raise hogs, cattle and corn. I have great respect for family farmers – they have it tough these days. Mark was in town to collect the last few boxes in a storage unit. He makes a good farmer. He is blonde, little body hair, 5’8”, 180 or so. He used to work on a beer truck – so he has muscles from physical labor. Usually I massage him – but he didn’t have time for that. We went upstairs and he removed him clothes. His 6.5” cut cock was already hard. He likes when I put my Doc Johnson Pleasure Wand up his ass. He once asked me to fuck him. But when he saw the thickness of my cock backed out. I sucked his cock and played with his ass. He wanted me to hold off on the pleasure wand until he had cum once – he needed to dump a load quickly. It wasn’t long before he did – and I swallowed every drop. Mark had traditionally been a one cum guy. He would get off and then I would suck and lick his body as he came down from his orgasm. What I learned is that his ass gets very sensitive once he ejaculates – so sensitive that it was painful when I inserted the pleasure wand. So he is still a one cum kind of guy. He dressed and we talked. Both of us are hoping he will be able to get into town every once in a while. If not, I may have to rent a cheap motel room near him.

Ass Master

2009-08-26T11:29:00.001-04:00

I have many peculiarities. One is that I enjoy playing with a guy’s ass – whether it be with toys or with my hand. There is just something wonderful about the feeling on being deep in an ass. Unfortunately, it is difficult to find a guy who is adventurous enough to want his ass stretched. But I have met a guy who is really into having his ass played with.

Ben is a twenty year-old guy. He’s 6’6’, 185, smooth body, dark skin (Persian ancestors), cut 7” cock. He contacted me looking for a Daddy type to use him. I’m not so big into playing the daddy role – I feel old enough – but he was a nice kid so I decided to meet him. He came over last night at 21:00. I was impressed by him. He was intelligent and had a unique physical appearance. His face was almost feminine – but his body was masculine, lean and long. We talked for a while – he told me of being laid off from his job and how hard he was working to find another. I don’t doubt he will find another job soon. He told me that he had tried having other guys put their hands up his ass but it always hurt – even caused bleeding. I explained that they didn’t know what they were doing, that was dangerous and it could cause serious damage to his intestines. I asked what lube they had used – he said regular water-based lube. That was one of the issues. The best lube to use for putting your hand up a guys ass is still Crisco shortening – but never butter flavored unless you want to smell like you have been baking for days after using it in your ass.

I suggested that we head into the next room so that I could play with his ass. It was all very comfortable. He removed his clothes and climbed on my massage table. He loosened his ass up by sitting on a rather large dildo – probably about fourteen inches long and two inches thick. He took about two-thirds of the length in his ass. It was fascinating to watch. But he wasn’t here to have me watch him fuck himself with a dildo.

He was on his knees. I opened the can of Crisco and put a huge glob on his ass. I pushed some of the shortening up his hole. The more I massaged, the looser he became. First two fingers, then three fingers went up his ass. He was amazed that it was feeling good and there was no pain. Before I knew it, I had my hand up to almost the wrist in his ass. But he could take no more. His ass was clenching around my hand – I fucked him with long slow thrusts.

I told him to flip over on his back – my hand still in his ass. His cock was hard. I continued to fuck him with my hand. He loved it. I put some Crisco on my left hand and played with his cock. He told me that no other guy had ever cared about getting him off. It was more difficult than I thought to beat him off and fuck his ass with my hand. He took over the masturbation and I concentrated on making him feel good. I watched as he threw his head back and shot his load on his chest. His ass pulsed as he ejaculated.

I pulled my hand out of his ass and used some paper towels to clean the Crisco off his body. I watched as his sphincter tightened back up. I was surprised that it recovered so quickly. Once I had him clean – he asked me to fuck him. So I did. Not a tight ass – but hell I had just had my hand up there. But it was not so loose that I didn’t give him a load. We both enjoyed that fuck.

Old Friends and Second Chances

2009-08-25T12:06:00.002-04:00

After looking for a screw the previous weekend I rested for a few days. August 23 was my birthday and as a present to myself I bought a sex swing and stand. It is an interesting new toy. I was looking forward to getting my first guy in it.

On Wednesday night I had a call from Fratboy. He wanted to drop by. He had just gotten back from a week-long visit to his parents. We had a few drinks and were talking. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch and said, “I need to get off.” I unzipped him and kneeled between his legs. I pulled down his pants and boxers. His is the most beautiful cock that I suck: long, thick, smooth skin. He loves when I deep throat his cock. His crotch has the smell of young man – fresh but just a little musky. I sucked for a while and then asked him if wanted to try out the swing. After a bit of adjustment he was situated. His legs were in the stirrups and his ass and cock were exposed to be used by my mouth and cock. The nice thing about the swing is that the guy is suspended and the swing itself can be moved. So as I sucked his cock I was moving him more than I was moving my head – a totally different approach to basic cock sucking.

I played with his ass as I sucked him. I looked into his eyes and he said, “Fuck me.” I sheathed and lubed my cock. His ass was in the perfect position to be fucked. My cock slowly slid up his ass – he swore a little. I grabbed the straps of the swing and pounded away. His body was swinging off and on my cock. I reached down and jacked him. After about five minutes his ass tightened around my cock and he shot his load – big load that landed on his chest and abdomen. I kept fucking. Finally I shot my load up his ass. I reached down and played with his cum. I took my cum drenched hand and put it to his mouth. He licked it clean. By this time my cock was going down and slid out of his ass. I remove the condom and threw it away. We played with the swing for a while. I spun him. We were like two kids. He had to go meet some friends at a local bar – so he dressed and left. That was a good encounter.

About an hour after Fratboy left I received a call from a guy who drops by every once in a while for a blowjob. He is the manager of one of the local big box stores. Nice guy – 28, 6’, 210, hairy body, goatee, red hair, 6” cut cock, a cornfed midwestern guy. I met him online. Our routine is the same each time that he visits. He comes in, without much discussion he drops his pants and underwear. I suck him and he leaves a soon as he comes. But this time he seemed to be more relaxed. He talked more before removing his pants. He took more control – holding my head and guiding my mouth on his cock. He was more verbal – telling me how much he enjoyed my mouth – moaning when his cock bottomed out in my throat. He was almost ready to cum when his phone rang. He knew the ring tone and said he had to answer it. As I sucked him, he talked to his wife. I could hear her voice – they talked about who would be watching the kids on Saturday. For some reason hearing them talk was hot.

He ended the call – grabbed my head and pounded my face. It didn’t take him long to cum in my mouth. Instead of dressing and leaving he stayed and rubbed my head as I cleaned him up. I kept sucking and he got hard again. I played with his nipples and that helped him shot a second load. He hung around for another ten minutes and then dressed and left. I guess he is getting more comfortable with getting blown.

Thursday was a busy day at work. I didn’t get home until well after 21:00. I stopped by and picked up Chinese food and was looking forward to a quiet few hours before climbing into bed. I had that, but had no sooner turned off the lights and got into bed then my phone rang. I was the 20 year-old guy from the previous weekend when I was looking to be fucked. He asked if I was interested in trying again. He apologized for the last time he was over – said that was a rough weekend. I told him to come on by – I’d buzz him in and the apartment door would be open. He should just come upstairs. He was at my place in 15 minutes. He was cleaner this time – actually had a pleasant smell. He removed his clothes and lay next to me in the bed. He reached for my cock. He kissed me. Hell, even his mouth tasted good. I felt his body – it was smooth and firm. I found his cock – this time he was hard – about 6.5” and thinner than normal – whatever normal is. He licked down my body and sucked me for a while. But then he moved to my balls and the next thing that I knew he was eating my ass. I wasn’t sure how clean I was – but he didn’t seem to mind. He looked over my cock and asked if I was ready to be fucked. I reached over and got the lube off the bedside table and handed it to him. He smiled. My legs were on his shoulders. He lubed his cock and put it in my ass. I watched his face as he pumped my ass. He was so into fucking me. It didn’t take long before he started a series of grunts – then he shot his load up my ass. When he pulled his cock out of my ass he went back to my cock. He sucked me to an orgasm – but it took him a while. He swallowed every drop. We lay together for about an hour. He kept apologizing for the previous weekend. It was now about 02:00. I told him he could stay if he wanted but I needed to get to sleep. He decided to head home. It is funny. I was so turned off by our first meeting. I guess it pays to give second chances.

Want to Screw Me?

2009-08-19T12:26:00.003-04:00

I was supposed to have a visit this past Saturday afternoon from a married guy who wanted me to make him my bitch. He wanted his body bound, abused and fucked hard. He works a swing shift at a local plant – from 17:00 until 05:00 each day. I received a text from him at 06:30 on Saturday morning telling me that his ass was sore – seemed he had developed a heat/sweat rash during the night. I think that he just chickened out. I told him to learn to wash better and we would do it another time. I was a little pissed. I had spent a couple of hours the previous evening preparing for his visit. It takes organization and planning to properly abuse a body. I was up early so I decided to walk down to the Farmer’s Market. I found some nice heirloom tomatoes and fresh sweet corn.

I enjoyed the leisurely walk. I was thinking that I have lately been giving more than receiving. I decided that I needed to be fucked. I posted an ad – it was simple:

Want to Screw Me?
I need a cock up my ass - that simple.
I'll host today (August 16) and tomorrow (August 17) at my place.
All ages (above 18), races and body types are welcome.
Send your stats (especially cock size) and we can arrange a time for you to drop by.
I'm not a guy who has a lot of time to waste - so only contact me if you are serious.

I had twelve responses. I eliminated eight from consideration because they either didn’t provide enough information or they seemed to be fake. The first guy who wanted to come over was a sexy half Mexican/half white guy. I was impressed when I opened the door. He was 26 years old, about 6’2”, 210, shaved head, goatee – very handsome man. Not much was said. We hugged and I grabbed his crotch – he had a nice thick cock. We went upstairs to the bedroom and I undressed him. His chest was smooth. I sucked on his nipples and he moaned. But I wanted his cock. I took down his pants and his six inch hard cock sprung out. I pushed him on the bed and sucked him for a while. I asked if he had more than one load in him – he told me he did. So I sucked him until he shot a load down my throat. I made a mistake. As soon as he had gotten off and had rested for a while, he decided he needed to leave. That was okay – so I still needed fucking. But he was a nice guy – I think we will get together another time.

The next guy wanted to come by around 14:30. He had to pick up his wife from work at 15:30. He was driving from a town about thirty miles away. He was 36 and was ready to fuck when he walked in the door. He was a plain looking guy – dirty blonde hair, 5’10”, a little gut but just a small one, hairy chest, a seven inch cut cock. I sucked him for just a minute – I didn’t want a repeat of the previous encounter. He told me to get on the bed – he liked it doggy style. He roughly entered my ass and pounded away. After twenty minutes he took a break. I took off the condom and sucked him for a while. He looked at the clock and told me that he had less than ten minutes before he had to leave. He told me to stand and lean over the bed. He stood behind me and fucked me – he told me what a nice ass I have and how good it felt around his thick cock. It felt great – exactly what I needed. He was loud when he came – he pulled out, and shot his load on my ass. He was quickly dressed and out the door – but not before he told me that we would be getting together again soon.

I was ready for a rest. But the third guy wanted to come over at 21:30. He was 20 years-old, wanted his cock sucked and wanted to fuck me. I usually enjoy young guys and most seem to enjoy me. But this guy did nothing for me – and I’m not sure that he was into me. He was cute, thin, bushy brown hair, a computer science major – but reeked of cigarettes and pot – not that I have anything against pot. I asked him if wanted something to drink since he had walked to my place. He had a beer – I had reservations about giving a beer to a twenty year-old – but he was walking. He guzzled the beer and said, “Let’s do it.” We went upstairs and undressed. His cock was thin and about three inches soft. I sucked on his cock and he never achieved an erection. His pubic area smelled unclean – and not in a good way. He apologized for not being able to get erect – said that we would have to do it another time. He dressed and I offered to give him a ride back to his place – but he declined. I don’t think he wanted me to know where he lived – which was okay with me.

The fourth guy asked to come by Sunday night at 21:00 – I almost said no since I usually watch True Blood. I set my TiVo and told him to come on over. He wrote me that he was white, 34, 5’8”, 170, 7” cut cock. He said that he would have as much time as we needed – since he was free for the rest of the evening. He did a good job of describing himself – but he neglected to say that he was handsome as well. We sat on the couch – he was nervous – almost shivering. He told me that he had to confess something: he was married and this was his first time with a guy. He said that he wasn’t sure that he was up for fucking – but he wanted to swap blowjobs. Do these people not read? I wanted to be fucked. This guy was really into kissing – I liked that. He had a firm body – on the hairy side. His cock was hard from the moment he dropped his pants. He licked his way down my body and found my nipples. He really enjoyed torturing my nipples – he had found my weakness – play with my nipples and control me. He moved down and sucked my cock – he was not bad for a beginner. He combined a steady sucking with torturing my tits to send me over the edge. I told him that I was ejaculating and he pulled my cock from his mouth. He watched as I shot my load on my abdomen. He played with the pool of cum. He moved up and lay next to me. Now it was my turn to get him off. His cock fit perfectly down my throat. He wasn’t sure about my finger that was playing with his ass – but enjoyed the feeling of my finger on his prostate. He told me he was about to shoot and tried to pull by head off his cock. When I didn’t pull off he asked, “You really want me to cum in your mouth?” I grunted yes. He gave me a big load – tasted a little bitter. His cock stayed in my mouth – still hard. I remember those days. We held each other and kissed for about another fifteen minutes until he said that his wife was expecting him. I’m not sure if I will see him again – of course up to him. I guess I should send him an email thanking him for a good time.

I did learn a couple of things this past weekend. First, guys do not know how to read. Second, no matter how clear and concise you are about what you are looking for there are always people who show up with their own agenda. It never makes life boring.

Three Massages

2009-08-14T14:34:00.005-04:00

Over the last few days I have had the chance to give massages to three really nice guys. I have always enjoyed the feeling of my hands and mouth on a guy’s body. I have developed a massage technique that some guys think is quite professional – but I would never call myself that. I often joke with my friend Ian that I am the luckiest boy in the world. For those not up on obscure pop culture references, that is the final song that Pee Wee Herman sings in the stage show of Pee Wee’s Playhouse. Pee Wee has been granted his wish to fly. Somewhere in my past I must have made a wish to have sex with cool guys. It seems most of the time my wish comes true.

A & F Guy

Sometimes massages don’t quite work out as I plan. For the last year I have been providing massages to a twenty-three years old graduate student in business. He is the epitome of the Abercrombie and Fitch type. He is impeccably manicured: short spiked but relaxed brown hair; smooth, muscular, cut body with little hair; and shaved pubic area. He has a long uncut cock – one of the most beautiful cocks I have seen. Usually, I massage him, play with his ass and then finish him off with a hand job. He likes me to be naked when I massage him. He has never wanted me to suck him off. But our pattern changed on this past Saturday. I started the massage as usual, played with his ass and spent a fair amount of time massaging his small, firm prostate.

He asked me to come up to the front of the table where his head was. He reached out and grabbed my cock. I was surprise when he took my cock in his mouth. I immediately got hard and he did his best to take all my cock. He told me to get up on the table. I lay on my back with my knees bent. He climbed between my legs and continued to suck me. He was inexperienced – I could tell that by the occasional scrapping of his teach on the sides of my thick cock. I held his head and gently fucked his face. The whole time I was telling him what a good cocksucker he was. He wanted to change position. He sat on the floor next to the massage table, head against the edge, and I straddled his body and fucked his face. He was beating off. I was so turned on. I never thought that this guy would ever be sucking my cock. When I was ready to cum I pulled out of his mouth and started jacking my cock. I figured that he wanted me to cum on his face. Instead, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. I perfectly laid my load on his tongue and then filled his mouth again with my cock. He swallowed my load. He grunted and shot his load. I felt some of his cum hit my left leg. He continued to suck my cock until it went soft.

We decided to have a beer and talk. We moved to my leather sofas. He sat across from me – cock and balls casually flopping on the leather. What a beautiful man! This was the first time we had an extended conversation about anything other than sex. But we did talk about what had just happened. He told me that he was finally comfortable enough with me to try things he had always wanted to do. Eventually, he wants my cock up his ass. I’m up for that!After a couple of beers and intimate conversation I finished the massage. He was going away for a week. We made plans to get together for another beer next week before classes start.

Matt

A couple of nights ago I got a response to a profile that I have on an adult site offering free massages with a happy ending. The guy who sent the message was a graduate student at the university. He had just moved to town and was looking to make some new friends. He wrote that he had never been with a guy before. But there was just something about my offer that intrigued him. His stats were: white, 25 years old, 6’2”, 200 lbs, muscular, 7” cock, smooth all over. He attached a series of pictures that made me immediately respond to his message. This guy was drop dead gorgeous. He had dark hair, a nice tan, and muscles for days and that was before I got to the picture of his cock. What a beautiful cock!

He dropped by early Sunday evening. I could tell he was nervous. We talked for about half an hour. He was from a small town in Oklahoma – had the slight twang in his voice that reminded me of the southwest. There was an attitude about him that I liked – slightly cocky but not arrogant. This was a guy who had probably always gotten what he wanted out of life. I suggested that he get naked and on the massage table. He stood up and removed his short and shirt – this was a guy who went commando. I made a comment about his not wearing underwear. His response was, “I like my balls to swing free.”As soon as I touched his body I realized how muscular he really was. His skin was smooth and sucked up the mineral oil. I always start massaging a guy at his feet while he is on his stomach. By the time I got to his ass he was relaxed and enjoying the feeling. I could have bounced a quarter off his ass it was so firm. As I rubbed between his cheeks he slightly spread his legs. Interesting! My index finger bushed against his anus – he moaned and spread his legs farther apart. He said, “I like my ass played with. I used to have a girl who would do that.” So I played with his ass. He was squirming on the table and I could see his cock snaking its way to an erection between his legs. I leaned in and rimmed him. He said, “Fuck. Never had that done.” As I ate his ass I found his cock with my hand. I then alternated between his cock and ass with my mouth. I had his cock in my mouth when I heard him say, “Here it comes!” He emptied his load in my mouth. My first thought was how much his cum had a mild vanilla taste. I was expecting him to cum and then flee like some straight guys do. But he stayed. I kept massaging as he came down from his orgasm. When he turned over his cock was hard again and he had the biggest grin on his face. Almost like he was saying – you suck and I’ll give you as many loads as you want. Oh to be young!

I was happy to discover that he had sensitive nipples. He had small aureoles and pert firm nipples. I sucked on them and he moaned. By the time I got back down to his cock there was a puddle of pre-cum pooled on his abdomen. I collected it with my tongue and drank every drop. I looked up and he was watching me. He asked, “Do you really like the taste that?” I told him more than he would ever know. He said, “Good, there’s more where that came from.”

I took my time draining him of the second load. But it had just as sweet of a taste as the first. I looked up and he was smiling. He was beautiful. He asked if he could come back sometime. I told him that he had a standing invitation to come by whenever he wanted to. He dressed and I walked him to the lobby of the building. I definitely look forward to his next visit.

Bubba

There are some guys that I meet that I instantly like. Bubba was one of those guys. We met online about three years ago. It took a while to arrange a time for him to come over – he is married and works a swing shift. The first time we got together he was trashed. I picked him up at a local bar to avoid him driving drunk. He’s a handsome guy – salt and pepper hair, tanned skin from hours of golf and yard work, carries a few extra pounds but they look very good on him. I massaged him and then we fell into the bed where I sucked him. We kissed and held each other – I think I was the first guy he had kissed – maybe even the first guy he had been with – not sure if my memory is accurate about that.

We have chatted on a regular basis since then. He has gained a little more experience with guys– the hottest being his experience with several guys at an adult bookstore in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina during a golfing vacation. There were several times that he said he would drop my place – but never did. So I expected that we would remain chat and buddies and that’s it.

This past Wednesday he told me that he would be at the neighborhood bar down the street and wondered if I would like for him to drop by after he played some poker. Of course I did – but fully expected him to back out. For some reason I was particularly horny on Wednesday. I beat off twice at work and once before I went to bed at midnight. About 00:30 my phone rang. It was Bubba – he was downstairs. I buzzed him in and we settled in on the sofa and chatted for a while – he had a beer and I finished a bourbon and coke from earlier in the evening. I rubbed his neck and then he asked for a massage. I watched as he stripped to get on the table. His body aroused me – not perfect –who really has a perfect body? Well, maybe Matt and A & F guy have close to perfect bodies. But attraction is more than about perfection. Bubba’s body felt good under my hands. When I got to his ass I inserted a finger and rubbed his prostate. I ignored the shit that I encountered – I would clean his ass when I was through. His cock stayed limp through most of the massage. But when I started sucking on it his cock came to life. I think that it helped when I kissed him. The more we kissed – the harder he got.

I suggested that we go upstairs to the bed.He followed me upstairs. For the next hour we made out – kissing, cuddling, and sucking. He is a very good cocksucker. Even though I had already ejaculated 3 times that day he almost made me shoot a load – but unfortunately, it just wasn’t going to happen again. But it felt wonderful. We lay in bed – close to each other – sharing a beer. I finished him off with a long, slow blowjob – his cum tasted great. We held each other for a while before he had to leave – it was almost 03:30. I would have been happy if he would have stayed for the rest of the evening - but the realities of the situation probably would not have allowed that. As he left I encouraged him not to wait another two years to come by. For some reason I believe I’ll see him again within the next couple of weeks – but who knows?

From Used to Abuser

2009-08-11T16:15:00.002-04:00

For the last couple of weeks I have been chatting with a guy I met online. He described himself as 32 years old, straight, shaved head, 6’2”, 200 lbs, hairy chest, 8 inch cut cock. He sent me a picture of his body that matched his description. He said he had never been with a guy – but wanted to fuck a guy’s ass just once. He laid out a very specific scene. He wanted me to be fully clothed – except that I would be in a pair of pants with the back seam ripped out. He would come into my apartment, pull out his cock and fuck me. Then he would leave. He wanted nothing else. That was okay with me – but I insisted that he wear a condom. He agreed.

We agreed to meet last Monday night at 20:00. I spent some time on Sunday ripping the rear seam out of a pair of pants. I’d sew them back up after he fucked me. He was on time. I watched as he walked from the parking area toward my building. He was a very handsome guy. I buzzed him in and assumed my position – face down over the arm of the sofa. He entered and locked the door. I heard him open the condom package. He applied lube and then I felt the tip start to enter my ass. He pushed and entered me in one fluid motion. He didn’t fuck me for more than a minute before he started grunting and shot his load. He pulled out, zipped up and then left the apartment. When I stood I saw the used condom on the floor in the entrance hall. It was full of his cum. I flushed it and then got a little angry. What a pig. I still can’t figure out what I got out of his fucking me. It felt good – but didn’t last that long. It was all about him – and that’s okay. He’s now had his cock up a male ass – maybe I will not hear from him again.

The next night I had dinner with a guy who I met one evening while at a local gay bar. He is a cute guy: 29, blonde hair, average body, very much a total bottom. We ate at my place. I stopped by after work and picked up Chinese take-out. We were not five minutes into dinner when he started telling me of the horrid childhood that he had - nasty stories of abuse – both emotional and physical. I’m not sure why he told me those stories. But I figured what the hell. We shared a bottle of wine and ended up in bed. He had an average cock about 5” cut, but explained that he could not ejaculate because of the anti-depressants he was on. By this point I was quickly losing interest. But, my erection stayed firm. He sucked me. It felt good but my mind just wasn’t in the right place to cum. He was so eager to be fucked. I don’t know why but that turned me off. I told him that I never fuck on the first date (Ha!!) and then beat off and came on his face. He left and said that he would be in touch. Two days later I got an email asking when I wanted to get together. I told him that I would get back to him. I haven’t yet.

Wednesday nights are my ping pong league nights from 19:00 to 22:00. This past Wednesday about 23:00 I was home and just climbing into bed when my phone rang. It was a guy I had met a few weeks earlier at the neighborhood pub that is three blocks from my place. He is a single father of 2 boys (9 and 6). He doesn’t seem to have much free time. The first night that we met we swapped blowjobs and he wanted me to fuck him. I wanted to but was a little too drunk. Plus, he had already sucked me dry.

This past Wednesday he said that he had a few hours free and was ready for his fuck. He got it. He is a hot man: 29 years old, about 5’10”, 170, about a 6 inch uncut cock. He was at my place five minutes after he called. We went directly to bed. I smile a little when a construction guy removes his clothes and reveals the skin not tanned during work. In this guy’s case, he obviously worked in shorts and no shirt. There is no other description for this guy other than a hard body – tight, well worked muscles under smooth tanned skin. He sucked my cock and then presented me his ass. I leaned in and licked his hole. He liked that. He had told me that he had only been fucked once – and that was when he was 18. I played with his ass – just putting one finger in was difficult. He asked me to fuck him. I explained that I needed to loosen him up a little. He told me to just put my cock in his ass. So I did – and he felt it. Actually, the neighbors probably heard it because he bellowed like an impaled animal. He asked for it and got it. I could feel his ass clinching around my cock. His discomfort really excited me. I gave him a few seconds to adjust and then I pulled out and slammed back into to his ass. A few of these long strokes and he was feeling more pleasure than pain – or maybe that was me feeling the pleasure. Surprisingly, I shot my load after only fucking him for a few minutes – quick for me. I flipped him over and went down on his cock. I slid my right index finger up his ass. His ass was much looser now and my semen oozed out onto my hand. I found his tight little prostate and roughly massaged it. His balls pulled close to his body, his prostate hardened and he shot a huge load down my throat. We both collapsed on the bed and lay there in silence for about 15 minutes just stroking one another’s body. It was a nice moment. At about 01:00 he got up and said that he had to be at work at 06:00. He said he would be by again when he could safely get away. I was surprised when he hugged and kissed me as he left.

Summer 2009 Update

2009-08-11T13:01:00.002-04:00

It has been a good summer – even with the drama of the psycho stalker.

I’ve continued to see my regular guys. The fratboy drops by once a week – sometimes twice a week. We suck and fuck and I slip $60 in his pocket when he leaves. Strangely, I’m not bothered at all by giving money to this cute guy. But I do wonder sometimes what would happen if I cut off funding. I think he would continue to come by – he was a regular before the money. But the arrangement is working well as it is now.

I got a call in late July from the football player. It was a Sunday afternoon. He asked if I could pick him up at our regular spot. The same place that I had been picking him up sometimes three times a week since we first met. My ass had finally gotten accustomed to being fucked by his huge cock. I purchased an enema attachment for my shower that works well. It gives me a deep clean – even as deep as football player’s cock goes. He was particularly passionate that day. I sucked him off. We talked. He fucked me twice. I was about midnight when we got out of bed. He asked, “Do you have a box big enough to put my television?” That was a strange question. I said I didn’t. But I was sure that a UPS store might. I jokingly asked, “Why, are leaving town?” He said that he was – he was taking a plane to North Carolina the next day. Seemed he could not maintain the required grade point ration to continue playing football here. He got emotional. I hugged him and he cried on my shoulder. It was an unexpected and open moment. I took him back to his apartment and kissed him one last time.

He made his plane the next day and is now playing football at another institution. Luckily, it is a school that is associated with one of the grants that I administer. I am scheduled to do a series of focus groups there next spring. When I told him that on one of our telephone calls he perked up and said he would clear his schedule during the evenings for that week. I was dreading those focus groups – but now I see that it could be a good week.

Johnny and I have gotten together about every other week. I still go to his house late at night but I’ve started carrying along my massage table – it is better than massaging him on the floor. He enjoys the feeling of my hands and mouth on his body. On my second visit he asked if he could fuck me – he had never had his cock in an ass. I laid face down on the massage table and he roughly entered my ass. I had already sucked him off so I was in for a long ride. He was a good fucker. He pounded my ass with long and deep strokes. I could feel his chest hair on my back as he humped me. After about thirty minutes he shot his load in my ass. He collapsed on my back and we relaxed until his cock slid from my ass. It was a nice feeling. The next thing that I heard was light snoring. Johnny had fallen asleep. I decided that I would give him a few minutes before I moved him. When he climbed off my back I packed my stuff and went home. I got several emails from him over the next couple of days thanking me for giving him my ass. I told him that I enjoyed it as much as he did.

I’ve been receiving emails all summer from the sub wanna be. He got wrapped up in course work at the end of last spring semester. Between his busy semester and my travelling schedule we never got together. That will change in two weeks when he comes back for the fall semester. He is ready and so am I. It will be interesting to see if both our expectations are met.

Alpha male made a return this summer. My friend Catherine was visiting from South Carolina and we decided to go to a local festival. We ate and drank and had a great time. I was at the beer table when I felt a punch on my arm. I turned to see the alpha male smiling at me. He asked where the fuck I had been. He had stopped by a couple of times and I was not at home. I asked why he hadn’t called. Turns out he lost his phone and lost my number. I gave him my number – he programmed it into his phone. He was at the festival with his girlfriend. When we got our beers he introduced me to his girlfriend and I introduced him to Catherine. I told him that Catherine would be around for the next few days. He said he would be in touch and we headed our separate ways.

As soon as he was gone Catherine turned to me and said, “You’ve slept with him, haven’t you?” I confirmed that I had. She said, “Lucky you!” We laughed and that’s all that was said.I got a call from Alpha Male about a week later. It was late. He had been drinking. It was 02:00 on a Friday evening. When I buzzed him in and he entered my place it was apparent that he was ready to fuck. And we did. He threw me a vicious fuck. He stayed the night and left the next day at about 18:00. He had a date at 20:00. I was limp as a wrung dishrag when he left. We had fucked and sucked. I fell asleep with my face in his ass and awaken with his cock up my ass. No better way to wake-up. He drops by every once in a while – usually late at night.

Since leaving South Carolina I have stayed in contact with Sarge, Beau and Jeff. I haven’t seen them for about two years – since we took a fishing trip to Slough Creek in Montana in the spring of 2007. We camped, fished and fucked for a week. Fun was had by all. I’ve always extended an open invitation to the guys to come up for a football game. Well finally they are coming – I’ll pick them up in Indianapolis on Thursday night and they will be here until Monday night. I’m looking forward to their visit.

Fuck You!

2009-07-29T11:46:00.002-04:00

I’ve known for years that it was easy to find out tons of things about a person if you have a few simple pieces of information: phone number and email address. I never thought that I would be on the receiving end of a campaign of hate because another person – who can only be described as troubled – has one of my contact items.

About six months ago I started receiving emails from a person who lives in my home state of Indiana. We chatted for a while – I didn’t divulge too much personal information. I never knew if I was speaking to a male or female – but guessed it was a male. After I published the story about meeting up with the black football player, the timbre of our conversations changed. Suddenly, I was pummeled with hateful racist and anti-gay language. I thought that I had left that kind of thinking back in the South when I moved to the Midwest – but Indiana was the home of the rebirth of the Ku Klux Klan in the early 20th century. .. After receiving the first of these rants I told this person to not contact me again. I blocked the email address and thought it was over.

A couple of days went by and I started receiving more hateful messages from about six different email accounts – but all from the same bigot. I would block an address and a new one would be created. Obviously this person had a lot of time on his/her hands.

I could care less if my identity is revealed. Hell, ask I will tell you. I care that there is an asshole who is attempting to track down the guys with whom I fuck. I went back and reread my blog – searching for anything that could identify any of my friends. I made a few changes just in case. At this point I had decided to lay off blog entries for a while and see if the hateful emails stopped. They didn’t.

The emails got worse. They became more threatening and amounted to not so veiled threats of violence. There were threats of cutting off my genitals and stuffing them down my throat. I called a friend who is a detective on the local police department. I knew that he would deal with this in a confidential and professional manner. I gave him all of the emails and email addresses. The detective responded to each of the email addresses using his departmental email address. He explained to the bigot that what was happening was against the law and that he was investigating a crime. He told the hateful person to stop threatening me or the case would be turned over to the Justice Department. Always good to have a voice of authority on my side. I need to take that detective out for drinks.

I got one more email from the bigot deriding me for not being man enough to fight my own battles. My two word response was, “Fuck You!”

So I’m back to writing regardless of what threats I get. This is just a stupid little blog that tells the story of my sex life. I have no idea how that could possibly upset anyone. If you don’t like it, don’t read it – that simple.

Eulogy

2009-06-15T14:25:00.001-04:00

I just received a call from my best friend Daniel in South Carolina who told me of the death of a mutual friend. Our mutual friend’s name was Michael. I first saw Michael when I sang in a church choir in Columbia, South Carolina. I’ve never been a religious person – but the extra cash from being a paid singer in a church choir was often my only source of income during the years when I was a poor graduate student. These days I have no use for church or religion. I often noticed a tall, handsome man sitting with the elderly mother of one of the female members of the choir. It was obvious that he was into guys. Few cute guys under 40 who entered the church escaped his cruising gaze. I was surprised to learn he was the husband of the female choir member.

I first met Michael on a hot and humid summer day in 1988. I had a free afternoon and decided to spend it sucking cock at a parking area on I-20 between Augusta, Georgia and Columbia, South Carolina. One day I need to write more about my encounters at the I-20 rest areas.
It is amazing how clear my memory is of that afternoon – clear memory aided by my daily journal. I had already sucked a few trucker cocks. Mine was the only car left in the parking area. I was engrossed in reading when I heard a car door slam closed. I looked in my mirror and saw a black Pontiac Fiero about six parking spaces down from mine. Walking toward the woods was the tall, handsome guy from church. He was wearing only camouflaged pants and a boots. His upper body was bare and beautiful – tanned and hair in all the right places. I got out of my car and followed him. About one hundred yards into the woods, I entered a clearing and he was standing with his pants open and his cock out. I was a long and thick piece of meat. I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. It expanded to a length of seven or eight inches. I sucked for a while and when he was about to ejaculate he pulled me up and kissed me. He told me to suck his tits. I sucked and bit them until they were tender and swollen.

He pulled off my shirt and removed my pants. I was a little surprised when he dropped to his knees and sucked my cock. He was one of the most talented cocksuckers I have ever had go down on me. He liked it rough. I grabbed the back of his head and pounded his face. I would pull back when I felt my orgasm approaching. He was masturbating while he sucked me. He shot two loads on to the ground between my feet. He took every drop when I finally decided to feed him my load. He stayed on my cock – almost as if having my cock in his mouth was the best thing in the world. We heard another vehicle pull in to the parking area and the moment was over.

His car was leaving the parking area when I exited the woods. The next Wednesday at church choir rehearsal I told Daniel of the great encounter I had with the tall, handsome guy. He told me that he had heard that Michael fooled around with guys and we talked about Michael’s big cock and sucking ability. I finally was introduced to Michael at a Christmas choir party. He was cool – and pulled me aside at one point and asked if I wanted to have dinner sometime. I said sure – but it never happened.

Michael was a pilot for a major airline. I can only imagine the fun that a handsome man like him had as he traveled the world. In the late 1990s, Michael started losing weight and was hospitalized after experiencing a rare form of pneumonia. His body was racked with opportunistic infections. He looked like the walking dead. The story we heard from the female choir member was that Michael had a rare form of diabetes that was controllable. She took him to doctors outside of Columbia. I’m no dummy. I had seen these infections in my friends who died of AIDS in the early 1980s. For the last year and a half Michael had been in a catatonic state – kept alive by feeding tubes. The family decided to withhold nourishment and Michael died. All funeral arrangements are being handled by a distant funeral home. The cause of death is stated as “death after a lengthy illness.”

I don’t know why I am so angry after hearing about Michael’s death. We never had an emotional connection of any kind. He sucked my cock and I enjoyed it. Maybe it has to do with the hypocrisy of the entire situation. His obituary describes him as the perfect husband and devoted citizen – forget the jeopardy in which he placed his wife’s health by his careless actions or the many men who had sex with him after he acquired the virus. His life was a lie. But I don’t know what arrangement that couple had – I only know what I observed. Maybe I am angry because he is being given a memorial service in a Presbyterian church that refuses to accept gay clergy and has a history of hatred toward gays. Maybe I’m angry because Michael is another person I know who has died of AIDS – and I am mad as hell that so many people have died. I’m really not sure how to explain my anger – usually I have no problem expressing myself through writing.

Michael lived and died in the closet. Even the disease that killed him was masked to prevent having to explain how he acquired it. I’ll try to remember him as the beautiful man he was on a hot day in summer when he seemed so happy to be on his knees sucking my cock. That is the most honest eulogy I can deliver.

Telephone Pole

2009-06-11T13:12:00.002-04:00

I’m not really sure if I should write about one of the guys that I have been seeing for the last month. I met him on a site used by younger guys to find older men. His picture immediately caught my interest: nice smile, incredible body and a huge cock. One Monday night at about 21:00, I sent him a message with a picture attached and within five minutes had a response, “What are you doing now? Come over.” and he gave me an address on the west side of the city. He stated in his profile that he was strictly a top – just looking to be sucked and to fuck a tight ass. I recognized the name on his Yahoo account – so I knew exactly who I was heading off to fuck. I did my usual pre-fuck routine – gave myself a thorough enema and put a little lube up my ass.

His apartment was within four blocks of my campus office. I parked on the street and found his apartment. The door was open and he was sitting in a recliner watching an episode of “The Andy Griffith Show.” He stood when I entered. He was only wearing a pair of baggy athletic shorts. His apartment was sparsely furnished – but clean – much cleaner than any student apartment I had visited. We chatted for a very little while. He told me he had arrived on campus early and had a couple of weeks to himself – his roommates arrived on June 1. There was little talking after that. I ran my hands over his smooth chest and played with his nipples. They became erect. His skin was so smooth and so black. I knelt before him and sucked his cock through his shorts. His was a big cock! He was hard and it must have been ten inches. I pulled down his shorts and licked his balls. He was encouraging me and telling me how good I was. I licked along the underside of his cock and then sucked on the head. His cock was leaking pre-seminal fluids – what an incredible taste.

I spent the next fifteen minutes or so sucking his cock. I finally worked that monster all the way down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and his knees literally buckled. He mumbled something about me being the first person to take his cock all the way – but if true, that was cool. He pulled me up and kissed me. I was surprised. He kissed with such passion. As he kissed me, he removed my clothes and played with my ass. He said we should go into his bedroom. He apologized for not having any sheets on his bed. I guess that some things, like sheets, don’t matter much to a twenty-year-old.

He pushed me face down on the bed. He asked me if I had brought lube. I had. He lubed his cock and my ass. I felt the tip of his cock on my anus and then he pushed. It felt like a telephone pole was being pushed up my ass. When his cock was all the way up my ass – he gave my hole a while to adjust and then started fucking me. He was a masterful top. My cock was hard and the stimulation of my prostrate was so intense. He reached under and jacked my cock. I told him I was cumming and he caught my cum in his hand. He brought his hand to my mouth and fed me my own cum. I ate every drop.

He pounded my ass. I wasn’t sure if I could take much more – but he was really into fucking me. I held on – there was no stopping now. Eventually, he grunted and shot his load deep in my ass. He kept his cock up my ass and lay on my back. We stayed that way for a while – until his cock softened and slipped out of my ass. He rolled me over and kissed me again. We both got up and washed. He said that he would soon be in touch and I went home.

My ass was so sore and tender. But two days later, when he called at about midnight, I was back at that apartment getting fucked. I was there almost every other night until June 1. His body is so cut that on one occasion I joked about him having 0% body fat. He smiled and said, “Well, actually it is 3%.” Now that his roommates are in town I see less of him – only once a week now. He calls, I pick him up, bring him back to may place and about four hours later I take him home.
I know that I am not the only guy he has fucked – and that doesn’t bother me. I was talking with a chat buddy about two weeks ago. My chat buddy told me about meeting a guy online, going to his apartment – the same apartment I had often visited. Turns out the guy would only let my chat buddy suck him a little and my chat buddy wimped out after only a few inches of the cock up his ass. The guy never even came. I never let my chat buddy know of the fun I had – and continue to have.

I’ve left out many details that might identify this new guy for a good reason. He is a starter on my University’s football team. His was a name I immediately recognized when I saw his email. I have often screamed it as he was making a spectacular play. Now I scream it as he is fucking my ass raw.

Late Night Massage and BJ

2009-05-26T15:26:00.001-04:00

I’ve spent the last two weekends flying back and forth to Georgia to see my Dad. He fell about a month ago and broke his hip and femur. He is healing well for an 85 year old guy – but being in the rehab center is tough on his mind. The nice thing is that I am racking up some frequent flier miles.

But I’ve still had a few noteworthy encounters. I was browsing Craigslist on a Monday night when I ran across an ad looking for a massage.

wanting a good massage and first BJ - m4m - 23 (my place)
6', 190lbs, white, wanting a good massage and my first blow job. if this sounds good to you hit me up before i change my mind cause this can only happen tonight. be real and ready to come over if not don't respond.

I emailed him and offered my services. It took about an hour for him to respond. He told me where he lived – turned out his house was about five blocks from my place. We switched from email to text messages. So at midnight on Monday night I headed out with my bottle of oil to give a massage and suck cock. His directions were a little off. He told me to turn right when he meant left and I ended up lost – a typical occurrence in my world. Finally I found his house. I was greeted by a large friendly dog – a chow who seemed to like me. Sitting on the porch and drinking a beer was the guy I was there to meet. He was attractive: spiked, short, blonde hair; a day’s growth of beard on his face. He offered me a beer and we sat on the porch and talked. He had worked at a factory until two years ago when he was laid off. He just finished a two-year degree in social work and was looking for a job. He shares the house with his fiancée and their one-year-old son. The fiancée and the son were visiting her parents for the night. I liked this guy – he was friendly and somewhat nervous. But also because he was the epitome of the handsome corn-fed Midwestern guy – how I love that type!

We talked for about thirty minutes before heading into the living room. He asked where I wanted to massage him. I suggested that he spread a comforter on the floor and I watched as he got undressed. His chest was covered in blonde hair. His soft cock swung between his legs – a nice cock – about five inches and cut. As I usually do, I started the massage at his right foot. He moaned as I massaged his foot. I licked his toes. He liked that. I worked my way up his leg and then did the other leg. His ass was covered with blonde hair. As I massaged his ass my finger found his anus. His response was, “Oh fuck!” I played with him – never penetrating his ass with my finger – but just light massages. I rubbed his taint and felt his balls. I could tell he was hard. I put my face in his ass and ate him. He loved it. He was writhing with each touch of my tongue on his anus. I ate his ass for a good ten minutes. But I needed to get back to the massage – and I didn’t want him to cum too soon. His back muscles were tight – but loosened up under the strength of my hands.

I love massaging a guy’s head. He laughed as I massaged through the stiff spikes of his hair. He said that next time he would not spike his hair. Good – he was thinking of a next time.
I was impressed when he flipped over on his back. His cock had grown to a good seven inches and was drooling precum. I massaged his face and across his chest. His nipples were sensitive. I squeezed them and they immediately became erect. His eyes were fixed on me as I played with his tits. He said that he had never felt anything like that before. It seems he had never played with or had a woman play with his nipples. How is that possible? I sucked on his right nipple – then his left. He grabbed the back of my head and forced me down harder on to his chest.
I licked my way down his body to his cock. His balls were drawn up and there was a large pool of precum on his abdomen. I licked it up. It tasted fantastic. I wanted to give this guy the best blowjob he had ever had. I took his cock all the way down my throat. He shouted, “Fuck!” and then shot his load down my throat. It was a large load. I kept sucking and he stayed hard. I looked up and asked if he had another load for me. He said he needed to piss and he would give me a couple more if I had the time. It was now about 02:30 – I would make the time.

He sat on the couch when he came back from the bathroom. I went back to his cock and tasted a bit of piss – I wondered if one day I could convince him to let me drink his piss. That night he gave me two more loads. I ate his ass and tortured his tits for another two hours. He was enjoying this experience. He finally said that I had drained him and that he needed to get to bed – but that he wanted to get together again. I told him anytime – he knew how to get in touch with me. As I left he hugged me and thanked me for a good first-time experience. I decided to stop by a local diner and have breakfast before heading home. I say breakfast – I had a cheeseburger and fries. When I got home, I grabbed my work clothes and went to the gym. The workout felt good and it was nice to have the showers to myself. I’m not sure how I made it through that Tuesday – but somehow I was productive. Two weekend ago – when I got off the plane in Georgia – I received a text message.

Hows it going this is Johnny my fiancé is at work all night and was wondering if u would give me a good massage again just got done playing softball

I had to text back that I was out of town. He responded that he would be in touch next week – so I’m looking forward for a repeat.

Confused and Frightened

2009-05-12T14:33:00.003-04:00

I had been getting along nicely with the Junior Sadist. A couple of weekends ago he came by and we spent about seven hours fucking, sucking and holding each other. That is why I was really surprised to get the following email yesterday:

I don't think we should see/talk to/message/email each other anymore. I am sure this is confusing since we had always enjoyed each others company when we talked and when we met, but I want to be clear that I don't ultimately have a desire for the type of relationship that we have cultivated. In fact, I have never really been comfortable with gay relationships...even before I had met with the first guy over three years ago I have struggled with the moral and social implications of a gay lifestyle as well as its implications on my desire to have a family of my own in the future.

This is why I have known for a while that a gay lifestyle or a gay split life (where I meet with guys in secret) are not lifestyles that I wished to adopt. It was only when I denied this and denied who I really am and what I really want in life did I seek you and other guys out. Also, over the course of the last three years, my fascination with meeting up with guys has became so intense that I sometimes have felt out of control with it. That is why I think it is in my best interest to end our relationship now.

I am sorry for the confusion, and I do not want you to take this as a rejection of you, but as a rejection of a lifestyle and a way of relating. I also ask that you do not contact me to make the transition easier for me.

My initial reaction was, “What the fuck!” I thought about messaging him and relaying how sad I was that he hated himself so. I wanted to explain that his conflict was normal for questioning people. He was internalizing the hate that society heaps of LGBT people. This was his closet speaking. But I didn’t write all of that to him. I can’t do a thing about his self-hate. If he wants to have a wife and kids so badly that he denies his true sexuality – that’s his choice. I feel nothing but pity for him. He is such a sweet guy. I feel bad for him because I see torment and more self hate in his future. He may stay away from guys for a while and keep telling himself that he is doing a good thing – but eventually he’ll end up sucking or fucking behind his wife’s back – she may never find out – but the betrayal and self-hate will eventually eat him alive. He may one day come to grips with his sexuality - but only after wasting so many years.

But I’m not a fortune teller. I may be totally wrong. He may “transition” from having sex with men and forever be happy in a heterosexual relationship. But he will always crave cock and ass. I wish him happiness. But I will miss his visits.

Biker Bottom Boy

2009-05-04T15:36:00.002-04:00

The end of a semester is always hectic – but this year seems to be particularly busy. Over the past two weeks I’ve been working long hours but luckily have had a little time to play. I’ve had regulars visits by: the junior sadist, the frat boy. I’ve had long Skype calls with Trent and the Marine – I miss those guys.

A couple of Friday nights ago I went to a local bar with a couple of straight friends. It was a bar on the east side of the city – kind of a seedy place that is popular with locals. My friends were looking for women – seems this was a good bar to pick-up easy women. We had taken a taxi to the bar – all of us wanted to drink – and we did. By midnight, my friends had each paired off with women – real trashy women – but just what the guys were looking for. I was playing pool and having a nice conversation with a biker type guy. He was probably in his late thirties, 6’3”, thin but solid body, blonde stubble on his face, deep baby blue eyes, had a black bandana of his head, spoke with a Boston accent. We were equally matched in pool and split the games evenly. We were playing for drinks and I was getting a little drunk. It seemed like we were the only two people in the bar. At one point I had to go take a piss. I was not in the toilet for more than a minute before the biker type came in and took the urinal next to mine. I shook off the last drops of piss and I swear I saw him look at my cock. But I was sure it was just in my mind.

Back at the pool table, he started asking more personal questions – was I married, had a girl? I told him I was gay and that I was single. He said he didn’t have a problem with that and we went back to playing pool. It was now about 02:00 and I needed to get home. I called a cab and said good night to the biker. As I stood outside waiting on the cab – the biker came out and actually was mounting a Harley that was parked in front of the bar. I asked if he was okay to drive and he said he would have no problem. He asked if he could call me sometime. I gave him my card and told him to call or email anytime. My cab came and I was in bed by 03:00.

The following Wednesday I got a message on my instant messenger inviting me to become the friend of a name I did not recognize. I accepted and then was surprised that is was the biker. Over the next couple of days we chatted and he relayed a story of how his ex-girl friend was domineering and would often fist him. She also would tie him up, humiliate him, invite strange men to fuck him and then fuck her while he watched. He no longer sees her. But he has been thinking about what it would like to be with a guy. He asked if I would be interested in getting together. We set a time for him to come by the next evening at 18:00.

He was on time. I buzzed him in and when he entered my apartment I told him to strip. His cock was small – maybe three inches hard. I commented on his small cock and told him that I understood why his ex-girl had opted to fist him and then be fucked by other guys. I could tell that he was getting off on the humiliation. I leaned against the table and told him to get on his knees and suck my cock. He was tall, so he had to hunch a little to suck me. I wasn’t easy on his mouth. This was not going to be gentle on him. I slammed my cock in his mouth and he gagged. I grabbed the back of his head and forced his mouth on my cock. His throat was tight. He struggled to breath and I let him. He almost threw up. I moved to sit on the couch and he got on his knees between my legs. I eventually trained his throat to take my cock – but it was still a chore for him. He was doing everything in his power to please me.

I decided it was time to fuck him. I took him into the room where I have my massage table. I pushed him on the table with his ass in the air. I lubed up my cock and his ass. My cock went all the way in his ass on the first thrust. He let out a loud grunt. I pounded that boy with everything I had. After about fifteen minutes of fucking he asked me to stop – he had to shit. I let him up and waited until he was though. When he came back, I put him on his back and watched his face as I fucked him. He reached down and started playing with his tiny cock. I was calling him my tiny cocked bitch, biker slut – anything that I could think of – some came out kind of sounding stupid.

He shot a good size load. His ass clamped down tight on my cock. But then his ass got to sensitive for my cock. Note to self: he doesn’t ever cum before I finish fucking him. I moved to his head, pulled his body toward me so that his head was hanging over the edge of the table and fucked his mouth. He tasted his own ass on my cock. When I came, I pulled out and shot my load on his face. I then rubbed it into his skin and told him to get dressed and get the hell out of my house. He asked if he could come back. I told him to contact me – I’d consider it. He left with cum still on his face.

I got a note from him today:

Him: did i not please you
Me: Yes you did - very much - I have just been very busy with work and have had little free time. We will get together again - my schedule will free up next week - then you'll get my cock again.

He really is a hot guy with a fine ass and mouth. I don’t think that I will make him wait until next week.

An Active Week

2009-04-21T17:26:00.004-04:00

I had a wonderful sex-free couple of days last weekend – much needed time to catch up on my sleep and get my wacky allergies under control. I was active last week.

Last Monday night was spent on web cam with the Ball Boy. Last year he moved up to the major leagues. He has turned into a well respected and well paid ball player. Monday was a travel day for his team. On Monday night after he had dinner with his team mates and telephoned his wife, we spent the evening catching up and talking dirty to each other. Usually we just talk on the phone. But he has a new laptop with a high pixel camera and quality microphone. It was good to see and hear him – almost like being there. He showed me a dildo that he had purchased and then rammed it up his ass. It was still nice to know that only my cock and that dildo had been up his ass. We chatted until about midnight. We both shot a couple of loads. He asked when he could come to visit. Looks like he will be visiting in October - I’ll take him to The Ohio State football game. I always feel good after speaking with the Ball Boy. He gets more handsome as he gets older. There are times when I’ll get texts from him – sometimes a little bawdy and sometimes to just to say hello. He is definitely one of the good guys.

Tuesday afternoon I received a text massage from FratJock. It had been almost six months since I last heard from him. He found a new girlfriend about a year ago who kept close tabs on him. She was so possessive he didn’t want to risk her following him to my place – so he stopped coming by. He broke up with her about two weeks – good riddance! He said that he needed to drop by Tuesday evening if I was available. He came by at about 20:00. He had gained about 20 pounds and it looked good on him – more muscle than fat. He didn’t want a massage – just asked if we could go upstairs to the bed. Cool with me. Long ago we had progressed from the dildo up his ass to my cock up his ass. So I fucked him and drained a couple loads from his cock before we fell asleep. I awoke to him jacking my cock. He nuzzled my neck and asked me to fuck him again. I love fucking in the morning. He gets such a pained look on his face when he is being fucked – I like it. I masturbated him as I fucked him. He came before I did and coated his abdomen with his cum. I pulled out, took the condom off and added my cum to his. We went back to sleep until the alarms sounded at 06:30. I reluctantly got up and showered and then went downstairs while FratJock took a shower. I served him breakfast and headed out to work. I’m fascinated by FratJock. He takes my cock up his ass but will not kiss me or suck my cock – but I’m not complaining.

I spent four hours with the Frat Boy on Wednesday - actually seems that Wednesday nights are becoming a regular meeting time for us. I love sucking Frat Boy’s cock. Ii is long and thick and is a challenge to deep throat – but I do. I know he likes that. But even better is the feeling of his big cock in my ass. He was particularly randy on Wednesday night. He fucked me and then I returned the favor. We got a little drunk and a little high and really enjoyed each other. He had to leave by 22:30 – seemed it was hell night at his fraternity house. He told me some of the things that would done to the pledges – and all I can say is that lots of alcohol probably led to naked frat boys frolicking in the hallways. Too bad cameras were not allowed.

Thursday at work was a pain in the ass. I spent the day dealing with bureaucratic shitheads. I got home at about 19:00 and had a few drinks, watched a movie and then headed to bed. I was awakened by the phone – the clock read 01:16. It was the Plowman. He wanted to know if I was up for a visitor. I told him to come over. I know so much for not seeing him again after his behavior the last time we were together – I’m weak. But since our last meeting he has sent many apologetic emails and even a certificate from Planned Parenthood that he is STD-free and HIV-negative. He had been laid off his job a couple of months ago. I let him in and we went to bed. He had been out drinking – I could smell the beer on his breath and the cigarette stench on his clothes. He wanted to fuck – and he pounded me hard. Call me a hypocrite – but we did it raw. He fucked me, shot his load in me and then fucked me again. He fucked me for what seemed like forever – but was actually only an hour. My ass was a little sore when he shot his second load. And then it was over. He got up, dressed and left. I was left in a puddle of sweat and semen feeling like a slut who had just been rode hard and put up wet. What a nice feeling that was. I didn’t even change the sheets. I woke the next morning to the smells of our sex. I beat off and shot my load on the sheet before I showered for work.

So by last Friday, I was ready for a rest from sex – it is good to have a quiet weekend – every once in a while.

Two Very Different 23 Year-Olds – The Second

2009-04-12T22:23:00.001-04:00

The second 23 year-old knew exactly what he wanted and was not afraid to ask for it. I received a message on Friday night from a guy who was direct about what he wanted:

Just got back from deployment in Afghanistan – 23, 6’3”, horny and I need to be fucked.

I went to his profile and viewed his pictures – what a stud! He was of Italian heritage. Imagine the best Army recruiting poster boy that you have seen – he looked that good. Muscular upper body, hairy chest and tattoos on both upper arms. He had the face of a boy but the body of a warrior. He had posted pictures of himself in his Army uniform – never sure if that is a good idea. We exchanged a few messages over Friday night. He was worried that I would not like him – seems he had gained a few pounds since his pictures were taken. I told him not to worry – just to get his ass to my place so we could have some fun. He asked for a picture of my cock – I sent it. On Saturday he sent me his phone number. I sent him a text with my address and the directions to my place. He was about five minutes away partying with a group of buddies. He asked if he should shower – I told him to come on over.

When he entered my apartment I was dwarfed by his size. He had to be taller than 6’3.” He hugged me and immediately reached for my cock. He smelled of cigarettes and beer. He looked just like his pictures – his supposed weight gain wasn’t evident to me. He pulled down my pants, dropped to his knees and sucked my cock. It was awkward because he was so tall. Once I sat on the couch he was more comfortable. He was a pro cocksucker. He sucked me for a while and then stood up and removed his clothes. He had trimmed the hair on his chest – but what struck me was how large the areola were around his nipples – a good two inches wide. I sucked on his nipples and they got hard. His cock was nice – about six inches and uncut. His crotch was a little funky smelling – but that was okay. He reclined on his back on the couch and spread his legs and presented me his ass. Maybe I should have encouraged him to take a shower. His ass was dirty – flecks of toilet paper. I got a washcloth and cleaned him up. That actually was kind hot for me.
Once I cleaned him, he said, “You want my ass, Daddy?” Now I don’t usually go for the Daddy stuff – sometimes it makes me feel old – but it seemed totally appropriate here. He was old enough to be my son. I went with it. I ate his ass in preparation of fucking it. It had an incredible smell – the pepper smell I love so much. Why do some guy’s asses smell like pepper? I reached for a condom and he said, “No, please, I want your cum to fill my ass.” For about four seconds I thought about – he gets regular tests in the Army and I just got my test results back last Wednesday that I’m still HIV negative and STD-free. I decided to go with it. I lubed up my cock and started into his ass. He told he had not been fucked in a year – and he was tight. By the time I bottomed out he was twisted into a little ball – his legs pushed back over his shoulders and his ass at the perfect level for a good pounding. I’ve never been one to cum quickly. I fucked him for at least 30 minutes. He was cussing and at one point I thought that he would cry. I looked into his eyes and saw happiness tempered with a little fear. He kept telling me how good it felt and how much he wanted Daddy’s cum in his ass. His cock had gone soft. At one point I felt my orgasm approaching and pulled out to avoid shooting. He pleaded for me to put my cock back in him. So I did – one long rough stroke that I know he felt – and may still feel today.

He kept telling me he wanted me to fill him up – toward the end of the fuck he was literally begging for me to cum in him. I did. It was an incredible orgasm. I kept fucking him after I came. Finally I pulled out and dropped to my knees. I sucked on his ass and he gave me some of my own cum. I sucked on his cock and he got hard again. With the combination of my throat and my finger rubbing against his prostate, he came hard and dumped a big load down my throat. I sucked him until he went soft.

He said he needed to be leaving. He had told his buddies that he was going to buy some cigarettes. I wonder what his friends thought when he got back from a run to the store reeking of sex? He was heading to his post in Kentucky on Monday – but would regularly be visiting since this is his hometown. He told me to call him anytime because he enjoyed talking with me. Had we talked much? Not that I knew of – but I wanted to stay in touch with this guy.

Within two hours of our fuck his profile on the hook-up site was deleted. I sent him a text today telling him what a great ass he had and that I would fuck it anytime he was in town. I also mentioned that I noticed his ad had been deleted. He texted back that he would be in touch and that he didn’t need that ad anyone – he had found the Daddy who would fuck him when he was in town. It is always nice to be appreciated.

Two Very Different 23 Year-Olds – The First

2009-04-12T21:01:00.001-04:00

This past week I had hook-ups with a couple of guys who are 23 years-old. They could not have been more different experiences. Late last week I received a message from a guy who is a student in the College of Technology who saw my ad on an adult hook-up site. Here is his message:

HIM: i'm new to the thought of a guy. your testimonials speak very highly and i like your pictures. i think i could be very comfortable in your care. please let me know what you think and we could meet up. i'm looking forward to it I'm not into guys at all but i am very intrigued about giving and receiving oral from them, kinda a home court advantage. i want to see where it is different from women. I also really want to explore a fascination with anal stimulation. I think i could really get into that. let me know where it goes from here.

I told him that he should come over one night we would explore his fascination with anal stimulation. I gave him my phone number and told him to call or text me if he wanted to come over. On Monday night at about 23:00 we had a texting fest. He told me about loving his best male friend so much that they double teamed a chick one night. But his friend couldn’t keep an erection. He told me he had a steady girlfriend. He had participated in football, baseball and wrestling in high school. Was a walk-on for baseball during his freshman year in college. He was ready to come over – but didn’t want to impose. He felt intimidated for some reason. I told him to come by. He asked if he needed to shave. I told him no – just come as he was. Strangely, he lives three blocks from me – he was buzzed the call box in five minutes.

He was more attractive than I anticipated. Actually, he was drop-dead gorgeous. He had blonde hair – worn in a crew cut. His deep blue eyes almost glittered when he smiled and he smiled a lot. I could tell he was a little drunk – actually he told me he had been out with friends to watch the NCAA final basketball game. He thanked me for seeing him. Before he took his clothes off he apologized because his cock was not very large. I asked what he had planned on shaving? He said his crotch area. He had talked on line with a guy about two years ago who stopped all conversation when he discovered that the 23 year-olds body was not shaved. So he just thought all gay guys wanted shaved body parts. I explained that was not necessary – he just always needed to be himself. The more he showed his body the more I liked him. He had a firm hairy ass. His chest was covered in dense blonde hair. His cock was not at all below average – actually as it stiffen up it was a good seven inches. I asked why he thought his cock was small. He said that all the guys in porn were bigger than him. I told him to stop watching porn. As soon as I touched his ass he began moaning. He told me he had ordered a dildo that had not yet been delivered. He was using the round end of a hair brush to fuck himself. That hurt just thinking about it.

He was very comfortable with me touching his body and eventually he was groping my cock. He loved the stimulation my finger was giving his prostate. I kept my finger in his ass and turned him over. I deep throated his cock and it didn’t take long for him to shoot down my throat. I suggested that we go upstairs to the bedroom.

I lay back and let him explore my body. He sucked my cock – not bad for a first timer. He played with my ass and swallowed every drop of my load when I ejaculated. He kept playing with my ass. By now he was hard again. I climbed on him, slid on the condom and impaled myself on his cock. He had the biggest smile on his face. I rode him for a good twenty minutes – he played with my nipples – I liked his rough touch. When he shot – it was my turn to fuck him. He took it like a trooper. I fucked him while he was on his back so that I could see his face. He was in ecstasy as I plowed his ass. He matched my hard thrusts with grunts and groans. When I came and collapsed on top of him time seemed frozen. We talked and held each other until 04:30. He told me his life plans and was excited about becoming friends. Hell, he even offered to take me flying – he has his license and I guess a plane. He seemed so into what we were doing. He was comfortable and really happy with what had just happed. He wasn’t sure about kissing – he complained that my stubble was too rough for his face. We ended the morning at 05:30 with a hug at the door and a promise from him to be in touch soon. I felt like we had made a real connection – maybe I needed to start picking out a china pattern.

I sent him a text the next day hoping that he wasn’t dragging too much and to reinforced what a great time I had the previous evening. He responded that he had a good time as well. I always worry about over communicating with guys. When do you let them contact you? I decided to wait for him to contact me. He did – the next evening while I was shopping in Target. I felt as if I had been punched in the stomach.

HIM: How is your day?
Me: Hey – been good so far. How about yours?
HIM: mine is good too, I wanted to thank you again for the other night. Although after some careful thinking I don’t think im into men. I did have fun tho
ME: That’s disappointing. So what was it that turned you off?
HIM: I just don’t feel the spark toward men. its hard to describe. You were amazing but I think im more for the ladies
ME: That’s cool. You definitely seemed into it to me. If you ever change your mind – I’ll be around. Too bad. I thought that we could be friends – makes me a little sad.
HIM: Its nothing against you at all. It was fun but it was also like I was just going through the motions. You are very nice and gentle.
ME: Maybe you needed mean and rough.  But in any case, have a good life and I wish you well. Goodbye.
HIM: Thanks and the same to you.

I had so misread what was happening with this guy. I was happy to provide him a good time. I guess I also don’t mind that he tried sex with a guy and in a way used me for sex – no complaints from me there. I think that he enjoyed it too much and it scared the shit out of him. But that’s okay. My cock was the first in his mouth and ass – so I know at some point in the future, whether he has sex with women or men, he will think of me with a smile. I know that sounds kind of ridiculous – but every time I remember my first cock I get a smile and an erection.

After the Party

2009-04-12T12:16:00.001-04:00

I was a little bummed after the party. Things had not gone as I had hoped – but at least it was over. I was almost asleep when my cell phone rang. Calling was a 22 year-old guy who had opted out of attending the party because he had to work. He manages the night shift of a local fast-food restaurant. The picture that he sent showed a handsome young man, medium brown hair, mustache and goatee, nice body clothed in a tuxedo – including a top hat. We had exchanged emails about what he was looking for at the party. He had never been with a guy, but was looking for a first experience – just looking to get his cock sucked and to feel another guy’s body. His email address was him name – his had a Jr. attached to it. I immediately recognized that name – but it was his father’s name that I knew. His father is the minister of a local church who I met while doing some volunteer work. But Junior’s call at 04:00 was to ask if the party was still going on. I explained that it was not but I would be here if he wanted to stop by. He said that he would not be getting away from work until 06:00. I told him that I would take a nap and wait for his call.

He called at six and woke me up. I talked with him as he found a parking space. It was funny, when he got out of his car he ran across the street into my apartment as if he were being chased. I buzzed him in and when we were face-to-face I could tell he was nervous. I asked if he needed to talk or just get to it. He said get to it.

I took him upstairs to the bedroom. I hugged him and felt his body. He smelled of cooking oil – that unique smell that comes from working in a commercial kitchen. I slowly removed his clothes and was impressed by his body. His chest was covered with short brown fine hairs. I felt his cock through his pants – he was hard – felt like a nice cock. When I removed his pants I saw it was a very nice cock – over 6” and very thick. I pushed him back on the bed, removed my clothes and then lay on the bed next to him. We felt each other’s body. I started at his nipples and licked my way toward his cock. His crotch had that musky smell that I like so much. I licked his cock and then took the whole thing down my throat. He had the potential to be a quick ejaculator – so I only sucked for a while then moved to his balls. But he wanted to get off. He said, “Please suck me. I need it.” So I went back to his cock and within a few minutes he grunted, shook violently and filled my throat with his cum. I kept his cock in my mouth until he came down from his orgasm. At that point, I thought that we were through. But I was wrong.

He asked me to lie next to him and asked what I liked done to me. I told him that I enjoy having my nipples sucked – then my cock sucked. He said that he would give it a try but could not guarantee anything. He sucked on my nipples – gingerly at first. Then he really got into it. His hand made its way done to my hard cock. He masturbated me as he sucked on my nipples. His hand was causing me real pleasure. I shot my load as his tooth grazed my left nipple. He played with my cum and rubbed it into the hair on my stomach. We lay for about fifteen minutes with his head on my chest and his hand practically glued to my stomach with my dried cum.

The sun had risen by now and he said he needed to leave. We hugged at the door and he said, “That was the best possible first-time experience. Thank you.” I watched as he ran to his car – I’ll never figure that out – just draws more attention. I emailed him and told him he was welcome to stop by anytime. He responded that he would be back soon.

Never Again!

2009-04-06T21:39:00.001-04:00

I looked so forward to assembling a group of guys who were getting together for one reason – to fuck and suck the night away. Twenty-eight guys had confirmed that they would attend the group sex party last Saturday night. About six others had said they would probably attend – so I wasn’t counting on them.

The party was scheduled to start at 20:00. The first guy arrived at 20:30 – that was okay – I know parties never get started on time. Five guys had shown up by 21:00 and they were just standing around staring at each other. With the exception of one young 20 year-old guy, they all seemed to know each other. It was very early and I was already wishing that all of these people would just leave my house. At the same time the 20 year-old was a cute boy. Short brown hair, deep blue eyes, a day’s worth of beard growth on his face, a cock that appeared to be swelling as he watched the porn that on the television.

I decide to get the party started – I walked over to him and asked if he needed his cock sucked. His response, “That’s what we’re here for.” I dropped to my knees, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his boxers. Nice cock – cut and about four inches – got to about five inches fully erect. I played with his hairy chest and nipples. I couldn’t tell if he liked that. While I was sucking on him, one of the other guys – a redhead who seemed to be the controlling type – came up behind the guy I was sucking and ground against his ass with his cock. Everyone in the room was watching us. I must have sucked that guy for a good fifteen minutes – I looked over and there was a nice cock next to my head. Another younger guy who had just arrived had taken off his pants and the 20 year-old guy was stroking the cock of the new guy. The 20 year-old guided the new guy’s cock to my mouth and I sucked on it. I could tell the 20 year-old guy was nervous so I gave him a break. That’s when the redheaded guy swooped in and took the 20 something guy into the office area where I had my massage table set up. I looked in and the redheaded guy was sucking on the 20 year-old – oh well, at least I had him first.

I went back and greeted a couple of guys. I was disappointed that guys were not getting naked and playing with each other. Maybe 11 out of the 28 guys who confirmed actually came to the party – a disappointing turn out. I decided to have a stiff shot of tequila. I later found myself in the upstairs bedroom sucking on the cock of the 20 year-old while the redhead pushed his fingers up the guy’s ass. The redhead was cocky as hell – I didn’t much like his attitude and didn’t see any future in sucking a cock that didn’t seem to want to stay hard. I left the redhead, the 20-year old and the other guy whose cock I had sucked earlier playing with each other on the bed and went downstairs.

Guys were still not naked! It reminded me of a scene from the Night of the Living Dead. Guys were just standing around doing nothing. Luckily, an interesting guy showed up – or in my alcohol induced state he appeared interesting. He was in his early 50s, tall, bald, dense salt and pepper hair on his chest. He got nude and was proud to show off his cock that had a Prince Albert piercing. He had one of the thickest gauged circular barbells I have ever seen. He was nice. We chatted as I played with his chest hair and he with mine. I sucked on his cock – he removed the barbell so that I did not damage my teeth. It was a thick cock – a perfect mouthful. He removed my pants and went down on me – he seemed to like my cock and he gave incredible head. He came over from Indianapolis for the party. It seems he was a group scene veteran. He made fun of the guys who were not getting naked and having sex. He told me he wanted to fuck me – but only when everybody left. I told him he could spend the night, if he had no other plans. He said that he would enjoy that. Just then I heard the 20 year-old bellow out as he finally came – good for him. The three guys up stairs dressed and announced they were going bowling. Before he left the redheaded guy tried to give me money. He said most group parties had a tip jar to defray the costs. I was insulted. If I would have needed money I would have asked for it. I told him to keep it and he left it on the table as he left. Now I definitely don’t like the redheaded guy. I shook hands with the 20 year-old as he left, and I told him that he was welcomed back anytime. He just said yeah – I won’t see him again. What assholes!

It was about 23:30 and the party was slowly winding down – if it ever got started. Over half the guys had left without even taking their clothes off or exposing their cocks. I put on a pair of shorts and went to the kitchen to talk with two Latino guys – fully clothed and just chatting. They were cool guys. They thought that the Prince Albert guy and I were a couple – we must have appeared that way from the way we were carrying on. So I did a couple of shots of tequila with the Latinos and we were having a good time talking. The Prince Albert guy kept coming up behind me and rubbing himself against me – then he would go sit down for a while before coming back and touching or rubbing me. I was having a good time talking. Suddenly, the Prince Albert guy was dressed and waved goodbye as he sashayed out the door. I guess I should have paid more attention to him. Looking back on it now, he was behaving a lot like my cats when they need attention – they rub against me to get me to pet them. I’m glad that I discovered Prince Albert guy’s craziness before he stayed the night.

I got an email from a guy who wanted to know if it was too late to come over. I told him it was never too late. He never came by. The Latinos and I went into the office and I entertained them with stories of past tricks – but only the ones that I could share. It was getting late – some other guy came in stayed a while and then left when the Latinos headed out. Finally, my house was empty!

I cleaned up the little mess that was made. I changed my bed linens. I let the cats out of the upstairs bathroom. They had been quiet all evening – a good sign. The first thing that one of my cats did was run downstairs and shit on the small area rug that I have in the hallway. I guess she got me back for locking her in the bathroom for about seven hours. That was a fitting end to this disaster of a party.

I learned something about myself on Saturday night. Group sex is not for me. I can handle gatherings of three or four in my apartment, but not more. I think that I had expected the kind of unbridled debauchery that I had experienced in Munich. But that was not to be. The failure of the party may have been mine. I could have required all guys to leave their clothes at the door. Maybe I assumed everyone was like me – a whore who enjoys the guys who are around without many hang-ups about body type or age. But I’m still confounded by the mentality of guys who would come to a sex party and not have sex. I understand being picky, but there is a time when a guy just needs to hang out his cock and let the nearest willing mouth drink his load.

Hotel Hook-up

2009-04-01T12:28:00.001-04:00

I don’t know why, but I have been anxious about the group sex party that is happening at my place this Saturday night. I’ll be glad once it starts and the first cock is inserted in a mouth or ass. The final emails have been sent, guys are starting to confirm attendance, condoms and lube are plentiful, and my house is clean. So I just need to relax and enjoy the experience.

The Sub Wanna Be had to go home to visit his family this weekend – so no breaking him in quite yet. I spent the weekend cleaning house, relaxing and catching up with a couple of friends - including a new guy in Lexington, Kentucky named Nick – always nice to meet nice guys. I had a couple of my regular frat guys drop by late on Friday and Saturday nights for quick blowjobs.

On Saturday, I was checking out the ads on Craigslist when I came across an interesting post. It was from a guy who was going to be in town on Monday for business. He was looking for someone to drop by his motel room after 20:00. We exchanged stats and pictures. He was stunning: 33, black, very dark skinned, 7.5” cock. He called me on Monday and gave me his hotel and room number. So that night at 20:00 I headed to room 379 at the Fairfield Inn.
He answered the door in a pair of light blue boxer shorts. I could see his cock flopping in the shorts. He sat in the desk chair and I sat on the bed. I was a little nervous. He had an attitude that really turned me on. He asked what I liked to do. I said fuck and suck. He leaned in close and told me that he liked to touch. He unbuttoned my shirt and rubbed my hairy chest – pinching my nipples. He leaned in and sucked on my nipples – my cock was hard. My hands lightly rubbed his chest – his skin was smooth. He told me to remove my clothes. I did. He told me to turn around and show him my ass. I did. He spread my ass and I felt his finger lightly touch my anus.

He told me to turn around and get on my knees. I did. He pulled down his boxers and presented his cock to me. It was beautiful. The skin on most of his body was very dark – one of the darkest black guys that I have ever met. The head of his cock was speckled tan and black. His cock was cut. I licked the head and down the underside. I suckled each of his balls. His public hair was a little scratchy on my face – but I enjoyed the feel of it against my skin. He told me to get back on his cock.

He grabbed the sides of my head and forced my head all the way down on his cock. He held me there trying to make me gag. But he had no idea how much I enjoyed what he was doing. That’s when he started to talk dirty: telling me what a privilege it must be for me to have his black cock in my white bitch mouth. I tuned him out and enjoyed his cock. He seemed to be really getting off on what he was saying. He pulled my head off his cock and put my hand on his cock and told me to jack him while I sucked the head of his cock. He was really into controlling exactly what was happening. I was doing what he liked. I was jacking him, sucking him and he was telling me how good he was feeling. He kept telling me to suck his black cock. He kept asking me if I liked his black cock. I had a mouthful so I could only grunt an “uh huh.”

He got more verbal as his orgasm approached. He was loud and I was sure that the people in the next room could hear him. He stood and started fucking my face. I grabbed his firm ass and held on for dear life. When he shot his load he rammed his cock down my throat and held me there until his orgasm subsided. Then it was over. He pulled his shorts up and said that he needed to meet some colleagues at Chili’s for dinner. I put my clothes back on and he said he would call the next time he is town – that will be June.

I Think That I Paid for Sex Last Night

2009-03-26T16:26:00.002-04:00

It was a quiet spring break on campus. I caught up on work that I had fallen behind on. I painted my downstairs bathroom at home. I was cajoled by two friends to host an all male sex party at my place. Funny they are official hosts of the party but I seem to be doing all the work. But that’s okay – on April 4 there will be thirty to thirty-five naked guys sucking and fucking all over my apartment - but more about that party in a later posting. I had lunch on this past Monday with the Sub Wanna Be. He is like an excited little puppy. I can see that the expectation of being dominated and having his body used is diverting his attention and concentration from his studies. He seems to be thinking of nothing else but sex – as if that is different from other guys that I know. I may need to go ahead and break that boy in - bind him and fuck him and end the prolonged expectation for him before he screws up his life. We are having lunch tomorrow. I may tell him to be at my place this Friday night – and to plan to stay the entire weekend.

This past week was also a week of reconnecting with old tricks. I got emails or instant messages from six guys who I haven’t heard from in over a year. I’ll be getting together with them over the next couple of weeks.

I think that I paid for sex last night.

One of the guys who contacted me was a frat boy that used to drop by for a massage, blow job and every once in a while a dildo up his ass. He’s the epitome of the frat boy type: perfectly cut, short blonde hair; always wears a tee shirt, jeans that are seldom washed, boxer underwear, sandals (even in the coldest weather); and, firm muscular body – tall and lean. What makes him charming is that he is a southerner boy going to school in the Midwest. But what is truly impressive is his eight inch cut cock. He dropped out of sight when he got a girlfriend. She had total control over him – he had no free time for himself. So he told me that he couldn’t risk coming by anymore.

He sent me an IM yesterday at about noon. We chatted for about an hour as I edited a report – I probably need to carefully reread that report to check my edits. He and his girlfriend broke-up a few weeks ago, just before spring break. He finally caught on to her mind games. He and his frat brothers spent spring break in Panama City, Florida. We talked about the spring break, back in 1978, that I was in Panama City. That was the spring break I got arrested for being drunk and standing in the middle of the street directing traffic. Luckily, my frat brothers had the $250 to get me out of jail and once the fine was paid the Panama City police expunged my record. Frat boy told me about the girl he met from the University of Georgia who gave him a blow job – only because she was having her period. As most students do on spring break, he spent too much money. But his financial hardship was made even worse when he got caught in a speed trap in southern Alabama for going 6 miles over the posted speed limit. The ticket was $85 and added to that was another $125 for court costs. Frat boy’s parents have him on a strict budget – I think they are tired of paying out-of-state tuition. He has a part-time job – but doesn’t make a lot of money.

He asked if he could come over later that evening. We agreed he would be at my place at 22:00. He was on time. We sat and talked for about thirty minutes. It was good to catch up on what’s been going on in our lives over the last year. I suggested that we start the massage. He stripped down. I am amazed at the beauty of his body every time that I see it. I don’t know why I like guys who have hairy bellies – but Frat Boy has a little patch of hair just above his navel. I massaged his body for about an hour. When I played with his ass his cock got hard and stretched between his legs. I didn’t want to get him off too soon – he is a guy who ejaculates and then looses interest. After I massaged the front of his body, I pulled him to the edge of the table so that his ass was at a perfect level for fucking. He was still on his back with his legs in the air. Frat Boy liked for me to play with his ass and he has a fantastic ass: small and solid – a perfect ass. His anus was surrounded by light brown hair. I leaned in and smelled his ass – a nice mixture of sweat and the aroma of pepper. Why is it that the unwashed body parts of young guys smell so good? Those smells should be bottled and sold – I’d buy a case or two. After I enjoyed his scents for a while, I buried my face in his ass and ate like there was not tomorrow.

Frat Boy is an interesting guy. When not in a sexual situation, he is rambunctious and always the center of attention. But in sexual situations he becomes quiet and passive. I had a new toy I was going to use on his ass. It is a strange looking dildo like device that massages the prostate and the underside of the testes at the same time. Frat Boy liked that toy. He cock got rock hard and I sucked him for a while. He was grunting and moaning and I could tell he was having a good time. I looked up into his face as I made an upward suck on his cock. He smiled and asked if I wanted to replace the dildo with my cock. He didn’t have to ask twice. I removed the dildo, dropped my shorts, put a condom on my cock and slide into his ass. His hairy legs were resting on my shoulders as I fucked him and jacked his cock. We fucked for a while – it didn’t take long for me to shoot my load in his ass. He seemed to get off on the sounds I made as I ejaculated. But I didn’t stop fucking. I felt his cock swell in my hand and then he shot his load. The little patch of hair on his stomach was coated in his cum. I pulled my cock out of his ass, dropped to my knees and licked up every drop of his cum. His legs were hanging over my shoulders. We stayed with my head in his crotch for a good ten minutes. Finally, he patted my head and said that he needed to get back to the frat house. It was 01:30 – where had the time gone?

He got up and went to the bathroom to piss. When he came back he hugged me and said that he had a great time. I reached into my pocket and pulled out $200, gave it to him and told him to pay his speeding ticket. He blushed and then threw his arms around me and tightly hugged me. I told him the money was not for the sex – that was a gift to get him out of a bind. But I knew that I had just paid for a fuck – whether the Frat Boy realized it or not his ass had just paid his speeding ticket.

Sub Wanna Be

2009-03-17T16:22:00.002-04:00

It is only Tuesday and I’m ready for this workweek to be over. Its spring break on campus – so all the students are off frolicking half naked and drunk in far off warm climates. You’d think that this would be an easy week. But to the contrary, work has been hell. But this blog is not about work.

It seems I am popular again with the twenty-something year-old guys. Over the last couple of weeks I was contacted by three of them. Two were inquiring about getting a blow job – just horny straight dudes curious about the difference between a male and female mouth on their cocks. The third was more interesting. He described himself as white, tanned body, 21, 6’1”, 190 lbs, average body, 5” cut cock, shaved head and body. We e-mailed back and forth for three days – almost twelve e-mails before he finally told me what he wanted. He wanted to be tied down and forced to suck cock. He wanted his body abused. He also said that once tied down, he would have to do what he was told. I questioned if he really meant that. He assured me that he did.

I am always amazed when guys tell me their deepest and sometimes darkest desires. Here was a handsome young guy – in the prime of his life – offering himself as a submissive to a guy he doesn’t even know. I needed to educate this boy. I told him that I would have to consider it – but I would meet him for lunch the next day and we would talk about it. We found a quiet table in the corner of a busy restaurant in the Student Union. He was a nice guy in person – even more handsome than his pictures. I brought along an envelope of the most graphic articles I could find of guys his age who were found murdered after BDSM sexual encounters gone bad. I told him to read what was in the envelope when he got home and that we would discuss it later. We had a nice lunch. He is a junior in the aviation management department – so one day he is going to be an air traffic controller. He asked a lot of questions about me and what I do. I was open and honest. If I were going to tie him down and use his body he needed to not have a doubt about who I am.

He was born into a farming family – the fourth child of six. He had his first sexual encounter with a girl at 18 – he is engaged to that girl now. They are to be married when he gets his degree in the spring of 2010. He has never had sex with a guy. Then, I asked, why be tied down and used by a guy? It turns out he has been lately watching porn online – heavy BDSM stuff – and is aroused by the thought of having his body bound and used. As he was telling me this his hand was under the table and I could tell he was rubbing his cock. I told him to stop that – it would do neither of us any good for him to be caught touching himself in this restaurant. He did what he was told. Maybe this kid had future as a sub. The lunch lasted for almost two hours. I think that we established a comfort level that is important.

I did not hear from him for four more days. My cell vibrated while I was in a meeting on Wednesday afternoon. I didn’t recognize the number – but whoever was calling left a message. The message was from the aviation management student. He said he was confused – I was nice – why did I give him an envelope of horror stories about dead guys. He said he needed to talk to me. I called him when I got back to my office. I explained that even though I was one of the good guys – I may not have been. I could have brought him to my apartment, tied him up, killed him in a way that would have caused him great pain and then dumped his body next to a river somewhere – a place where it would not be found for years. Yes, I’ve seen all those movies. But more importantly I explained to him that his was a gift not to given lightly. He had to know and trust the man who would tie him up. He said, “I trust you.” I was frustrated. Maybe I wasn’t making my point. He still wasn’t getting it. I told him that I would be happy to tie him and use him – but only if we waited a month and if we have lunch twice a week once he gets back from spring break. He agreed. Our first lunch is Monday. I’m ordering sandwiches into my office. I want him to have the privacy to answer some very personal questions.

I’m not sure why I just didn’t invite him over, tie him down, force him to suck me and then fuck the shit out of him. I was thinking of two things. The first was the possible headline in the local newspaper: “College Administrator Assaults Student.” The other, and just as important, is the damage I may have done to this kid. Dan Savage, one of my favorite sex columnist/blogger has the campsite rule: in relationships with a large age disparity, at the end of the relationship, the elder partner should leave the younger in "better shape than they found them". This includes no diseases, no undue emotional trauma, and whatever sexual education can be provided.

So I’ll see what happens with the aviation management student. I’m glad I still have my bondage accoutrement from my experience with the nasty pig boy.

But all was not lost. One of the other twenty-something guys emailed me Friday afternoon and wanted to come by for a blowjob before he headed out of town for spring break. He was sketchy about his stats and didn’t want to send a picture other than a cock shot – but what I knew I liked and I was only sucking his cock. All I have to say is that this is a small town. When the guy showed up at my door I instantly recognized him. I’ve seen him on the bus that I daily ride to work. Our schedules are different – so we might see each other once a week. For almost a year I have lusted after this boy.

He came in and sat down. He laughed and told me that as soon as I sent him my picture he recognized me. I apologized if he had ever caught me staring at him – he said he had caught me a few times – but that was not a problem. This guy is sexy: 20, 5’10”, maybe 160, buzzed blonde hair. He and his pals are always talking about video games – seems he’s good at that. His major is liberal arts – we didn’t go into what field. Things happened quickly. He pulled out his cock, a good 6” and cut. I dropped to my knees and sucked it. There was no foreplay – no emotion involved. I was there to get him off. He just sat back and let me. He was a moaner. I prolonged the blowjob as long as I could – but within minutes he was shooting down my throat. His cock was in his pants as fast as he had pulled it out. He thanked me, said he would see me again. He was out the door. It was all very casual.

Oh yes, yet another strange evening in my somewhat twisted life.

San Diego 2009

2009-03-12T22:47:00.002-04:00

After my four days with the Marine, my body was a little sore and definitely slightly sunburned. But I was not in pain. When I arrived in San Diego, I picked up my rental car and headed to my hotel. I had booked into the Dana on Mission Bay. My room had a magnificent view of the bay. The warm weather and incredible view almost made me consider looking for a job in Southern California – but I probably couldn’t afford to buy a place with views like I had at the Dana if I lived in San Diego.

I had the afternoon to kill before I had to pick up my colleagues at the airport. I took a nap and then decided to eat a late lunch. I found the nearest In-N-Out. I ordered a Double-Double animal style and a chocolate shake. I wasn’t sure what animal style meant. I heard the butch guy in the truck in front of me order his that way – so I just mimicked him. Now I know that means that the meat was cooked and fried with mustard and then pickles, extra spread and grilled onions were added. That was a good burger.

The next three days were crammed with meetings. Finally, my work obligations ended. I took my colleagues back to the airport, put them on a plane and was on my own again. I was going to be staying in San Diego for the next three days before heading back to Los Angeles where I would catch my train back to Chicago and the sub-zero temperatures. I was rested and had gone online and chatted with a couple of guys.

The first was interesting. He was 20, mixed race (Hispanic and Asian), a student at the University of San Diego. He told me that he had not had much experience with guys – but wanted to learn. We agreed to have dinner – his choice of place. He chose a sushi restaurant in Pacific Beach. He was a handsome kid. Black short hair – just a bit of fine hair on his face – I’m not sure he daily shaved his face. I asked if he would like to come back to my room. He did. I slowly removed his clothes. His chest was smooth. I kissed him – I could feel his nervousness. I reached down to feel for his cock. I didn’t feel anything – maybe I was just missing it. So I unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear. I was a little surprised with what I saw. His cock was hard, uncut and no more that about two and a half inches long. I was a little disappointed – but have never been obsessed with size. So I took his cock between my thumb and forefinger and masturbated him. He immediately started shaking and oozed a load of cum.

He kept muttering how incredible that felt. So now what would we do? I took my clothes off and lay next to him on the bed. He played with my cock – he told me he didn’t suck or get fucked – he tried to masturbate me – but he just never got the hang of it. His hand caused more hurt than pleasure. I finally asked him to stop. We talked for a while longer. I told him I had to get to bed-. I was glad to see him leave. He is either going to have to learn to get fucked or find someone who likes really small penises.

I took a shower, for some reason I felt dirty. When I got out of the shower I noticed that I had a message. It was from a guy who wanted to suck my cock – nothing else. That sounded perfect to me at that moment. I gave him directions to the hotel. He told me he was 28, 6’,150, blonde hair and beard. He was exactly as he described himself – except he forgot to mention how cute he was. I met him at the door in a robe. We didn’t speak. He came in, dropped to his knees, I opened the robe and he gave me a fantastic blowjob. When I came he swallowed every drop, got up, said thanks and walked out the door. It’s been a while since a guy with a full beard has gone down on me and serviced me in such an excellent way – I’d forgotten how much I like it. I slept well that night.

The next day I woke up early. I wanted to spend most of the day at the San Diego Zoo. I had a great time. When I got back to my room, there were several messages from guys wanting to hook up. One immediately caught my attention. He described himself as 31, Latino, married, 5’11”, 180. He attached a picture. He was a handsome guy – almost the epitome of the chulo type – dark, handsome, a little scary and probably a hellion in the bed. We exchanged emails – he was available the next evening at about 18:00. I gave him directions to the hotel.

There was also a message from a guy who just wanted a blowjob. He didn’t give much information. When in doubt about someone, I always Google their email address – amazing what you can find. It turns out this guy was at one time in the Navy as a submariner – he told the world all about it on a message board. So I emailed him and told him to come over. He was at my door in thirty minutes. He came in, said he didn’t have a lot of time, and took his clothes off. He didn’t want to lie on the bed. He preferred to sit on a chair. He was a short guy – maybe 5’2”. He was maybe 40 years old, short hair, hairy chest, cock was about 6” and cut. I got down on my knees and licked his balls – they were low hangers. He told me to suck his cock. I did. He liked telling me what to do – he enjoyed control. So when he took each side of my head in his hands and started fucking my mouth I knew he was really getting off on this – because he was telling me so. His balls were pulling up and I knew he was close to shooting a load of cum in my mouth. But instead he pulled out and came on my face. He took his hand and smeared his cum on my face and shaved head. I looked up at him and he spat in my face and said, “How did you like that cocksucker?” I just said thank you. He put his clothes on and left. What the fuck had just happened? I grabbed a beer and sat on the balcony and watched the lights of La Jolla. I felt a little trashy – but at the same time I felt invigorated. Where is a good therapist when I need him? I had a few more beers and went to bed.

I spent the next day in the Pacific Beach area. I walked the beach in the morning. Maybe I’m becoming a dirty old man – but I really enjoyed watching all the young surfer dudes hanging about. Somehow, I had lost my pair of sunglasses – yet another $200 thrown down the drain. I found a surf shop and was trying on a cheap pair when a guy in late his teens came in to try on wetsuits. The shop owner gave him a couple wetsuits and told him to try them on. The changing room was next to where the sunglass stand was located. The bushy haired brunette teen went into the changing room and left the curtain open. He got totally naked right in front of me. His skin looked so smooth – a little bit of hair in his armpits and around his cock. His cock was long and uncut. He was a tall guy. When he bent over to put on the suit – I could clearly see his asshole – just a brushing of hair around it. I wanted to lick that ass. The guy put the suit on and turned toward me. He asked, “Too tight?” I looked at the fit – it was perfect as far as I was concerned – his long cock was pressed against his left thigh. I smiled and told him I didn’t know who the suits should fit – but it sure looked good on him. He smiled and blushed and then walked up to the front of the store and asked the owner if he thought it fit. The owner brought the guy back to the changing room and said he should try on the other suit. Then the owner looked my way and closed the curtain to the changing room. I bought my glasses and headed back to my car with a raging hard on. I find such beauty in the male body – I would have watched as long as that guy let me – and he knew I was watching.

I got back to my hotel by 17:00. I had time to take a long shower and have a few drinks. I just realized that I drank a lot while in San Diego. At about 18:15 there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find a man much more handsome than his picture. He was dressed in an expensive suit – not a hair was out of place. He came in and removed his coat. We stood on the balcony for a while, drank a beer and watched the rowing teams doing their workouts on the bay. It was all small talk. He suggested that we go back in and get naked. I watched as he undressed. His chest was covered in black curly hair. His cock was uncut and darker than the rest of his skin – he had a lot of foreskin – it hung about an inch over the head of his cock. When we were both naked he stood in front of me and ran his hands over my chest. He pinched my nipples and then sucked on them. He pushed me back on the bed and lay on top of me. I could feel his cock against mine. He continued to suck my nipples. I tried to kiss him – but he turned his head away. He wanted a condom and lube. So I was about to get my ass pounded by my uptown chulo. But instead he put the condom on me, lubed his ass and then impaled himself on my cock. He said, “Ah! Papi!” He fucked himself with my cock. I played with the hair on his chest. His nipples seemed to not be sensitive. His cock was hard and oozing precum. I grabbed his cock to jack him – he said, “No!” and pulled my hand away. His ass was hot – my cock was so hard – his ass was so tight. He kept calling me Papi – but now in a more pleasurable way. I told him I was getting close and he sat on my cock and ground his hips – the sensation was incredible and caused me to cum. He fucked my cock for about a minute more before he shot his load on my stomach without touching his cock. It seemed that when it was time for him to shoot the foreskin magically pulled back – I had never seen that before. After he came he got up, went into the bathroom and washed up. He dressed and thanked me as he was leaving. I was a little disappointed. I wanted to suck his cock – but that was not what he was looking for.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I got a call from the Marine. He called to wish me a safe trip home. We talked about his day. I told him about my weird last couple of days. We had a good laugh about all of it. I do wish that he would have been able to take leave for my final three days in San Diego. But that wasn’t possible.

The next day I headed back home to the frozen Midwest.

Oceanside, California

2009-03-11T22:39:00.003-04:00

This past January I returned to San Diego for a yearly meeting of one of the grants that I administer. Usually when I travel I take a plane because of time constraints. But I decided to take some time off from work before and after my scheduled meetings. I’ve always enjoyed riding the train – so I purchased a sleeper compartment on Amtrak. I caught the Southwest Chief in Chicago on a nasty, snowy Thursday – then high temperature that day was expected to be seven degrees Fahrenheit. Fifty hours later the train pulled into Los Angeles. I wish that I could say that I sucked some cock on the train – as I have done on long train trips in the past – but unfortunately that didn’t happen. However, I did catch up on a lot of work. I watched the Godfather trilogy and really enjoyed lounging naked as the train sped across the U.S.

I had a layover in Los Angeles before catching the Pacific Surfliner down south. I’ve decided that the world is full of crazy people. While I was waiting for my train a commotion started over near the men's restroom. There was a rather large woman dressed for cold weather, including a knit hat, screaming that the police needed to come and arrest the perverts in the restroom. Everyone in the station could hear her ranting. It appears that she saw two men coming out of a stall in the men’s restroom and assumed that they had just had sex. I immediately wondered how she had seen that. Was she in the men’s restroom? The security guards came – she kept ranting. She started praying – prayers of condemnation of homosexuality – kill the fornicators – that sort of stuff. I was about to get up and punch her when the guards escorted her to a private office. It turns out that the two guys she saw coming out of the stall were a sick man and his care giver – something about a colostomy bag being blocked. That lunatic woman’s ranting is yet another case of hysterical fanaticism at its worst and how people still just hate gays. Screw them all.

I was not going all the way to San Diego on the train. I was stopping at Oceanside to see the Marine. Hard to believe that it had been a year since I was last in Southern California. The meeting that I thought was going to be held in June was moved to Pittsburgh. After our initial encounter, the Marine and I spoke on the phone almost every other day. He shared this few and far between sexual encounters – the good and the bad ones. He only seem to date guys for a couple of dates before dumping them – of course that could be because they all lived outside Southern California. They would always be hot about him being a marine – but then not understand that he was never willing to give up being a marine and that being open about being gay might mean that he would not be able to continue being a marine. Now that was a convoluted sentence. But eventually our conversations dropped off to once a week. Usually late on a weekend night after he had a few drinks. Those calls could get steamy – even more so after I sent him a nice high resolution webcam for Christmas to replace the archaic one that he was using. His gift to me was a dirty jockstrap that he wore during his morning physical training. He knows me so well - I have simple needs.

The Marine had taken leave until the next Wednesday – so I had him for four days. He was waiting for the train in a pair of shorts, tee shirt and sandals. I hauled my bags off the train and he immediately took them from me and set them down. He then surprised me with a big hug. I was glad to feel his body against mine. But it didn’t last long. He picked up my bags and we headed for his car – actually it was a Pathfinder Hybrid. Not what I expected - I had expected something sleek and fast. I had booked a one bedroom beach side condo at the Southern California Beach Club. I checked in while the Marine parked the car and brought in my bags – I noticed that he also brought in a bag of his own.

Once the condo door was closed I finally got the hug that I wanted. But this hug was accompanied by a kiss. There wasn’t a lot said for the first hour in that room. We pulled off our clothes and I ended up with his cock buried in my ass. I was on top riding his cock – it was pure passion. After he ejaculated, I kept riding him. His cock felt so good in my ass. We were both covered in sweat – why was this room not air conditioned? I rode him for a while longer before he pushed me off and started licking my nipples. Licking is the wrong word – he was mauling them. He licked down my body and then sucked my cock. I’m usually a slow ejaculator but not this time. I grabbed the side of head and fucked his face. When I came he took every drop. He looked up and smiled. Then he lay by my side and kissed me. We shared my cum.

For the next couple of hours we lay in the bed and talked. I noticed that his chest and stomach hair were almost gone. He said that he had shaved them just to see how it looked. Well it looked good – and I told him so. But I did like his furry, chiseled belly.

We decided to go grab a bite to eat. We showered – it felt good to have someone wash my back – and headed off to an all you can eat sushi restaurant. The Marine could certainly eat! I was stuffed and he kept eating. For some reason that was sexy – don’t know why.

On the way back to the condo we stopped and got a couple bottle of liquor – Jack Daniels and Patron. We made it back in time to catch the sunset. I never can get used to seeing sun set over water – I’m a right coast or middle country guy. We sat on the patio and sipped Jack Daniels. He had his arm around my shoulder and my head was on his chest. At that moment in time, I was incredibly happy. My hand was rubbing his stomach. We decided to take a walk on the beach. We ended up frolicking in the surf – both totally soaked by the time we got back to the room. We sat naked on the patio, talked and drank some more. He may be going back to the Middle East – he couldn’t say where. I hope not – but it is his chosen work. Actually, we drank a lot. I remember falling into bed, sucking a cock, eating an ass, getting fucked again and feeling safe and warm all over.

I awoke to a stiff cock pushing against my ass. We had naturally slipped into a spoon position – the Marine on my back. He was lightly snoring. There was that musky smell again – I needed to remember to ask him what cologne he wore. I got up to take a piss and when I came back he was awake. He pulled me to him and asked, “How would you like to fuck me?” I told him that all he had to do was ask. This is where I had a decision to make – hard or gentle. Hell, he’s a marine – he got it hard and enjoyed it. Here was this big bruiser of a guy giving me his ass and I took it. I slipped a pillow under his hips. He lay on his back on the edge of the bed. Getting my cock in his ass took some doing. He had a tight ass. I watched his face as my cock slide in – he was in pain – but never said to stop. But once in, I pounded his ass for a good twenty minutes – now this was when it was good to be a slow ejaculator. We changed position – he faced me, straddled me and sat on my cock. His big dick was flopping as he went up and down on me. I reached up and teased his nipples. He kissed me. I felt his sphincter tighten and knew he was about to cum. He reared back and shot his load. The first spurt hit my forehead and the rest landed on my chest and belly. He kept riding me. Our eyes met. I shot my load up his ass. He collapsed on the bed next to me and said, “Damn, that hurt at first.” I asked if it always hurt him at entry. His response was, “You were the first up my ass.” So wow, if I had known it was his first time I might have been gentler. But he seemed to enjoy it.

We showered again and headed to the grocery store. I was planning on cooking dinner. Groceries seem to be more expensive in California – even the produce. When we got back, the Marine suggested that we take a walk to the Oceanside Pier. That led to a wonderful afternoon. We rented fishing poles, bought some bait squid and went toward the middle of the pier. I love fishing. Amazingly I caught a halibut. That was a feisty fish. But when I finally got it out of the water it was almost 29” long. Thankfully it was of legal length. I asked the Marine if he could clean a fish. He could. So for dinner we had broiled halibut. That night we again traded fucks – I learned that he preferred a hard fuck to a gentle fuck and that grunt had a nasty mouth. I hope there were no families in the next condo. Once he gave me his ass he became somewhat of a power bottom.

We spent the next day on the beach – Southern California was having a heat wave – temperatures were in the 80s F. It was so cool to lie next to him on the beach. Men and women appreciated the Marine’s body – and I’m sure they were wondering why I was there with him. But who cares. The only thing that concerned him was that we might see someone he knew – but this was a Monday – so the likelihood of that was slim. We rubbed sunscreen on each other and every once in a while would hit the surf. It was a great day – but I did get a little too much sun – even with the maximum SPF available.

We were in bed early Monday night – the Marine told me he wanted to take me somewhere the next day. In the middle of the night I woke up with his ass grinding against my cock. I reached around and felt his dick – it was hard. He whispered that he wanted my cock up his ass. That’s what he got. I like fucking a guy who lies on his side – I straddle one leg – hold the other on my shoulder. My cock then goes in deep into his ass and my balls get massage as I ride him. The Marine liked this position as well. I was stroking his cock with my hand – matching the rhythm of my cock in his ass. He was almost whimpering – all between the swear words that he was saying. I pulled out and shot my load on his cock – then jacked him. It wasn’t long before he too ejaculated. We kissed, fell back into our spoon position and drifted back off to sleep.

We were up early the next morning. He took me to the Mission at San Luis Rey. He said he often went there when he needed to get away from the world. What a beautiful mission. We walked the gardens. He was worried about another tour in the Middle East. As we sat by a fountain he became very emotional. It was a hard thing to see. He said it was the first time he ever told anyone that he was afraid. He relayed horror stories of action in Iraq – he had witnessed death and injury. He had killed. We went into the chapel at the Mission and I watched as he prayed. We went back to the condo and I held him for almost two hours.

When he had pulled himself together, we ate an early dinner and sat on the patio for the rest of the afternoon and early evening. We shared life stories – mine of course was longer than his – but his was full of parental indifference and years of struggling to accept his homosexuality. That was an enlightening and very difficult afternoon/evening. We killed the bottle of Patron and went for a walk on the beach. We ended the night back in bed – fucking and sucking for hours. He was up the next morning at 06:00. He got his uniform from his SUV. We showered, he dressed, we kissed at the door and he was gone. He was back in Marine mindset.

Later that morning I took a cab to the Amtrak station. I was off to San Diego. He called later that night to apologize for being so emotional. I told him not to worry – that’s what friends are for. He hasn’t gone back to the Middle East yet – but it looks as if he still might. He tells me he will visit me soon – he’s never been to the Midwest. I hope that the does. He’s a guy that I could learn to love – I always seem to fall for the damaged guys!

Two Fucks

2009-03-09T12:53:00.002-04:00

Last Friday was a busy day at work. I didn’t get home until well after 22:00. I had to attend a reception for a visiting colleague. I’ll never get those wasted hours back. But I ended up chatting with the husband of a professor in sociology. He was a cool guy. We both were drinking bourbon. I was supposed to go out to a local bar with a friend after the reception. He called and canceled – he had a nasty virus – I told him to get well and stay away from me – I need to stay healthy.

So I was home alone and decided I would still go out. I was about half way on my walk downtown when I got a call from the young sadist. He wanted to know if I was up for company. I told him to meet me at my place in half an hour. So I turned around and walked home.

I may need to come up with a new name for the young sadist. He seems to be less interested in causing me pain and more interested in love making –and I do enjoy his cock in my ass. He is much more talkative these days. He always needs to leave during the night because of his dog – he left at about 02:00. I suggested that this coming weekend he bring his dog with him and I’ll cook dinner. He liked that idea – actually seemed excited about it. His dog is supposed to get along with cats – I hope so. But if not, I have a room where my cats will be comfortable.

One thing bothers me about the young sadist. I suggested that we sometime go out for dinner and a drink. He said that we might run in to some of his friends and he wasn’t sure he would know how to explain who I am. I’m not sure why that is an issue.

It was a good evening. The sex was good and I had a nice buzz. When the young sadist went home I was not ready to go to sleep so I went online for a while. I caught up on some email and then went to bed. I had just fallen asleep when my cell rang. It was a private number. I do have a guy who calls me sometimes at weird hours – he works swing shifts – so I answered. It wasn’t him. I had no clue who was on the other end of the line. The guy asked when he could come by for another fuck. I should have asked, “Who are you?” I was still half asleep. He said he would be by the next day at 17:00 if was going to be home. I said to come on by. Maybe I had no clue who he was – but if I had given him my cell number I must have enjoyed the sex.

I was pleased when I opened the door the next day and found the Plowman standing in front of me. Over two years had passed since we last got together. I guess it just takes some guys a long time to come back for a second time – glad he kept my number. His version of staying touch is different than mine.

He was dressed in a tee shirt and jeans. Warmer weather is finally making its appearance. I offered him a beer and he took it. He sat on the couch, spread his legs and opened his pants. I got on my knees and put my face between his legs. I found his cock – easy since he wasn’t wearing underwear. He was hard and I swear his cock looked bigger than I remember. I pulled his pants down and sucked on his balls. He sat and drank his beer while I went down on his cock. Not a lot was spoken. I somehow knew when to take down my pants; get him a condom and the lube; and, lean over the edge of the couch. He lubed his cock and then rammed it hard into my ass. My ass was on fire – first the first time, in a long time, I was feeling real pain. But Carl kept fucking – this was all about him getting off. - all about using me as he needed. All I was concerned about was if my ass would be bleeding when he finished with me. Finally, he climaxed. He collapsed on my back and stayed there until his cock slid from my ass.

But something wasn’t quite right. I could feel his cum dripping out my ass and down my leg. He had not put the condom on. I stood up and asked him why he fucked me without a condom. He said that he didn’t need to wear one – he was safe. He wanted to feel my ass on his cock. I was incensed. I explained that it was my choice to decide – not his. He apologized and said it would never happen again. Little did he know the truth of that statement – I will not be seeing him again – unless of course he calls late at night I don’t know who is. If he would have asked we could have discussed it. But he decided to just do it without asking me. That is not acceptable behavior.

Surprised by a Straight Guy

2009-03-04T23:45:00.002-05:00

I love men – every type of man – especially masculine men who are willing to explore their sexuality. I’m basking in the warm and fuzzy feeling of a really nice sexual encounter. I still have the smell of cum, crotch sweat and ass on my face. About two years ago I met a guy on a local adult hook-up site. He contacted me. His profile was all about meeting women – identified himself as straight. He had a female partner – not married but committed to the relationship. He never seemed to be able to get the courage to actually meet. He sent me one picture – it was a picture of him stretched out on a bed – arm over his face – showing a nice sized cock. His little bit of body hair appeared to be red. I saw enough to know that I’d enjoy sucking his cock. We must have chatted for about two months when suddenly he vanished. His profile was gone and emails went unanswered. As the years went by, I had totally forgotten about him until I got a text message from him this afternoon. At some point I had given him my cell number. He found my name and number in his contact list when he was cleaning up his address book and decided to give me a call.

We arranged for him to come by my place tonight at 21:00. I set up the massage table and had a drink – actually had two gin and tonics. He was on time. He apologized that he didn’t have much time. He had to pick up some sushi before the restaurant closed at about 22:00. He looked younger than his stated age of 31. He was white, about 5’9” and solid. He had the face of an athlete – at some point this guy had wrestled. Even with his clothing on I could tell he was muscular. When he took his knit cap off – I liked what I say. His hair was red, thick and styled in short dreadlocks. It was sexy. I said I was a little nervous – and I really was. He said he had to stop and have a shot of liquor before he came over. I asked if he wanted another – we each did a shot of tequila.

We went to my home office where I had the massage table set up. He asked for no oil – tough to do a massage without oil – but I gave it my best. He removed his shirt – his chest was hairless – his pecs were firm and crowned with perfect nipples that were the shape and size of the small eraser at the end of a No. 2 pencil. His cock was tenting the sweats he was wearing. When he took off his pants he shook his hard cock at me and said, “I’ve been hard for the last 15 minutes just thinking of this.” I told him to climb on the table and put his face in the hole. He laughed and said that he liked to do that as often as possible. I started massaging his feet. His body was naturally hairless – soft and smooth skin. By the time I got to his ass he was arching his back to relieve the discomfort of his hard cock against the table. I rubbed his asshole and he let out a moan. I figured – what the hell – I leaned in and licked his ass – he liked that even more. His back was arched so I reached under and grabbed his cock. I loved eating his straight boy ass. I could have spent hours with my face buried in his ass.

But then I felt his hand groping for my crotch. He pulled down my shorts and before I knew it he was sucking my cock. I wished that I had anticipated this. I had beaten off twice at work today – but his mouth felt really good – even though he needs to learn to cover his teeth when he sucks cock. I played with his nipples as he sucked me. I felt his hair – it was thick and reminded of hemp. He was really into sucking my cock. I forced him down on my cock – he gagged a little – but kept sucking. He stood on the massage table – his cock was perfectly aligned with my mouth. His cock was large – well over seven inches and thick. I took it down my throat in one swallow. I think that he was impressed – at least I think I heard him say that. He grabbed my head and fucked my face for about five minutes – he was close to shooting his load. He went back to my cock – doing his best to make me cum – and he almost did several times – but then his teeth would scrap the head of my cock and I’d only feel pain. So much pain that it was killing my erection – but he was a trooper – I stroked his head and told him how good he was making me feel. I told him that I had already cum several times today and it just wasn’t going to happen – he laughed and stood back on the table and pushed his cock down my throat. I held his ass as he fucked my face. He was a good fucker. After about ten minutes he started muttering, “Fuck! Fuck!” and then shot deep down my throat. I kept his cock in my throat – milking every drop of cum I could get.

I looked up at him and he had the biggest smile on his face. I licked his balls and felt his body. He jumped of the massage table and said, “Not bad for a straight boy, huh? Especially since this is just my second time with a guy.” I said, “Not bad at all.” I told him that he had caught me off guard. I didn’t expect the blow job from him. I should have been better prepared. He laughed and said, “No problem. I thought that I was just doing it badly. Don’t beat off before the next time.” Next time, huh? I told him that he was welcome back anytime. I explained that the only way to get better at sucking cock is to do it regularly. He said that I could count on it. Now I was the guy with big smile on my face.

As he was leaving he extended his hand and said thank you. I shook his hand, pulled him close and hugged him – he hugged back. He again said, “I have your number – you’ll hear from me soon.” I hope that he does come back – but if not, I think that I’ll remember this guy and the taste of his cock and ass for quite a while.

Paris

2009-03-03T16:39:00.003-05:00

I had five days to spend in Paris before taking the train back to Zurich and my flight back to Chicago. I was visiting my friend Marc and his lover Arnaud. They have a top floor apartment in the 14^th Arrondissement – filled with light and incredible street views. I met Marc about ten years ago at an education conference in Atlanta. Marc is one of those Americans who graduated from college and immediately moved to Paris. Within a matter of months he had coupled with a wealthy Frenchman and is living a fairy tale life. They have been together for fifteen years now. I really wasn’t planning on visiting Paris this past summer – but when Marc heard I was going to Zürich he insisted that I stop by Paris. I’m not one to refuse free room and board.

It has been about twenty years since I was last in Paris – so I was excited about spending time on my own roaming about the city. I had set aside at least three days to rediscover the collections at the Louvre. The nice thing about technology is that I can find a hookup – even set it up months in advance – anywhere I travel. I had been on a couple of hookup sites before I left for Europe and had been chatting with a twenty-four year old expat in Paris. His name is Trent. He’s a master’s student in Global Communications at the American University of Paris. From the pictures he sent me – I knew that I wanted to meet him. He told me he likes older guys. The more we chatted – the more that I could feel he was lonely and probably a little homesick. I met him on the morning of my third day in Paris at the Meditation statue overlooking the place de la Concorde. I had been out drinking with Marc and Arnaud the night before and was definitely feeling the effects of too much red wine.

Trent was about thirty minutes late – but I drank a strong coffee while I waited and watched the world go by. He was more handsome than his pictures. He was dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a tee shirt. His hair was longer than in the pictures I had seen – it could almost be considered unkempt. We walked through the Tuileries and talked. It felt so good to converse in English – my mind was not required to translate everything it processed. Months ago when he and I first started chatting, I had given him the address of this blog. I don’t often do that. Do I really want guys that I may one day physically meet to know what a pervert I am? Strangely, that is always on my mind. But Trent seemed to like what he read. He offered to take me on a walking tour of the city – with the final destination being his chamber de bonne (fancy name for a small apartment) in the 7^th Arrondissement. As we walked, I realized that Trent was a cool and intelligent guy. We walked to Notre Dame Cathedral. I can say that I have been to the top and bottom of the Cathedral: we walked the 387 steps to the top of the south tower and descended into the crypt under the Parvis. I was surprised when Trent kissed me when we were in the crypt – I’m sure some Pope rolled over in his grave. We walked across the Seine to the Rodin Museum and then to the Eiffel Tower. I’m not sure if he was trying to wear me out – but it wasn’t working. Just watching with ass climb the steps to the second level at the Eiffel Tower made my cock hard. We stopped for dinner and had a couple bottles of wine.

Finally, at about 22:00 we ended up at his apartment. There were more stairs to climb. By that point I was smelly and needed a shower. But there was not a shower in my near future. When we got in his room, Trent and I kissed. The kiss led to our clothes coming off. His body was spectacular: 6’ tall, no more than 180 lbs. All of the walking he does keeps him in exceptional shape. His chest was dusted with brown hair – smooth as silk when I touched it. His cock was cut and hard – a good 6 inches in length and average in girth – as a black drag queen friend of mine used to say, “Just an average white boy cock.” He dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. This boy knew what he was doing. He looked up at me and asked me to fuck him. I rammed my cock down his throat a few more times before I said, “Get on the bed!” He followed orders well. I grabbed a few condoms out of my camera bag – am I the only guy who carries condoms everywhere I go? I could tell his sheets were unwashed – I wondered how many people had fucked on these sheets. He was on his back, I was between his legs. I entered him with one quick motion and he let out a guttural scream. I grabbed his balls and pulled them hard. He liked that. I fucked him long and hard – every time I thought that he was about to shoot his load I would pull hard on his balls – that seemed to discourage his orgasm. By the time I was ready to cum he was wallowing in a puddle of sweat. I lunged one last time and ended my fuck. He wanted to taste my cum so I emptied the condom into his mouth and then kissed him. I licked down his body and stopped at his nipples to play and suck. He liked that. By the time I got down to his cock he was leaking pre-seminal fluid unlike any cock that I’ve seen. I took him into my throat, he grabbed my head and pushed his cock further down my throat and then shot his load.

I kissed him again – letting him taste the little bit of his own cum that was still in my mouth. We fell asleep in his small bed – covered in sweat and cum. I awoke in the middle of the night and had to piss. Trent pointed me to a shared toilet in the hall. He patted my ass and told me not to linger. I fucked him again the next morning. That boy could not get enough of my cock. Trent had obligations that day – so we exchanged cell numbers and I took a taxi back to Marc and Arnaud’s. I reeked and was a little embarrassed that the cab driver probably recognized that I smelled of sex. It felt good to shower and have a quiet lunch with Marc. I spent the afternoon exploring the small shops of le Marais –I found some great gifts.

That evening Trent called. I invited him to dinner with Marc and Arnaud. We dined in Chinatown – exceptional food. Marc, Arnaud and Trent hit it off immediately. I was glad of that. I had asked Marc if Trent cold stay over and he said yes. So Trent and I spent the night in a larger and more comfortable bed. We fucked each other that night – he had never fucked a guy before – had only been on the receiving end. His cock fit perfectly in my ass. We held each other and fell asleep only to be awakened the next morning by Marc delivering breakfast in bed – now that’s a friend. I said au revoir to Trent that morning. I had to catch my train to Zürich. Trent was definitely a guy that I could seriously have a crush on – but aren’t they all.

I caught my plane in Zürich and got some much needed sleep on the flight home. Every time I travel I come home with some great encounters – but my travels always cause me to wonder if I am living in the wrong place. Would I have a partner if I lived in a place with a more concentrated gay population? Do I even want a partner? Maybe not to both, difficult to say.

Lubed and Ready to be Fucked

2009-03-03T12:12:00.009-05:00

I thought that my ad was direct and to the point:

Lubed and Ready to be Fucked - m4m

I don't get in this mood very often - but I'm looking to get fucked long and hard between now and Sunday evening. I'm not available between 8 am and 6 pm on Friday, Feb 26. I will be able to get together all other times. I like all types of guys - whether you're a young stud or an older daddy type - hit me up if you need a warm place to put your cock - if not in my ass - then in my mouth. I'm safe, sane, HIV-negative and STD-free - you be too. I'm just feeling a little like a cock whore this weekend. I can host. If interested - send your stats and a picture if you have one - but picture not required.

I attached a picture of my ass raised and ready to be fucked.

I had not been fucked since my trip to San Diego in January 2009 – I’m behind on updates and will write about that soon. Just know that I got together with the Marine from my last trip to San Diego in January 2008 and my ass needed time to recuperate after the workout he gave me.

About two hours later I got my first response:

The subject line read, “saw your post, let’s do it this afternoon!!!!” The body of the text was – “5’11”, about 190, dd free, about 8”. You? I responded with my stats and a picture. His next email: “so, let’s fuck. See you at 6, biatch, can’t stay long.” I got home early, showered and cleaned my ass and had a beer. I was a little nervous for some reason. It has been a while since I’ve put out such a blatant call to be used like a whore. He arrived at exactly 18:00 and was a nice looking guy – in his late 30s, clean shaved, blue eyes and good teeth - as he came in the door he said that he was new at this – this was his first experience with a guy. He was very nervous – he had the look of a doe in headlights just before the car hits her. I asked if he wanted something to drink – he declined. He asked if I did this often. I explained that I like and enjoy a healthy sex life. He mumbled that he didn’t need to catch anything – he had a wife and kids and couldn’t take anything home. I told him I was tested regularly and he’d be wearing a condom when he fucked me. He just stood in the middle of the room and looked around wide eyed – I’ve had a trick look like this one other time and he ended up picking up an iron, threatening me and then fleeing my house – taking my iron with him – I loved that iron.

I groped his crotch and he indeed had a large cock. He said, “So you’re getting the party started?” I took out his cock – it was beautiful – about 6” soft and a thick girth. His pubic hair was the color of the hair on his head – a light strawberry blonde. I sucked on his cock for a while – his nervousness was evident. He said, “What do you have?” I said, “Nothing to compare to your cock.” He pulled down my gym shorts and stroked my cock – I instantly was hard. He laid his head on my stomach and jacked my cock. I could tell he wanted to suck my cock. He almost licked it – I thought about ramming my cock down his throat and changing this to end with him laid over the edge of the sofa with my cock up his ass. But I restrained myself.

Maybe I pushed the situation, I don’t know. Maybe he was just too freaked by the situation. He decided that we should just beat off – his excuse was that he was nervous and having performance anxiety. He beat his cock and I mine. He eventually got hard and shot his load in his hand. I asked him to rub it on my chest. He did. I told him to play with my nipples – he did – and I shot my cum in my hand. He was impressed by the volume of my load – and said so – total fascination on his part. He quickly dressed and apologized for not being able to get over his mistrust that he might catch some STD from me. I told him to always follow his instincts – but reaffirmed that he had nothing to worry about from me. He thanked me and left.

The whole experience was weird. Who answers an ad like mine, seems to like my stats and picture and then freaks out so? I sent him an email the next day. I said how nice it was to meet him and that I hoped he could conquer his nerves the next time he made an attempt to have sex with a guy. His response thanked me.

I still wanted to be fucked!

I had several more responses to my ad. Several were from guys who I would never allow to fuck me – just not for me. I sent them messages explaining that my needs had been met – but thanks for the offer – I know – not the truth – but I needed to write something.

I had to meet friends for dinner. When I got home I had several more responses to my ad. One stood out. It was from the Junior Sadist. His message was: “I know that ass – why haven’t you emailed me?” It had been about seven months since we last got together. I have to admit that I have missed him. I responded and asked when he wanted to come over. He was at my door in twenty minutes. One thing I like is that he likes to kiss. We stood by the door kissing and grinding crotches. He was hard when he came through the door. We found our way to my bedroom and had fun taking off each other’s clothing. I’m not sure how to describe this, but some young guys have a distinct smell – maybe it’s the smell of teen spirit – I don’t know. All I know is that it is an aphrodisiac to me – musky, sweaty, sexy. The Junior Sadist is usually a “cum once and go” kind of guy. But as we were wallowing around on the bed he said, “I’m good for a couple of loads.”

He lay on his back and positioned me so that I faced him and straddled his cock. I reached over, got a condom, and slid it over his cock. My ass was already lubed. He slid his cock in my ass I loved every inch. This is what I needed. He reached up and started playing with my nipples – lightly at first – but then roughly – causing incredible sensations for me. He lubed his hand and jacked my cock. I’m not sure how he did: he was fucking me, one hand was torturing my nipples and one hand was jacking my cock. I think that is a lot like patting your head and rubbing your stomach. He pounded my ass and I was very verbal about how much I was enjoying it. I wonder if the neighbors heard me scream how hard I wanted him to fuck me.

There is something nice about fucking a guy on a regular basis – you get to know the sounds he makes when he is about to cum. The Junior Sadist did his short series of grunts and then shot his load. We kissed as he was coming down from his orgasm – eventually his cock slipped from my ass – I reached down to take the condom off his cock but it had stayed in my ass – cum was oozing everywhere. We spent the next couple of hours or so holding each other, talking and taking cat naps. I could feel his heart beating against my arm. He has a light snore when he sleeps. He stayed hard the entire time.

I looked at the bedside clock – it was 02:00. I stroked his face and he asked me to give him another condom. He pushed me on my stomach and entered my ass. His arms were hooked under my shoulders as he lay on my back and fucked my ass. I was pinned and being fucked – I was in heaven. He fucked me for a good thirty minutes. My cock was rubbing under my body against the sheets. He was on my back – fucking and grunting – when I shot my load. My ass tightened and I could hear the Junior Sadist’s grunts before orgasm. He came and collapsed on my back – we stayed like that for a while – he fell asleep and lightly snored – I felt his cock slide out of my ass.

He had to leave at about 04:00 – his dog was at home alone. We kissed at the door and he told me to not put up an ad to get fucked – just to email him and if he was available he’d take care of me.

I went to my computer and deleted my ad.

Brussels

2009-03-03T12:08:00.001-05:00

I didn’t expect to have much free time in Brussels. I was only visiting for three nights. The mornings and afternoons were booked with meetings and I knew that the nights would be taken up with preparing for meetings the next day. I did get out of the hotel each evening – I went for long walks with a purposeful destination of nowhere. I was staying near the Grand Place. The first evening I stumbled upon a local eatery quite by accident. I had walked by the tourist trap restaurants on the rue des Bouchers. Pretty to look at – but I was looking for where the locals dine. I don’t remember the name of the restaurant but I had a delicious meal: main course was rabbit in a prune and beer sauce. From what I understand that is an authentic Belgium dish. Two or three beers later I walked back to my hotel and worked away the evening. The second night I ate in the hotel restaurant and then went back to my room. I was in bed early.

My last night in Brussels, I walked over to the Delirium bar. My meetings for this trip were completed – so I had a free night before I caught my train for Paris the next day. The pink elephant is the symbol of the Delirium bar – and I know why. If you drink too many of their beers you get so drunk that you end up seeing things. I don’t know this from experience (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it) – but there were some trashed people in that bar before the night was over.

I found a seat at the bar and ordered a Delirium tremens – a very strong blonde beer. I needed something to eat if I was going to drink at this bar. I ordered a cheese and sausage plate – just what I needed. After a couple of more tremens – I was feeling good. I was having problems understanding the Belgium French dialect that was being spoken around me. I was missing about every sixth word. I was getting frustrated. But I was doing my best to communicate with the bartender in French. I ordered another tremens and I heard the guy sitting next to me chuckle. I turned to see what his problem was. He said in a Scottish brogue, “No offense, Just speak English, he understands.” I took him at his word, no offense was taken. He extended his right hand and introduced himself as Douglas. We sat and talked for a while – just bar talk – nothing deep or meaningful. Now Douglas was possibly the most nondescript guy I’ve met in a while: dark hair, clean shaved, maybe 40 – 45 years old. He had the body to match his age – a little belly – but a nice looking guy. He worked somewhere in the European Union complex.

He suggested that we move away from the bar and sit at one of the large wooden barrel tables. Our conversation turned to politics – both European and American. Somehow the topic of marriage equality came up and the just qualified Proposition 8 in California. I had to explain what that all was about. He asked why I cared, was I a poofer? I knew that was a derogatory term – same level as fag. I stared straight into his eyes and said, “Yea, you have a fucking problem with that?” He said that he didn’t – just was making conversation. I was just drunk enough to beat his ass. We talked for just a bit longer and I needed to head back to the hotel. Douglas left the bar with me. He said, “The night is young, want to go to another pub?” I said that I needed to get back to my room – he groped his crotch and asked if I needed company. I not only said no – I said hell no. I kind of went off on him. He dared to insult me and then wanted to come back to my room. Sometimes I don’t mind being used and abused by guys – did I say sometimes? I didn’t understand the game he was playing and my instincts told me to get to bed – alone. Douglas was walking back into the Delirium bar the last time I saw him. Good riddance.

The next day I had a nasty hangover on the train to Paris.

Munich

2009-02-24T14:09:00.002-05:00

Munich was the next destination on my European trip. I had a week to play before I had to go to Brussels for work. I was met at the train station by my friend David. I’ve known David since I was a student at Georgia Tech – we are fraternity brothers. He teaches at the Ludwig Maximilian University of Munich. We’ve always been there for each other – through crazy boyfriends, breakups, and strange sexual encounters. We’ve never had sex with each other – but we might as well have. We both realized, long ago, that sex would kill our friendship.

David lives in a large apartment in the Isarvorstadt section of Munich . He has a keen sense of design and it shows in the way he decorated his apartment. Our first evening was spent dining, drinking and catching up on new and old times. When I told him in January that I would be visiting in July, he surprised me with tickets to the Richard Strauss Week at the Munich Opera Festival. So for five performances I was treated to some of my favorite operas: Der Rosenkavalier, Arabella, Ariade auf Naxos, Elektra and Salome. Also saw Das Gehege – my first experience with this work. I’ve forgotten how much I enjoy dressing up for a night of opera and fine dining – not something I get to do that often in the Midwest.

I did the typical tourist destinations when in Munich: the Marienplatz area, Olympic Park and the Reutches Museum – what an incredible science museum. Strangely, I wasn’t looking for sex – I was still basking in the afterglow of the time I had with Timo in Davos. I was content to enjoy this beautiful city. I would go off on my own during the day and David and I played at night.

Toward the end of my visit, David offered to take me out to witness the fetish scene in Munich – he is a member of a gay fetish club. Now David has always enjoyed the darker side of sex. He’s found a home in the BDSM community in Munich. He’s a little extreme for me. We’ve often talked about what motivates him to enjoy giving pain. So I prepared myself for anything. The years have been kind to David – his body is more muscled and firmer than it was in college – his chest, upper chest and back were tattooed – some from his days in the Navy. At 6’3” tall, shaved head and fu Manchu style mustache – he can appear to be quite threatening. He does like to come across as a bad ass. But he is still the same sweet David who is one of my best friends. I’ve never really seen him in full masochist mode – that was about to change.

I had to wear some type of fetish wear to this club – David had a couple things that fit me. I ended up wearing a leather kilt, white tee shirt and leather vest. I liked the feeling of my cock and balls flopping free under the kilt. Somebody had sex in this kilt at some point – probably several times – it smelled of sweat and cum. I have to admit – I looked okay in that kilt – I may have to get one. I finished the outfit off with a pair of black boots. David said he would change at the club.

The folks in Munich seem to be really serious about their BDSM. We made the short walk from David’s place to a two-story building. It was like finding a secret entrance to get into the place. We walked down an alley to a fence and on the left was a simply lit doorway. David had submitted an application for me to get in as a registered friend. Our credentials were checked and we headed to the locker room for David to change. He removed his shirt and pants and stood in front of me in just a black leather jock and a harness. He took out some black leather arm bands and put them on. He could have been a leather daddy model – quite spectacular.

I was a little nervous – I was definitely out of my element. David suggested we get a drink. All eyes were on David when we entered the pub area. He acknowledged a couple of guys and introduced me to some of his friends. Jürgen was a guy in his late 30s – the classic German look – short brown hair, chiseled features, same outfit as David wore – Jürgen was hairy – tight kinky brown hair on his chest. It seemed to me that there were two groups in that room – on one side, where David and his friends resided were the obviously dominant guys. The obviously sub guys were hovering around the edges of the room – speaking at more quiet levels. The caste system was clearly defined. I realized that I was having problems with all of this. It was my lack of understanding of the whole BDSM culture combined with me not fully understanding the intricacies of German culture that was confusing me. I’d enjoy just standing back and soaking all of this in. I figured there were going to be guys who just liked being watched.

David took me on tour of the bar. There was a wet area for water sports and an SM area with a couple of different racks that already had guys strapped in them – flog marks on their asses. David told me to explore and that he would see me later. I went back to the water sports area. There – lying on the floor was a naked guy in a pool of piss. I think he told me – his Bavarian accent was very guttural – to piss on him when I had to go – what the hell? I did have to piss – I lifted my kilt and soaked his chest and face with my piss. He was hard and started beating off. I watched as others pissed on him. It was cool to see all those uncut cocks let loose their piss. The guy on the floor shot a load as he was being pissed on. My cock was starting to get hard and was tenting my kilt.

I ran into Jürgen – we chatted for awhile – I told him all of this was new to me – but I was having fun. He asked me to follow him. He led me to the room with the racks. There strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross was a beautiful young blonde guy – probably about 24. His ass was already marked by a few swipes of a paddle. Jürgen asked if I wanted to paddle his boy. I thought about it and took the paddle he handed me. Jürgen told me to not be gentle. That paddle made a loud whacking sound as it met the blonde’s ass and he let out a grunt and then a small whimper through the ball gag he was wearing. I laid three more hits on the blonde’s ass. Jürgen chuckled and asked if he had unleashed a monster? I have to admit I enjoyed paddling that guy. Then Jürgen went to work on the blonde. The blonde’s balls were tied and pulled on – his nipples were twisted and tortured. The blonde cried as his body was being mauled. Jürgen handed me the cord that was tied around the blonde’s balls. As Jürgen worked the blonde’s cock and nipples – I pulled hard on the cord I was holding. I looked at the blonde – he was staring at me – tears flowing from his eyes – almost begging me to not stretch his balls any more. I smiled and pulled harder. His eyes closed and he lowered his head. My cock was hard and the leather of the kilt felt great against it.

I thanked Jürgen and explored the rest of the club. I wandered into the dark room area. I could hear the sounds of sucking and fucking. The smell of sweat, cum and a slight stench of piss was in the air. I found a wall and leaned against it as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I felt a hand slip under the leather vest and find my right nipple through my tee shirt. Then a hand went under my kilt and found my cock. Then a hand was rubbing my ass. I stood there and let these hands wander over my body. Then a mouth found my cock and I received an incredible blowjob. I grabbed the ears of the head that was sucking me and pounded his face. The mouth sucking me gagged and tried to pull away – but he wasn’t going anywhere. I let him breath – but didn’t let up on the fucking I was giving his mouth. He sucked me for a while – but I wasn’t ready to blow my load yet. Just as I was about to come, I pulled out of the mouth, stroked the side of the head and then pushed the head that was sucking me away. I stood for a while and then decided that I needed another drink.

I wondered where David was. It had been about an hour and a half since I had seen him. I asked the keeper of the pub if he had seen the guy that I was with earlier. He told me to check the private rooms. I had no idea where those were. I knew Jürgen would know. I found him abusing yet another body in the S&M room. He told me where to find David. I hoped that I had the correct room when I knocked on the door –David did answer. He invited me in. Strapped to gyno table was a guy. His head was covered with a full leather hood. His legs were in the stirrups of the table – his upper body was held to the table with plastic wrap. David asked me if I wanted to watch and wondered if I could handle it. I said that I would like to stay. I watched as David played with the guy’s ass. I noticed the guy on the table had his cock and balls taped to his abdomen with duct tape. That looked painful to me.

I suddenly realized I was about to watch a guy get fisted. It has been years since I’ve seen this in person. David gloved his hand and then lubed up. I’m not sure how much time passed – but eventually David had his arm up to the elbow in this guy’s ass. The guy on the table was enjoying this – even though he did protest at some points. But when that happened – David would whisper something in the guy’s ear and he would calm down. That fisting session went on for a long time. David decided to end the fisting session and told me to look at the guy’s ass. His hole was huge – but was slowly shrinking as I watched. Then David reached down and jerked the duct tape off the guy’s crotch. Along with it came chunks of hair. I could hear the guy screaming in the hood. David grabbed the balls in front of him and twisted hard. I thought he was going to pull them off. The guy behind the hood was in great pain. I needed to leave – this was getting a little intense for me.

Plus, I needed to piss again. I found another guy in the water sports room on his knees ready to take piss. I was happy to fill his mouth with my urine. This was such a weird evening. I suddenly found myself among the Doms – but my brain was screaming at me not to let my more submissive side come out. This was a night I would not suck cock or get fucked. But I did want to drop a load. I went back into the dark room and found a sweet cocksucker. We found a place in the corner and he gave me a long slow blowjob. I rewarded him by blowing my load on his face.

I found David again – he and Jürgen were talking in the room with the racks. David asked if I was ready to go – we could go get something to eat and then head home. That was cool with me. Seems Jürgen was joining us. They both changed into their street clothes – I was still in my kilt and vest. But I didn’t care. I had a nice chance to talk with Jürgen. Seems he is the CFO of a manufacturing company – very nice guy – just seems to like to cause guys pain. I think that someone needs to do case studies on guy’s like David and Jürgen to try to figure out why giving pain provides them such pleasure.

When David and I got back to the apartment we talked about what I had seen that evening. He told me more about the guy on his table. He comes to David to receive pain and humiliation. I missed really the painful part – Yikes! I’m glad I did. But David seemed to enjoy it. It is not really a sexual thing for them. The cock of the guy on the table never got hard. It was all about pain. He also told me that Jürgen had been impressed with me – especially the joy he saw in my face as I was helping abuse his boy. I did enjoy that.

I was sad to say goodbye to David at the train station. I’m not sure why he enjoys causing pain. But I love him like a brother. I had a lot to think about as I took the train to Brussels.

Davos

2009-02-19T14:01:00.006-05:00

It has been quite a while since I have had the motivation to chronicle any on my encounters for this blog - no excuses on my part – I just lost interest for a while. Also, I had a barrage of nasty emails that caused me to reconsider why I was writing this blog. I’ve thought about those harassing emails and have decided that people will like or hate what I write – I have no control over that. You guys should know that these things really happen to me – though hard to believe even by me sometimes. Thanks to the guys who have inquired if I am well. It is always nice when others notice when I’m not around.

This past summer I went to Europe for the month of July. It was a combination of business and pleasure. I attended a symposium in Davos, Switzerland, then headed to Munich to visit a friend and take in some of the Munich Opera Festival, then went to Brussels for business and finally, spent some time with another friend in Paris. I don’t want this post to turn into a travel log – I’ll try my best for that not to happen.

Luckily, I had enough miles to upgrade to business on Swiss Air – that made the direct flight from Chicago to Zürich bearable. It was a quick trip from the airport to the train station. At the station I met up with some colleagues who were heading toward the same symposium. There was about a four hour wait until we had to catch the train to Davos. We ate lunch and I had a few beers - I enjoyed a dark bock called Samichlaus. It was only after I had consumed three beers that I realized the alcohol content was 14% - yikes! So I was buzzed all the way to Davos.

Somehow I always manage to pick a great hotel. I never stay in the conference hotel – just not my thing. I checked into the Morosani Scheizerhof. I immediately had to find a clothing store – I had forgotten my jacket and the air temperature was on the cool side. As I was searching for a store, I discovered that there were several bars and nightspots close to my hotel. I would explore those later in the week. The next two days were taken up by symposium activities – it seemed that every moment was accounted for by the symposium organizers. But on the second night of the conference a group of us did go out to some of the bars near my hotel. My favorite was the Ex Bar – good mix of people – mostly under 40 – it had a very alternative vibe. I was in a mixed group of men and women and mostly stayed with them – but I did get the opportunity to meet a couple of local guys. My German didn’t seem as bad as I thought it was. On the third day we had the entire afternoon free. I joined a group and hiked the trails above Davos. I was almost overcome by the beauty of the mountains.

The symposium ended on the fourth day – and I was ready for it to end. I had decided to stay over for four more days and catch some of the Davos Jazz Festival. The first night I was on my own – I decided to go back to the Ex Bar. I was on a mission to enjoy the next couple of days. I sat at the bar and just took in the environment. There was a Dixieland band playing on the stage –part of the Jazz Festival. There were a couple of guys at the bar next to me – probably in their mid-twenties – chatting about the music. It seems the Swiss really enjoy Dixieland jazz – who would have suspected? Not sure how, but I was assimilated into their conversation. There were some idiomatic phrases that I did not understand – but they were cool about rephrasing or explaining. Timo was the taller of the two – must have been about 5’10”, 170, muscular, short brown hair, clean shaven and a killer smile. Dan was about 6’, shaved head, a day’s growth of beard on his face. Dan was a ski instructor during the winter – it seems he just bums around during the months without snow. Timo was doing his military service and was enjoying some leave time.

The more we drank, the friendlier we became. I was explaining that I was a little bummed that I had not been able to hike the high trails above Davos that have views of the Alps. Dan offered to take me for a hike on the high trails. We agreed to meet in my hotel lobby the next morning at 07:00. I knew I would be hung over. Timo said that he would like to tag along. A little after midnight, Dan’s girlfriend showed up. She was beautiful. They decided to leave – leaving me and Timo at the bar. I bought drinks and the conservation somehow turned to sex. Timo asked if I had a wife – I said I was gay. He got quiet and I could tell that he was thinking. When he finally broke the silence – he told me more about himself. His father died when he was 8. His mother remarried and his step-father was an asshole. He was happy to leave home for the military – he was considering the service as a career. He first had sex when he was 14 – seems he was molested by his older female cousin. She used him until he was 18 – and from what he said – each experience made him feel dirty and she was somewhat of a masochist. As he told me his story, his leg pressed against mine under the bar. I pressed back. He had been experimenting with sex with guys – two experiences had been pleasurable for him – one had been very unpleasant when the guy tried to fuck him – he wasn’t into being fucked. I asked if he liked to fuck – he said yes. I suggested we head back to my hotel room.

When we got back to the room we quickly took our clothes off. I set the alarm for 06:00. Timo’s body was perfection. His pecs were covered with brown hair and he had a small patch of hair on his stomach. His cock was hard. His body was lightly tanned. His balls were pulled up close to his body. I knew he would cum quickly if I immediately went for his cock. So instead I pushed him to the bed and lay next to him. I gently kissed him. Ah, I love the taste of beer on a young man’s breath. I wanted to be gentle with Timo. I kissed my way down his body – his nipples became erect when I sucked on them. He was moaning and saying something – but my mind had stopped translating at that point – I had other things to think about. I licked down his body and finally got to his cock. It was about 6” long and thick. I pulled his foreskin over the head of his cock and nibbled. I moved to his tight balls and gently sucked each ball. I then took his cock down my throat – he was all the way down my throat. With only a few strokes, he shouted and filled my throat with his cum. His cock got very sensitive after he shot is load. So I moved up and held him as he was coming down from the climax.

He kissed me and then started moving down my body. He was a talented cocksucker – though he could have used less teeth. He wanted me to cum on his chest – so I did. Then I rubbed it into his chest hair. We fell asleep with Timo’s chest to my back in a spoon position. I could feel his cock against my ass.

The alarm woke us at 06:00. My head was throbbing – but so was the cock pressed against my ass. I turned and kissed Timo. The sweet taste of beer from the previous night had soured a little. I asked if he wanted to fuck me. He did. I got the lube and condom. The man that I thought I had to be gentle with last night suddenly became an animal when he fucked me. He wasn’t gentle. Also gone was the quick ejaculator from the night before. Timo fucked me hard for about 15 minutes – all the time telling me how he wanted me to remember this fuck. This was a very Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde kind of experience. We both were sweating profusely. I know that the people in the next room must have heard him when he came – he bellowed and then collapsed on top of me.

When we came back to life – it was time to shower – we washed each other – I gave him a tee shirt to wear – and we made it to the lobby just a minute or so before Dan arrived. For the rest of the day we hiked. It was so cool to have Dan guiding us through the trails. We ate lunch at a restaurant on one of the peaks and I got some great pictures. I thought that all that hiking would cause me great pain. But I felt no pain - I was invigorated. I got back to my hotel by 18:00. To thank Dan, I offered to buy him dinner. He accepted. We agreed to meet at 20:00. Timo followed me to my hotel room to pick up his shirt. It was never spoken – just assumed that he would be at dinner as well – but he needed to go home and change. I suggested he bring back an additional change of clothes – he might need them. He smiled and was still smiling when I met him at the Bistro Gentiana – authentic Swiss fondue. We had a wonderful meal – topped off with several drinks. We closed the restaurant down. It was about midnight and I was feeling the exertions of the day. Dan headed off to meet his girlfriend and Timo and I went back to my hotel room with a bottle of champagne. For the rest of the night we sucked and fucked. I ate his ass and he really seemed to enjoy it.

We got out of bed late the next morning and ate breakfast on the private veranda. The day was warm and we lounged for hours in just our robes. I felt really comfortable with Timo. But, I had to leave that afternoon. I was catching a train to Zürich and then on to Munich. Timo saw me off at the station. We exchanged phone numbers and e-mail addresses. We chat at least once a week – sometimes more. I now have a friend in Switzerland. Now that’s not something that this southern boy thought he would ever be able to say.

Strange Encounters

2008-02-26T11:18:00.001-05:00

It seems as if it has been snowing forever – but in reality it has been only snowing for the last month. I’ve had my share of regulars drop by and have even cultivated some new possibilities. I had my yearly HIV and STD tests – all came back negative. But over the last couple of weeks I’ve had three encounters that were down right strange.

First-timer

I got a message from a young guy asking for his first blow job. He described himself as 22, athletic, 6’1”, 170, African-American with little body hair. I gave him directions to my place. He showed up on time and appeared to be really nervous. He was beautiful – sported a scruffy beard and dreadlocks. We sat and talked for a while. He leaned back on the sofa, spread his legs and looked down at his cock. I could see it growing in his pants. I reached for it and looked in his eyes. I got down on my knees and unzipped his pants. I pulled his half-hard cock out of the vent of his boxers and as soon as I put the head of his cock in my mouth he jumped up as if bitten by a snake. He quickly pulled up his pants and said, “This isn’t right - my mistake. It feels weird. I was never here.” He fled my apartment. I was still on my knees and just smiled as he closed the door and thought to myself, “What the fuck was that?”

Married Sub

I’ve been instant messaging with a married guy. He and his wife usually play together arranging for the other partner to be bound and used – but seems he is branching out on his own while she is at work. He is a stay-at-home husband - nice looking guy – red hair, 5’9”, a few pounds overweight, shaved body, small cock. He’s looking for a guy to tie him down, torture his balls and maybe rough him up a little. Whatever floats his boat! But he also wants his mouth used – he is a voracious cock sucker. He has often asked me to come to his house during the day – but my schedule just hasn’t allowed it. A couple of weeks ago I saw that I might be in the office by myself all day on Thursday. On Tuesday before I asked if he might like to come by my office on Thursday and blow me. He said that he could. I gave him my building and room number and the link to the University map so that he could find me. He said no problem.

At about 10:00 on Thursday morning I had the hardest erection. I messaged him and told him that he could come by – my cock was ready for him. He acted like he didn’t know what I was talking about. He didn’t know my location. It was bizarre. I told him to never mind. He sent me a long message of apology – but it all made no sense. I looked back on our messages and suddenly realized that this guy never retained information from our discussions. He either is really dense or has a drug problem. I decided to do some digging into public records and discovered that indeed he has a criminal past – not so much a house husband as a guy on house arrest. I’ve removed him from my messenger list and don’t plan on further communication with him.

College Apartment

I seldom go out to suck cock. I’m more comfortable having guys come to my place. But sometimes I do travel for dick. I got a message from one of my regulars – young college guy, 20 years old, nice hairy body, seven inch uncut cock. He said that he was stuck in his apartment, his roommate had his car and he was alone for the next couple of hours. He wanted to know if I would come over and suck his cock. He gave me directions and off I went. He answered the door naked and led me to his room. It was a very good example of a really dirty college guy apartment. Clothes were scattered everywhere – trash piled up. Luckily there wasn’t too bad of a smell. He lay back on the disheveled sheets of his bed and spread his legs. I went down on his cock. He shot quickly and I continued to suck – usually he gives me a couple of loads.

That’s when we heard the front door opened. He jumped up, put his clothes on, whispered for me to stay where I was and left the room closing the door behind him. I heard conversation in the other room and a television being turned on. I wasn’t sure what to do – I’m a little too old to be hiding in a college boy’s room to protect him from his roommate’s discovery. I read some of the magazines scattered across the floor. After about fifteen minutes the door opened and the college boy motioned for me to follow him. His roommate was taking a shower. I was shown the door and believe me, I went through it. I got a message from the college boy apologizing. We have agreed to meet at my place from now on.

San Diego II

2008-02-13T10:35:00.002-05:00

I slept late on Saturday morning after my evening with the Marine. It felt good to roll over at about 09:00 and not be concerned about a schedule. The room still smelled of sex – I wish that I could have found a way to bottle that smell and have it with me all the time. I ordered breakfast from room service and ate it on the balcony – it felt good to be outside – I wore a pair of boxers. The sun felt good on my body. At about noon I checked my email. I had a message from the 36 year-old married guy who I had been chatting with prior to my arrival in San Diego. We agreed that he would drop by at 17:00 that afternoon. I spent the afternoon in the Pacific Beach area (or the PB as I learned the locals call it). I bought a few postcards for friends and family and had a late lunch at a Japanese restaurant named Wasabi – very good food – just what I had been craving.

I was back at the hotel by 16:30 – I had plenty of time to shower. I got a call on my cell at 17:00 – the married guy would be a little late. That was cool – I learned a long time ago that I have to be flexible when making plans with guys who are married. He showed up at about 17:30. The wait was worth it. He was a handsome man – 6’2”, at the most 200 lbs, short brown hair, short cropped mustache and goatee. We talked for a while as we shared a bourbon and coke. We talked about his family – he is happily married with four children. We talked about his work: he is a partner in a software development company. He had about three hours so we decided to get naked. When he took his clothes off I was impressed. He had a hairy chest – firm pecs, flat stomach and a very nice flaccid 7” cut cock.

When we were both naked he hugged me and we explored each others body with our hands. Both our cocks were starting to get hard. Being so close to him made me smell his cologne – it had essences of Leather and Lavender – I think it was a Dior product. I was surprised when he licked down my body, went to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I had obviously misunderstood what he wanted – but this was nice. He gently rolled my testicles in one of his hands. His other hand found my right nipple and gave it a good squeeze. He was a good cocksucker. His tongue touched all the right spots – he was able to take me all the way down his throat. I grabbed his head with my left hand and starting fucking his face. We were both enjoying this.

He pushed me onto the bed and licked his way up my body. He stopped at my chest and suckled each nipple. Soon we were kissing. It was a deep messy kiss. I was still confused – but just went with it – but decided to return the favor. I licked down his body – I almost came when I got to his hairy chest. His nipples were erect. I sucked and nibbled on each. He encouraged me to keep going. His cock had grown to a nice size – I’m awful with measurements but it was probably now up to about 9 inches. I licked the head. It tasted salty. His crotch had a wonderful musky smell. I took his cock down my throat. I had not sucked for more than a minute when he grabbed my head and started grunting that he was about to shoot his load. But he was already giving me his load. His cock did not loose its hardness. I continued to lick his crotch. I licked his balls and let my mouth wander toward his ass.

He rolled over on to his stomach and presented me his ass. I buried my face in his ass. He loved it – so did I – his ass had the slight taste of pepper. I ate his ass for a while before I heard him say, “Please, fuck me.” I said , "You've got it." I got the lube and a condom. My cock slipped into his ass with little difficulty – this was an ass that had definitely fucked before - but he was still tight. He wanted to be fucked – I fucked him. It takes me forever to cum sometimes – this was a moment when that was a good thing. I fucked him doggy style. I fucked him on his back. I fucked him on his side. Eventually I felt my orgasm coming. I pulled out of his ass, took off the condom and shoot my load all over his face. He seemed to be in heaven. I smeared my cum over his face – pushing some into his mouth. He licked the cum off my hand.

I fell next to him on the bed. We were a sweaty pile of flesh. Nothing was said. We lay there for about thirty minutes – playing with each other’s bodies – hands slick with sweat and cum. He asked if he could use the shower. I washed his back. As he dressed we talked of what had happened. I told him that I thought I was going to be the one getting fucked. He laughed. Seems he purposefully never was specific because he never decides if he will let a guy fuck him until he meets the guy. That was strange to me – but that’s what makes life interesting. But looking back on it – he was a pretty incredible fuck.

San Diego I

2008-01-25T08:10:00.000-05:00

I spent five days in San Diego last week. I am a consultant on a multi-million dollar grant based out of a university in San Diego. Three days of the trip were for pleasure and two for business. I arrived in San Diego on a Thursday night at about midnight. The flight was non-eventful – but I did get upgraded to first-class.

I caught a taxicab to the hotel. The taxi driver was a muscular Hispanic guy – friendly and talkative. We talked about why I was in San Diego. He pointed out places I should visit while in town. We talked about what beaches were good – he suggested a family beach – I politely said that I was not into the family thing – I don’t like children. The driver must have read me – as we got to the hotel he pointed out that right up the hill was the gay neighborhood – Hillcrest. He smiled as he said it – cute smile. I told him that I would be sure to check it out. I gave him the fare and a nice tip. I shook his hand and he asked if I needed help getting my bags to my room. I thought about what he might be offering – but then thought that my imagination and the drinks that I had on the plane were warping my perception of reality. Plus, picking up a hunky cab driver like this one is something that only happens in porn. I thanked him and carried my bags to the desk, checked in, showered and went to bed.

When I left the Midwest the temperatures were hovering in the teens. I awoke to the most beautiful morning I have seen in a long while. The temperature was in the mid-sixties – so I opened the window and enjoyed the fresh air.

Before my visit I had set up a profile on a gay dating site. The response had been good – it seems there is a market for an older, friendly, bald guy in Southern California – who would have thought. Or maybe my draw was that I was available and up for anything. I had narrowed down the guys that I wanted to meet to four: a 36 year-old married guy who was looking for a blowjob and to fuck; a 28 year-old athletic guy who was up for anything as long as it involved alcohol and no pain; a 40 year-old Asian guy who was looking for a white ass to fuck; and, a 32 year-old blonde, hairy, surfer-type, married guy who wanted to be sucked. I had set up some preliminary time to meet – but nothing was set into stone.

I went on-line and had a message from the 28-year old athletic guy. He wanted to meet Friday night at 19:00 – he would be coming from work. We set the date. In our earlier chats, he mentioned that his favorite liquor was Jack Daniels. I brought a bottle with me on the plane. I spent Friday morning at Pacific Beach (or as I learned later – the PB). There was a front moving in up in northern California that was causing high surf. I watched as the cute young boys surfed in the 10-14 foot waves. It was nice to walk the beach and feel the sun on my face. I ate a late lunch at a cool Japanese restaurant called Wasabi – excellent food. I made it back to the hotel at about 16:00. I showered, shaved and shit and then gave myself a thorough enema. I was ready for anything that might happen.

I napped for a while and had a little anxiety before 19:00 rolled around. At a little after 19:00 there was a knock at my door. I opened the door and was pleased with who stood before me. He was a mountain of a man: about 6’3’; blonde hair cut high and tight; broad shoulders; a handsome face with a big smile; a tight body encased in a Service “B” Marine Corps Noncom uniform; beautifully polished shoes and brass. I was surprised – I was not expecting a Marine. I smelled a musky cologne – but just a slight scent. We shook hands and he came in. I offered him a drink – he accepted. We started to drink the bottle of Jack Daniels. We sat around the small table, chatting and drinking. After a few drinks, he removed his uniform top – I put it on a hanger for him. He kicked off his shoes and got comfortable. So there we sat – me in my running shorts and shirt and he in his uniform bottom and tee-shirt. The more he drank, the more clothing he removed. Eventually he was down to just his boxers. His chest was lightly covered with dirty blonde hair – rock-hard pecs with inch wide areolas crowned with small erect nipples - a flat furry stomach. His skin was tanned and flawless.

He got up to take a piss – leaving the bathroom door open – his stream was strong and noisy. When he came back he lay on the bed and said, “Come over here.” I did. My cock immediately got hard. He said, “Suck my cock.” I moved my face to his crotch – I could see his cock outlined in his boxers. I kissed his cock through the fabric. His cock began to grow. I slipped down his boxers and was pleased with his cock. He had trimmed his pubic hair – it was the same color as the hair on his chest. His circumcised cock was about 6 inches and it was only half-hard. I took his cock in my mouth – it continued to grow. Then I realized something. It was not cologne that I had smelled earlier – it was his natural scent. I almost came in my shorts.

His cock grew about another 2 inches more in length – but I was amazed how thick his cock became. As I sucked him, I reached up and ran my hands through the hair on his chest. I tweaked his nipples – he enjoyed that. His cock was pushing the limits on how far my mouth would stretch – but he would never know that. I sucked him for a while, licked his balls and was truly enjoying this experience. I wanted his cum so badly. I asked him if he could shoot more than one time – he said he had plenty of time – he could cum as often as I wanted it. I went back to his cock. The Marine grabbed each side of my head and started pumping my face. I thought that I was being chocked. As he fucked my face he told me how good it felt – but not really in such polite language. To be exact, I think he said, “I love my cock down your fuckin’ throat. Are you ready to take my seed? I could get used to that sweet fuckin’ mouth of yours wrapped around my cock all the time.” He gave a final pump and shot a nice load down my throat – it tasted a little bitter – yet had sweetness to it that I enjoy.

I kept his cock in my mouth until it shriveled – I took every drop. I stayed with my head on his crotch. After about 15 minutes he pulled me up so that my face lay on his chest – actually in the pit of his arm. I smelled his sweat – it acted as an aphrodisiac. I wanted more. We watched television and I ran my hands over his body. He told me about his work and how lonely he is in San Diego. My response was, “What are you talking about? A guy with your body and personality is lonely?” He reassured me that he is a lonely guy. He only meets guys from out of town. He is not willing to sacrifice his career for a fuck – or even a relationship. I felt sad for him at that point. Here is a decorated soldier who has puts his life on the line on a regular basis – two tours in Iraq – and can’t even have an open relationship with a guy that he might like. But he said that he made the choice long ago that he will not be out as long as he is in the Marines. So he is living with the consequences of that decision.

We decided that we needed food – so we ordered room service. I had the Surf & Turf and the Marine had Asian Glazed Salmon. We drank a bottle of a nice Merlot. After dinner we went back to bed – we spooned with my back to his chest. His cock rested nicely between my legs. He kissed my neck and the top of my head. I could feel the roughness of his light facial stubble on my skin. His kissing became more passionate. He whispered in my ear, “I’m ready to fuck you. Okay?” I said, ‘I’ll get the lube.” I reached into the night stand and handed him the Swiss Navy lube and prepared myself to be fucked by his thick cock. I know we should have used a condom. But it just didn’t happen. We had already talked about this. He is tested regularly, so am I and was just tested a couple of weeks before my trip. He lubed up and gently inserted his cock in my ass. My ass stretched as far as it has probably been stretched before – and I felt it. As he started to fuck my ass became accustomed to his girth. I felt his chest hair on my back. His mouth was chewing on my left ear and sucking my neck. He increased the pace of his fucking. His hands circled me and one hand found my nipple. The other hand grabbed my cock. That was all I needed. At that point I felt my orgasm approaching – I shot on his hand. He kept fucking me. He moved his hand to my mouth and said, “Lick it!” I did.

The Marine pushed me onto my stomach and started to throw me a mean fuck. He lay across my back – grunting loudly and sweating profusely. I’m not sure how long he fucked me – I only know that my prostate was on fire, my cock was hard again and I was giving pleasure to this incredibly masculine man. His grunts became louder as he approached orgasm. I felt when he shot his load – he collapsed on my back – I felt smothered and safe all at the same time. We stayed in that position for quite a while. His cock was still in my ass. His cum dripped out of my ass and onto my balls.

He finally rolled off and got up to take a piss. He made us each another drink and came back to bed. I was surprised when he kissed me. It was a deep kiss – there is nothing like swapping spit with a Marine. I love to kiss – we had a heavy make-out session. My tongue learned every millimeter of his mouth. He was a great kisser. He was hard again. I straddled his waist and put his cock back in my ass. It slid easily into my cum and lube filled ass. I rode him as we kissed. The feeling of my cock sliding against his hairy stomach was fantastic. He shot his load in my ass again – moments later I shot on his stomach. The room reeked of sex and sweat. We drifted off to sleep with my head back in his arm pit.

I awoke to the sound of the shower running. It was early in the morning. I got out of bed – my head pounding a little from all the liquor that I had the night before. The Marine was just getting out of the shower. I watched as he pissed and put on his boxers. He told me that he had PT and then duty that weekend. I watched as he dressed. As he put his uniform back on his demeanor seemed to change. He suddenly shifted to a more rigid person. That must be how he is most of the time. Gone were the smiles of the man who had just exchanged spit and cum with me. But strangely, I understand that transition that he makes. We hugged, he patted my ass and he left.

I went back to bed. I didn’t hear from him again while I was in San Diego – but I didn’t expect to. I was surprised to get an email from him the Wednesday I got back to work. It was playful and sexy and wanting to know when I was coming back to San Diego. We’re now talking on the phone about every other day. I’ll be in San Diego for five days in June 2008. The Marine is arranging to take some leave during that time.

Fellow Commuter

2007-12-12T13:44:00.000-05:00

I wonder about myself sometimes! I take dangerous risks that could result in termination of my employment. I’ve been taking public transportation to and from work for about the last year. It is a joy to have access to a reliable bus system. I take the 07:10 bus in and return on the 16:52. Every morning I wait at the bus stop with a guy who lives down the street. For the first couple of weeks we didn’t say much to each other. But we eventually warmed to each other and started talking. Calling him handsome would be an understatement. He’s is 22, about 5’10,” wavy wild brown hair, a face usually covered with a light five-o’clock shadow , he isn’t traditionally beautiful, but handsome in a young Charles Bronson kind of way. He has that Midwestern corn-fed look that I love so much. During the summer and fall he often showed up in a shirtless tee-shirt and shorts. He seemed to always wear the same pair of cargo shorts – but changed between about ten different tee-shirts. His legs are hairy and his arms muscular. He has a thick muscular body. As the weather got cooler he swapped the cargo shorts for a tight pair of jeans.

It is funny what can be learned from talking with a guy for ten minutes every morning. He’s from Iowa – the youngest of 6 children. He lives in a house with three other guys – kind of an Animal House type of place. He majors in Electrical Engineering. I invited him to my Halloween party – he brought his roommates – they were all drunk early and left before 01:00. I think that he saw a different side to me that night – the drag I was wearing and my loose behavior definitely shouted, “QUEER!.”

The Wednesday after my party he asked if I wanted to have lunch. We ate at the Union. It was a nice lunch – the conversation never ceased. As we were walking back toward my office he said, “I hope I am not out of line here. But, are you gay?” I said, “Yes, have a problem with that?” He said, “No, just wanted to know.” He dropped it as we arrived at my office – he went to class and I back to work. We started having lunch every Wednesday after that. Or conversations took a turn – more sex talk. Seemed he was always horny – he had a girlfriend – but she was saving her virginity until marriage – how boring!

I made it clear to him that he was free to stop by my place for a drink anytime – but he never accepted the invitation. Three weeks ago, while we were at the bus stop, he said that he would drop by my office at lunch – he wanted to know if I would be alone. I previously had told him that, for the most part, I have a very private office suite. I am by myself most of the day – I love it.

He came by at about noon. He took off his jacket. I could see his erect nipples through his tee-shirt. But I could also see that his cock was almost hard – there was no mistaking it in his tight jeans. He stood in front of me and said, “Would you let me fuck you?” I got up and locked both the exterior door to the suite and my office door. I then got on my knees and smelled his crotch. He had worn these jeans for a few days – just a little sweaty accompanied by the smell of stale piss and I swear I smelled traces of cum. He reached down and unbuttoned his fly – he wore white boxers. I pulled down his pants and his cock tented the boxers. Those boxers were quickly around his ankles. His cock fit his body. It was about 7” and thick – a good utilitarian piece of meat. I licked his balls and then took his cock down my throat. I enjoyed the slight moan that came from his throat.

But he wasn’t there for a blow job. He was there to fuck. He told me to drop my pants. I asked if he had a condom – he had brought one – I had oil-free hand lotion – so we were set. He pushed me face down over the edge of my desk and found my ass with one of his fingers. His finger was quickly replaced by his cock. I had to slow him down a little and coach him – he was a proponent of the short rabbit fuck motion. I wanted it long and deep. He followed my advice and saw how good that felt for both of us. It is all a matter of training. Here I was sprawled across my desk being fucked by a student – was I crazy?

Maybe I was – but this guy was making me feel really good. His thick cock was touching all the right places. He fucked me for about 15 minutes. My hard cock was pushed between my stomach and the desk. I could tell that he was about to come when he sped up his fucking – reverting to the previous short rabbit strokes. He swore loudly as he came. I could feel his cock shriveling in my ass. He pulled out and asked what he should do with the condom. I think I shocked him when I took it and emptied the contents down my throat. We cleaned up with the wet ones and paper towels that I keep in my office. He dressed and as he was leaving said, “Same time next week?” I said, “You bet. – but we’ll talk tomorrow morning.” He said, “Cool” and left. I spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying the smells in my office – cum, sweat, ass – I was in heaven!

We saw each other on Wednesday for the next two weeks – exams are this week and then he leaves for the Christmas break. I guess I’ll see him next in January.

Halloween 2007

2007-12-11T15:37:00.000-05:00

This Halloween I decided that I needed to host a Halloween party. Last Halloween proved fun – but I didn’t want to go out to bars. So I bought a lot of liquor and food and invited people over – actually four of us (me, the geneticist, his girlfriend and a guy who use to live next door but broke up with his girlfriend and moved out of the building) came up with a guest list. I like to give parties that include different types of people and this guest list was diverse. I decided to invite the guys with whom I had sex in the past year – even though I knew that many would not show up. There were people from work, grad students, people in the apartment building, and any stranger that the geneticist kept inviting. We decorated my apartment and were ready for the party – whether 50 or 150 showed up.

There are few times that I ever dress in drag – but every other year at Halloween I do. This year I decided to be Brittney Spears at 50 – I know not too creative – but I was the only one at the party. I looked trashy and everybody liked my costume. I was surprised that many of my past year’s tricks showed up – some of them with their girlfriends – which was cool. But there were also many guys at the party that I did not know. The sober people estimated that there were about 250 people through my apartment that night.

As the liquor flowed, inhibitions dropped and my memory gets cloudy. I know that there was sex in my downstairs bathroom. I found the used condoms the next day. At one point, I found myself in my upstairs bathroom on my knees blowing a guy in a Batman costume. He had a stubby, thick cock that squirted copious amounts of cum. I saw him later downstairs with his arm around a woman who was introduced to me as his wife – oh naïve woman! I never knew who had invited him. Most of the couples and straight people had left by 02:30 or had moved to the geneticist’s apartment.

By 03:30 there were six guys left in my apartment – the Ex-Navy Guy, the Junior Sadist, the Union Electrician, a guy from Trinidad who worked with the geneticist and with whom I had often socialized, a guy who lives downstairs in a one bedroom with his fiancé, and me – we were doing shots of tequila. After a couple of shots, the Union Electrician asked, “So when does the fucking start?” I froze. I didn’t know how the two guys that I had not been with would react. But the guy from Trinidad said, “I don’t know, but I’ve been waiting. Let’s do it!”

Before I knew what was happening, there were six naked guys in my living room. The guy who lives downstairs had a thin hairy body with a long thin cock to match. The Ex-Navy guy was sucking his cock. The Junior Sadist and the Union Electrician had paired off – the Union Electrician was plowing the Junior Sadist’s mouth. That left me with the guy from Trinidad. His skin was so black that he had a blue sheen to his body. He said, “Come here, I have been wantin’ to fuck you.” His cock was imposing – not so much for its length, but because of its girth – but it still could only be described as huge. There was little ceremony to this fuck. I took him upstairs, lubed his cock, stretched a condom over his cock, added more lube and then lay over the side of the bed waiting for the moment of truth. His cock entered me roughly – thanks to the lube I was not damaged. He proceeded to throw me a very hard fucking. He leaned over and rode my back – I could feel his course chest hair rubbing against my back. Icould smell his breath – very citrus. I suddenly heard other voices in the room – urging the guy from Trinidad to fuck me harder. After, what seemed like an eternity, he finally shot his load.

That’s when the others took over. I was flipped over, the Ex-Navy Guy’s cock in my mouth, the Union Electrician’s cock in my ass and the Junior Sadist torturing my nipples. I guess the guy who lives downstairs had gone home – I learned later that he had shot his load quickly and fled the apartment. The guy from Trinidad dressed and waved goodbye. As I was fucked, my cock was stroked by the Junior Sadist. I shot my load across my stomach – just as the Junior Sadist’s teeth clamped down on my left nipple. The cock in my mouth shot a load into my stomach and pulled out, my empty mouth was quickly filled by the Junior Sadist’s cock, he came quickly. The cock in my ass fucked harder and deeper – there was a grunt and then the Union Electrician collapsed next to me on the bed.

We woke up in a tangled mess the next day at about noon. Everybody was cool. We showered and all went to brunch before parting ways. I wish that I had more details from that evening. But I do know that I need to start organizing more group activities. I see the guy who lives downstairs in the parking garage sometimes – he never has much to say.

FratJock

2007-12-11T13:56:00.000-05:00

Thankfully the semester is coming to a close and I have some free time to write. I’ve had several new encounters since August – it seems that I am once again a big hit with twenty-something year-old guys.

I’ve always thought that sexuality was very fluid in nature. It is all about self-identification. Identify as straight, and you are – never mind that your cock has been in a guy’s ass or throat. There are guys who identify as gay and love eating pussy. I like guys in these gray areas – open-minded people who just do what feels good.

Back in September, I attended a football game with some friends. I had been invited to watch the game in one of club-level boxes – payment for some gratis consulting work that I had performed. The suite was nice and packed with people. Eating and drinking seemed to be occupying most peoples’ attention – forget that there was a game on the field. I took advantage of the open bar. I chatted for a while with a cute couple in their early 20s. He was a student in business, she a junior in architecture. I found myself mesmerized by him. It could have been that his cock was clearly visible snaking its way down the left leg of his khaki chinos. He was originally from Atlanta, GA, she a local girl. When she had gone to the bathroom, he asked, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” I said that I didn’t think that we had ever met and he didn’t mention it again. I would have remembered this guy. He was about 6’ tall, maybe 180, dirty blonde hair, tan complexion with the cutest dimples, well defined musculature at least through his clothing). He had a mouche or some call it a soul patch below his bottom lip. His eyes were deep blue – that blue is usually only accomplished with tinted contacts. We talked about his classes. He told me he was in a fraternity – a rival of my own frat so the name of his frat will not be mentioned here. When his girlfriend came back from the toilet, he and I shook hands and I joined my group. We decided that we had enough of the club-level fun and found our regular seats in the stadium. I’m happy to report that our team won the game that day.

About three weeks later at about 23:00 on a Tuesday night, I got a message in response to an ad that I had on an adult gay site. I have a private face shot there – only members can view it. All the message said was “I knew that I had seen you somewhere before!” A touch of paranoia set in – until I looked at the handle. It contained the name “FratJock.” I checked out his ad. He described himself as nice looking and blonde – average cock – looking to spice up his sex life. Whoever he was, I would respond. The exchange went like this:

Me: Got your message. Explain please.
FratJock: Met you at a football game. You stared at my cock. I was with my girl.
Me: Oh yes. How are you?
FratJock: So you suck cock?
Me: Yes.
FratJock: Sweet. And massage?
FratJock: What are you doing now?
Me: I think that I’m setting up my massage table.
FratJock: Cool – tell me how I get to your place.

He was at my door in fifteen minutes. He wore a baggy pair of red sweat pants and sweatshirt. We shook hands and I offered him a drink. We each had a beer and then settled on the couch to talk. I asked what he wanted – he said a massage and blowjob. He also told me that he had never been with another guy. I am a skeptic – so I asked him about his ad – he said that he was mostly there just to look at profile pictures and read the erotic stories. He never had the guts to follow through meeting any of the guys. I made him feel safe – especially after he met me at the football game. I hear that a lot and can’t figure it out. I would never describe myself as handsome and I need to lose about 50 pounds. But I guess that guys know that they can trust me.

So after a couple of more drinks it was decided that we would start with a massage. I took him upstairs and watched as he removed his sweat suit. He did not wear any underwear. His body was flawless. His pecs were full, his nipples like little pencil erasers jutting out from his chest. His chest was hairless. He had a flat stomach with just the hint of a six-pack – but he still had a little meat on his bones. When he removed his pants I saw that he had shaved his pubic area. I have mixed feelings about shaved pubes – either way is fine with me – but I do like to bottom out on a cock and have the pubes tickle my nose. His cock flopped between his legs as he climbed on the table. It was a beautiful circumcised cock – about 5” flaccid. His balls were high and tight against his body. I had to be careful. FratJock would easily blow.

I massaged his legs and when I moved to his ass he began to moan – so I played with his ass hole. He enjoyed that. I leaned in and licked his ass – he had bathed before coming to my place – but I could tell that he had been sweating a little – probably from nervousness. I liked that. I thought that he was going to wriggle off of the table when my tongue touched his ass hole. I felt between his legs and grabbed hold of his cock – steel hard now and leaking precum. I pulled his cock between his legs and licked the head. He immediately grunted and shot his load in my mouth. I drank every drop. He collapsed on the massage table. I thought that he might get up and flee – some guys just want to leave quickly after ejaculating. But he stayed and I continued the massage. I went back to his ass. I licked and sucked and at one point had my index finger up his ass. It was a tight ass – I could tell that up to this point it had been for exit only.

I finished his back and then noticed that he had a uniform tan all over his body. I asked about it and he said that his frat house had a tanning bed. Things are definitely different than when I was living in a frat house. When he turned over his cock was once again hard and leaking. I concentrated on his chest – tweaking his nipples and seeing what pleasure I could give him. I sucked his right nipple and he acted as if a bolt of lightning had gone through his body. His back arched. I sucked the other nipple and I saw his cock lunge. I raised his arm to lick his pit. He was sweating profusely – his blonde armpit hair was plastered to his body.

I massaged down his body – feeling the tightness of his abdominal muscles. His cock lay on his abdomen – the head resting on his belly button. I licked his balls and then took his cock in my mouth again. In one motion I buried it down my throat. He screamed, “Oh Fuck!” and then he shot another load down my throat. Oh young guys – veritable cum machines. I kept his cock in my mouth until he started to go soft. We moved over to the bed and I suckled his cock as we talked. I asked if he enjoyed the ass play and did he want to explore having toys up his ass. He said we could do that next time. I gave him a long slow blowjob and was rewarded with another tasty load of cum. We both lay in a sweaty and smelly pile as we talked for about an hour more and then he had to go - I needed to get some sleep. I made it clear that he was welcomed back anytime – but I didn’t expect to see him again.

I was surprised the next weekend when he called and asked to come by. That afternoon he took a six inch dildo up his ass and gave me three loads of his cum. He has been back almost every Thursday night since then.

Construction Worker

2007-08-31T15:43:00.000-04:00

It has been a long time since I’ve had a couple of hours to sit and write – mostly a combination of travel, work and general laziness.

I’ve seen many of my regulars over the last couple of months – the Consultant was randy as ever, the junior sadist tortured my nipples and fucked me for hours on several occasions, and the union electrician has visited and dropped his load about once a week.

I’ve not had a driving desire to meet new people – I get that way sometimes. But I did find myself in several situations that led to good sex – and therefore, something to write about.

A new building was being constructed on campus that will consolidate most of the departments in the College of Engineering. A group from my department recently took a tour of the building in April. It was the first time in a while that I had been able to wear my hardhat. One of the first rooms that we visited was the smallest of the large classrooms – seats about 80 students. There was one guy working in that room – he was doing finish work – but at the time seemed to be taking a break. The group quickly looked at the room and left – I hung around and ended up talking with the workman about the building. He was a handsome guy – about 6’1”, medium brown hair, a full beard, and nice muscles from honest work. He wore construction boots, worn jeans torn at several locations, a white v-neck shirt, and a bright red battered hardhat. I could see chest hair peaking out from the v of his collar. It was dense and kinky hair. We talked about the building, the weather and what I did at the institution. He was married, but had not seen his wife in over six months – he lived in Kansas. As we talked, I let my eyes roam over his body. He was obviously not wearing underwear and I could see his cock hanging down the right leg of his jeans. He caught me looking and smiled. One of the other people in my tour group came looking for me – so I said my goodbyes, shook the construction guy’s hand, it was rough and calloused, and resumed the tour of the building.

About half way through the tour, I needed to piss. I left the group, promising that I would catch up, and went looking for a working toilet. I met the construction worker from the smallest of the large classrooms. He said hello, I asked if he knew where there was a working bathroom. He said he knew of one – follow him. We walked to the third floor to an area that was almost completely finished. There in a deserted hallway, he directed me into a bathroom. I went in and took my place at a urinal, unzipped and started a much needed piss. I heard the door open behind me and the construction worker took the urinal next to me. He unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock and started to piss. He said, “I saw you looking at my cock, do you want it?” I answered, “You bet!”

I dropped to my knees and had my first good look at his cock. I was correct, he was not wearing underwear. His cock was half hard and was rising quickly. I licked the head and then took the whole thing down my throat. The smell of his crotch was intoxicating – a strange mixture of sweat and metal. His jeans were around his knees. His cock was circumcised – but had extra skin on his shaft. His hands found the back of my head and he began to fuck my face. In less than a minute he grunted, pulled his cock out of my throat, gave a few strokes to his cock with his left hand and shot his load on my face. His cum had a strong earthy smell. He scooped his cum off my face and flicked it in the urinal – then flushed the toilet. He went to the sink and washed his hands and dried then with a red bandana that he pulled from his back pocket. I got up from my knees and washed my face. The construction worker tossed me his bandana and I dried my face – he told me to keep it. He thanked me and we walked back down the stairs. I joined my group and concluded the tour. I went back to my office and beat off thinking about what had just happened.

The Consultant

2007-05-14T14:18:00.000-04:00

I’ve been catching up with work over the past couple of weeks from my trip to the Masters Golf Tournament and have had a nasty case of a flu-like virus that is making the rounds. If you add on top of that the three new kittens that have entered my life (Ping, Pang and Pong) – I have had little time for many sexual encounters. But I did have continuing good news that my yearly sexually transmitted infections exam was clean – still HIV negative and free of any of those other nasty bugs.

I did meet one guy a couple of weeks ago who will probably become a regular – or at least I hope so. He got my email address from an adult site where I have a profile – one of those few sites that allow subscribers to post an external email address. His email message was made up of a couple of paragraphs – he was married, now divorced, lives with a girlfriend. He has fantasized about sex with another man for years now, but has never had the guts to go through with it. He didn’t give me any physical information. He did attach a headshot – handsome guy with blonde hair and a Fu Manchu mustache – a real biker type. He looked to be in his late 30s. I emailed him my phone number and directions to my place.

He called me on a Monday night at about 22:00. He does some kind of engineering consulting work. He was just coming off a call and wanted to stop by for a little while. That was fine with me. About 30 minutes later he rang my apartment from the lobby. I buzzed him in. When I opened the door I was struck by his height. He must have been at least 6’5” tall. He wore a pair of jeans and a work shirt that had his name stitched above the left pocket. His long blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail. There was a tuft of hair at the neck opening of his work shirt.

He came in and shook my hand and said in a deep bass voice, “Glad to meet you. Sorry, but I only have about 20 minutes. Is that okay?” I said sure. We stood in the living room. I removed his clothes and I was struck by the hardness of his body. This was a guy who used his body for daily work. His body was very hairy – chest, back, legs and arms. He smelled of Old Spice. I could tell that he was nervous. I licked his nipples and they hardened. I loved the feeling of the hair on his chest rubbing against my face. I pushed him back on the leather sofa and removed his pants and boots. He wore white boxers – rising out of the front slit was a very nice cock. The cock was perfectly proportioned for his body. He was circumcised and had a very nice thick 7” cock. I licked his balls through the boxers. He moaned. I took his cock down my throat. He grabbed my head and pulled me off his cock declaring that he didn’t want to cum so soon.

I moved up his body and licked his chest. He reached down and rubbed my hard cock through my shorts. He pulled down my shorts, stood me up and dropped to his knees. He sucked my cock – not a great cocksucker, but was putting his heart into it. I coached him a little – encouraging him to use fewer teeth and to slow down a little. He took my advice and was delivering a nice blowjob. His pager beeped and he stopped the blowjob to check the message. He was on call and needed to immediately leave. What a disappointment! But he dressed and said that he might be able to make it back that night – it just depended. So out the door he went with his stiff cock snaking down the left leg of his pants. He called later that night and said that he would not be able to make it back over – but he would be in touch later in the week.

He was a man of his word. He called me on several evenings – but I was not at home – each time he left a message. One night over a three hour period he called ten times – just a little obsessive compulsive – but we all have our issues.

We finally were able to connect again one evening at about 19:00 and took up where we left off – but this time I was sucking his cock as he lay back on my bed. It was nice to have him kick back and watch as I sucked him, my hands ran through the hair on his chest and every once in a while I tweaked his nipples. He was a guy who sweated when excited – so the room suddenly smelled of him – musty sweat mixed with Old Spice – a very erotic smell. I licked his balls – beautiful ping pong ball sized orbs –I took each in my mouth and gently sucked. I wanted to make him feel things that he had never felt before. There was urgency on his part to shoot his load – I got him very close several times – but each time I would pull back just as he was about to shoot. This caused him to tell me how good he felt and how much he wanted to shoot his load down my throat. I must have looked like a whore in a cheap porno flick – you know the one that I am talking about – sucking cock and looking up at the guy almost pleading for more.

I played with him for what must have been an hour. He finally begged me to please let him cum – so I acquiesced to his pleading - but not before I found his prostate with my left index finger. That sent him over the edge. His breathing quickened – almost the sound that a person makes when he is hyperventilating. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth – he was now in control. I was not prepared for the volume of his ejaculation. I always pride myself on never letting a drop of cum escape when a guy shoots down my throat. But, I have to admit that I could not swallow quickly enough to avoid a little leakage. His cum had a wonderful taste – very much like the taste of a mild sardine. Some may not find that taste palatable – but I love sardines and anchovies. This cum had the perfect saltiness with just a perfect hint of an herb that I could not place – but thinking about it now – it had a hint of a cilantro taste. Wow I love cum!

When the Contractor started his ejaculation his body started a slight tremor that ended after about five minutes. His entire body was sensitive to my touch – but I did not release his cock from my mouth. I kept it down my throat and enjoyed the sensation of his body shaking under me. We lay that way for about fifteen minutes. He stroked my head and told me what a fantastic blowjob that was – actually the best that he had ever received.

I moved up and lay with my head on his chest – snuggling in his armpit. His body now smelled of fresh baked bread – a smell that I have noticed really hair guys sometimes get after sex. Eventually, he had to leave. He had to get home to his girlfriend and I had to meet friends for drinks at 22:00. When he got off the bed, his sweat left an impression of his body on the sheets. I fell asleep that night, a little drunk, to the smells of his body that he left behind on the sheets. Strange, I had very erotic dreams that night.

The Masters

2007-04-16T16:19:00.001-04:00

On 5 – 8 April, I made my yearly trek to Augusta, Georgia for the Masters Golf Tournament. I grew up in Augusta and my parents, brother and sister still live there. That town seems to be a place that time has forgotten – but not always in a good way. The town presents itself as modern and forward thinking. But in reality it is still an old southern town that is plagued with race politics and controlled by fundamentalist Christians.

I pay for two tickets a year, so I invited my friend Ball Boy to spend the weekend with me. Ball Boy is a baseball player – he now plays AA baseball - luckily his season started the week after Masters – this would be his first Master’s tournament. We met about six years ago when he played ball at the university where I worked. He responded to a personal ad that I had placed in the local alternative newspaper. He was looking for his first experience with a guy. We got together and immediately became friends. However, it was four months before he told me his real name. Funny though, I knew who he was after our second meeting – I found his picture on the baseball team’s webpage.

I met Ball Boy in Atlanta on Wednesday night and we took the same flight into Augusta – crowded and late flight but it got us there. We stayed in a friend’s house. He and his family always leave Augusta during Masters week. This guy and I have been fuck buddies for about ten years – even though we now, because I live in the Midwest, we only have cyber or phone sex. It is and always was good sex with no attachments other than friendship – I’m even friends with his wife. His house is about a fifteen minute walk from the Augusta National – convenient and free – what could be better.

It had been about six months since Ball Boy and I had shared a bed. At 26, 6’1” and about 201 lbs, hard chiseled smooth body, brunette short hair, he is a wonderful specimen of manhood. Since we last saw each other, Ball Boy has gotten married and his wife is expecting a kid. We talk about twice a month and constantly email one another.

We took a cab to the house. It had been a long day for both of us – so as soon as we got in the house we hit the shower. This house had a shower that was the size of a small room – multiple shower heads – pure heaven. We washed each other. His body was even more defined than I remembered. We kissed as we hugged – the water pouring over our bodies. I washed his back and let my hands roam over his ass. Ball Boy loves his ass played with and eaten. So I cleaned his ass well and then dropped to my knees. As Ball Boy leaned against the tiled wall, I found his anus with my mouth. This is where my mouth belonged. He bucked against my face as I ate his ass. I reached under and played with his dangling balls and 6.5” hard, thick cock. My ass was fucking my face. His moans and vocal urgings for me to eat his ass filled the room and were amplified by the tiled enclosure. He lifted me from my knees and pushed my back against the wall. He attacked my nipples with his mouth. He sucked and nibbled forcefully – driving me wild. His hand was wrapped around my cock – slowly jacking me. But he wanted more. He asked for a condom – I got it and the lube. When I got back - he spun me around and pushed me face down on the floor of the shower. With one quick jab – his cock was in my ass. He fucked me as the water poured down on us. He reached around and masturbated me. It did not take long for us both to cum. We lay on the floor as the water washed away our sweat and cum.

We feel into bed, slept late and got to the course by 11:00. I always choose a new player to follow on Thursday. It is a good way to get to know first-time golfers. This year we followed Robert Karlsson from Sweden – a handsome blonde – very nice on the eyes. The course was in good shape – but the weather was a little cold for me. It was nice to watch the reaction of some people to Ball Boy. Some recognized him from his college baseball days – others just marveled at his beauty.

We got back to my friend’s place at about 19:00 – we had just enough time to shower and change clothes. My friends (Drs. Karl and Bette) throw an incredible party on Thursday night of Masters week – there is always a good mix of people – usually about 400-500 people attend – people they meet on the course, business contacts and old friends. They had plenty of food and good liquor – this year they served barbeque – great stuff. My drink of choice that night was Jack Daniels on the rocks – Ball Boy was drinking beer.

Dr. Karl is a cool guy. A handsome man in is late 50s – shaved head – 6’3” and athletic – he played football in his college days. He immediately bonded with Ball Boy – but everybody seemed to. As the night went on and the liquor flowed – we met many nice people. But there was one guy who fascinated us both. His name was Callum - an Australian from Adelaide, 30ish, 5’10”, probably 180, sandy medium curly blonde hair. He had the tan of a guy who spends a lot of time outside. Callum worked for a media company and was in town covering the tournament.

The party started winding down at about 01:00. I was catching up with old friends and noticed Callum and Ball Boy chatting across the room. They were two sexy guys. By 01:30 Ball Boy and I were ready to say goodnight to our hosts. We said our goodbyes and as we were leaving, we ran into Callum. I shook his hand and wished him a good evening. But Ball Boy said, “He’ll have a good evening. He’s giving us a ride home.” Callum smiled and said, “If you’re game.” I was.

Back at the house, the clothes came off quickly. Callum’s chest was lightly covered in curly blonde hair. His cock was uncut and about four inches soft – but it quickly hardened to about six inches. I found myself on my knees – sucking from one cock to the other – the cocks were so similar with the exception of one being circumcised and one not. Callum’s cock also oozed a lot of precum. As I sucked their cocks and licked their balls – Callum was sucking on Ball Boy’s nipples. Both of their cocks were rock hard. We moved to the bed. Callum took my cock down his throat while Ball Boy straddled my chest and fucked my face. Callum was a very good cocksucker. While he sucked he inserted his finger in my ass. Cock down my throat. Cock in a mouth. I was in heaven. I reached down and lightly grabbed his hair. I fucked his face as Ball Boy urged me to shoot my load. I went all the way down his throat and dropped my load. Callum gagged a little – but never pulled off until he had drained me. Ball Boy started to roughly fuck my face and shot his load down my throat. We were sweaty and the air was full of the smell of sex. We fell into a pile on the bed.

Callum had not cum yet – his cock was still hard and drooling. As Callum lay next to Ball Boy – I climbed between Callum's legs and took his cock in my mouth. All it took was a few sucks and he shot a huge load. I drank every drop. I looked up into the faces of two happy guys. We shared a group kiss and feel asleep, my baseball player on one side and the Australian beauty on the other.

But the evening was not over. Callum wanted to be fucked – so I sucked Ball Boy hard, clad him in a condom, lubed him and guided his cock into Callum’s tight ass that I had prepared with lube and a couple of probing fingers. His ass was surrounded with curly blonde hair – his ass reluctantly took a couple of my fingers. I found myself behind Ball Boy and between his legs as he started fucking Callum. I lubed up my finger and inserted it into Ball Boy’s ass. He said, “Glove up and fuck me!” I was shocked – I had eaten his ass and fingered him – and once before partially gotten my cock up his ass until he had chickened out –fucking him was one fantasy that always got me hard and off. So as Ball Boy fucked Callum, I lubed up, put a condom on and put the tip of my cock against his anus. His fucking motion literally pushed my cock into his ass. It was tight and felt incredible.

Ball Boy was sweating like a pig and cussing like a sailor but he was having a good time. I could hear his balls slapping against Callum. My balls were slapping against Ball Boy’s balls. I was going to take my time with this fuck. I reached around and played with Ball Boy’s nipples. That sent him over the edge. His ass tightened as he shot his load up Callum’s ass. But Ball Boy kept fucking Callum as I pounded his ass. It was an incredible orgasm! I knew that I was the first guy to fuck Ball Boy’s ass – add the hot Australian and this was a dream fuck.

We drifted off to sleep. Callum’s phone alarm woke us at 06:00. He had to get to work. We arranged to meet that afternoon near the 16th green. I fell asleep with my head cradled in Ball Boy’s armpit. The next morning we talked about my fucking him. He enjoyed it and wanted to do it again. We swapped fucks that morning.

We met Callum that afternoon and arranged to have dinner. On the course that day, I ran into a friend from high school – Bob and I were teammates on the football team – we had lost touch after high school. Bob was hosting a party that evening. He invited me and Ball Boy to attend. I asked if I might bring another. He said there would be no problem with that.

That evening, Callum, Ball Boy and I ate at Matsu Sige – a nice Japanese restaurant. The sake was warm and the food was incredible. I miss not having a good Japanese restaurant near me in the Midwest. We interacted as old friends. The rest of the world was tuned out as we ate and learned more about each other. Ball Boy never mentioned being an athlete to Callum. He passed himself off as a network administrator. I understand that – I guess.

I was confused when we arrived at Bob’s party. It was all males. It turns out that Bob was now divorced and very queer. I recognized most people at the gathering - mixture of cool guys and chatty queens. I could tell that Ball Boy was a little uncomfortable. He would let me know if he needed to leave. We stayed for a couple hours and I knew it was time to leave when Callum came to me and told me that Ball Boy was in the car and ready to go. I said my goodbyes to Bob.

I took Ball Boy for a walk around the block. It seems that Ball Boy had been approached by a guy at the party who recognized Ball Boy as a former college baseball player. In the course of the conversation the guy said something like, “I didn’t know you were a fag!” Well, that sent Ball Boy into flight and he excused himself and left the party. I wish that I knew who that guy was – I would have gone in and punched him out – but what would that have accomplished? This was really Ball Boy’s issue – I knew that.

When we got back to the car where Callum was waiting we decided to go back to where we were staying and forget what had happened. The three of us fell into bed and fucked the night away.

The weather the next day was horrendous – cold and windy. The golfers were having problems even making par. Thank goodness that my friend’s place had extra fleece clothing that we could wear.

Callum offered to cook dinner on Saturday night. He showed up with three large steaks, salad mixings and a variety of Australian wines. We drank as Callum grilled the steaks and prepared the salad. Ball Boy and I cuddled on the couch and made out – even shared a mouthful of wine every now and then – that would be a nice way to always drink wine. After dinner, we all sat together on the couch, Ball Boy in the middle. There was talk about going out, but instead we just watched television and snuggled. Talk turn to kinks and strangest sex. Ball Boy went first: he said that besides meeting me, I guess that was a compliment, the only other thing he could think of was watching his college roommate fuck a girl as Ball Boy lay in a bed that was about three feet away.

Callum told of meeting a guy in Boston who ended up being a Boston cop. The cop liked to be spanked and humiliated. Callum did it – but was unsure how he felt about that. I had to think what to say – I am such a pure and clean sexual being. I decided to talk of piss. I confessed that I liked to drink piss. Ball Boy and Callum weren’t disgusted – that was good. We moved on to other discussions. About an hour later, Ball Boy said, “I’d like to see you drink Callum’s pee.” Callum’s response was, “Really?” Ball Boy’s response was, “Yep.”

So we moved to the bathroom. I got down on my knees in the shower. Callum unzipped and walked toward me. He pulled back his foreskin and put his cock in my mouth. I tasted the first dribbles of his piss before his stream started in earnest. He held my head and told Ball Boy that he was pissing. Ball Boy moved closer and felt my throat. He said, “Fuck, that’s hot.” When Callum finished he pulled away and zipped up. His cock was replaced by Ball Boy’s. His piss was sweeter than Callum’s and he seemed to be into it a little more. He held my head as if he had to force me to drink. He was drained and I could tell that his cock was getting hard. But when through, he put his cock back in his pants, patted my head and said, “Let’s go back to the den.”

It was weird for a while. But then Ball Boy asked Callum how he liked peeing in my mouth. Callum said that it was different but cool. Ball Boy asked me if I enjoyed it. I told them they could do it when they liked. I drank their recycled wine for the rest of the evening.

That night, the three of us drank and fucked. I swallowed so many loads, was fucked so often and had my dick so often in their tight asses that I did not want the weekend to end. We got little sleep that night. The next day, Zach Johnson managed to win the green jacket. I was a little distressed when I saw the video footage of him saying that his grandfather and Jesus Christ were with him and guided him on the course. I guess Jesus didn’t like the other players and choose Johnson to win. Forget the starving and dying in the world – Jesus stopped everything to help Johnson win a golf tournament. What crap!!!

I shared a flight back to Atlanta from Augusta with Ball Boy. We hugged goodbye and I boarded my plane back home. When the plane landed and I got back to my car I had two text messages. One was from Callum that read, “What a good time. Thanks. Will be in your area in a couple of months. Interested?” I messaged back two words, “FUCK YES!” The other message was from Ball Boy. “Back to the real world. Had a great time. Let me hear from you soon.” I responded, “Call me later in the week. We’ll do it again soon.” He emailed me this week – attached was his team’s schedule. It seems that his team will be playing a nearby team – a couple of hours away – not a bad drive at all.

Union Electrician

2007-03-29T16:06:00.000-04:00

After my two hour encounter with the concrete guy, I took a nap. I awoke at about midnight and grabbed a shower. I was scheduled to meet a guy at about 00:30. He is a union electrician who lives in a large city about 70 miles from me. He was driving over after his regular bowling night. He is 35, divorced and has custody of his two daughters. We talked on the phone and he seems like a guy that is well grounded. I had seen a face picture – handsome man with long brown hair – but not shoulder length, a goatee and the bluest eyes that I have ever seen. He arrived a little before he was scheduled.

I buzzed him in and was very happy with what I saw when I opened the door. He was about 6’ tall. He was wearing a sleeveless tee shirt that exposed his well defined arms. He wore a well-worn pair of jeans and brown work boots. A phone and pocket knife hung from his belt.

He came in and we immediately went upstairs to the massage table. I stopped at the toilet and by the time that I got to the bedroom he had stripped and lay face down on the table. He had a very nice ass and back. They were both hairy and muscular. I looked forward to getting my hands on this guy’s body. He told me that he used to pay a woman $30 for a massage that was supposed to be full-body – but never really was. I told him not to worry – this would be a full-body massage. When I had finished one leg and was moving from his ass to his other leg he said, “You know that you can do anything.” I said that I did.

I massaged his other leg and then moved to his ass. His anus was relaxed. As I massaged his ass my thumb slipped into his asshole. I found my thumb up his ass and my fingers on each side of his balls – much like I would hold a bowling ball. I could tell that his cock was hard. As I massaged him he moaned and ground his cock into the table. I placed my hand on the small of his back and gently rubbed. I could tell that he was close to ejaculation – so I let up and moved to his back. I enjoy massaging a muscular guy – just feels good under my hands. As I massaged his back my hard cock rubbed against his arm.

I massaged his head and really enjoyed running my hands through his thick hair. Maybe because I have little hair on my head, I am fascinated with thick, wavy hair. When he flipped over his cock had gone down – but I would get him back up soon. It was a nice cock – about 5” soft, cut with full low-hanging balls. He seemed to enjoy as I massaged his face and moved across his throat to his hairy chest. His nipples got hard when I played with them. I leaned in and sucked on his right nipple then licked across his chest to his other nipple. He liked that. I continued to massage his chest and his stomach. His cock was beginning to enlarge and was snaking its way across his leg. It was time to get that cock down my throat. When I took his cock down my throat he said, “Oh yea, suck that cock.” I did. His cock hardened and extended to a very respectable 7 inches. He had told me that he had never been deep throated – he can’t say that now. His cock was all the way down my throat with my nose in his pubes. The smell was wonderful. He had sweated as he bowled and I could smell and taste that sweat.

He asked if we would be more comfortable on the bed and I agreed. He propped up the pillows, lay back and spread his legs. I climbed between and licked on his balls. I worked my mouth under his balls and sucked on his ass for a while. He lifted his legs and I really enjoyed eating his ass. But it was his cock that I wanted. I went back to sucking. When I took it down my throat I could feel the head of his cock pushing against my larynx. He was really into me taking his cock all the way down my throat. He was quite vocal and encouraged me to suck his cock. As he got louder, his balls tightened and his cock swelled a little more. He told me that he was cumming before he did. I felt his hands on the back of my head – forcing his cock even deeper into my throat. When he shot his load his body tensed - but he never let loose of the grip on my head. I milked every drop of cum from him. Eventually, he released my head and lay back in what appeared to be a mixture of exhaustion and ecstasy.

I looked up at him and made a crack about how I probably needed to enjoy sucking cock a little more. He laughed and said, “I don’t think so – you’re fantastic.” I licked his cock and cleaned his balls. His cock got hard again and I knew what I wanted. I told him that I wanted his cock in my ass. He said he wanted that as well. So I gave him the lube, got on my knees and waited for him to enter me. He did with one motion. His cock fit perfectly in my ass. He built up a nice rhythm. He knew how to fuck. He pressed the small of my back with his hands and pumped away. He grunted and groaned. I have to admit that I swore a little and encouraged him to fuck me harder and he did. His cock was massaging my prostate. My lower body was consumed with a wonderful warm sensation. I reached under and beat my cock as he fucked me. I shot my load on the sheets below us – the union electrician shot his load up my ass. It was an incredible feeling. He collapsed on my back and I could feel his heart beating. We stayed that way for a while until he eventually rolled on to his side – his back to my chest.

It was now about 03:00. He had to get up to take a piss. He said that he had to be at work by 05:30, so he needed to drive back home. We dressed and went downstairs. I told him that he was welcome back anytime – I would even drive to him if necessary. He said that I would be hearing from him in the next couple of weeks. We hugged and he left. I climbed into the bed and fell asleep to the scent of him on my pillow and the smells of sex permeating the air.

Concrete Man

2007-03-28T23:11:00.000-04:00

I’ve always been attracted to guys who do physical labor for a living – usually, no matter the age, their bodies are really nice. Last night I sex with a guy who works concrete for a living. He responded to my ad on an adult personals site. His first email read, “never done it. would like to try. my girls are gone all this week.” His email was accompanied by three pictures. One bathroom mirror shot with the camera flash in place of his face. The others were shots of a very nice cock. I looked to be about 7” and average in thickness - a cut cock. I responded to his message and we set for him to drop by last night at about 18:00.

I was a little nervous. Being a guy’s first carries with it a lot of responsibility. I think that nothing would be worse than having your first experience with a guy be bad. So I got home from work and took a shower and shaved. He arrived a little late – but that was okay. He was a very handsome man, mid thirties, brown hair that I would love to have: straight and thick, 6’1”, maybe 200 lbs, his skin was tanned from working outside. He was dressed in a Sturgis motor cycle rally tee shirt and a pair of well worn jeans. He came in and sat on the sofa. We chatted for a while. I asked him his level of nervousness on a scale of 1 to 10 and he answered 5. That was good – a little nervous is always good. We talked about his living situation. He lives with his ex-wife and two kids. They share a bed but do not have sex. Now that’s a strange relationship! She treats him like her husband, even though they have been officially divorced for over 5 years. But he said that it was the only way that she would allow him to see his kids. There would have to be another way if I were ever in that situation. I know who control that family. He said that she would be calling him at 20:00 – so he didn’t have much time.

I got things rolling by running my hands across his chest. He let out a sigh. I told him that we would do whatever he liked. He reached down and unbuckled his belt got on my knees in front of him and pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs. His cock was not hard yet. It hung over a set of very nice balls – just the right size. He took off his tee shirt and I was pleased with what I saw, his chest was hairless and deeply tanned. His nipples were small and dark brown. I took his left nipple in my mouth and his cock stirred. His chest smelled of soap – he had showered after work.

I played with his nipples and then looked into his eyes. He lowered his head and kissed me. It was a passionate kiss – this was a guy who needed to kiss another man. I licked down his body and took his cock in my mouth. His cock extended to its full length. I played with his balls. I suggested that we go upstairs to the bed. He pulled up his pants and followed me. When we got upstairs we both got naked. We stood by the bed and kissed again - my hairy chest against his smooth chest – our cocks touching. We fell on the bed and kissed some more. He had obviously thought about what he wanted to do. He maneuvered so that he was on top of me. We were in a 69 position. His cock was buried down my throat – mine down his. His sucking technique was amateur – but what he lacked in technique he made up for in enthusiasm. I slipped my tongue up to his hairy ass and licked his anus. He liked that. I sucked each of his testes and then went back to his cock.

I sometimes take forever to cum – but the concrete guy was getting me close to ejaculation. I took my index finger and licked it then played with his ass. He did the same to me. The difference was that I knew what I was looking for – his prostate. I found it, massaged it and he groaned with pleasure. I felt his prostate enlarge and then he shot his load down my throat. His cum had a sharp taste to it – kind of acidic. After he shot he earnestly starting sucking my cock. He brought me to the brink of ejaculation several times – then changed his technique enough to prevent my ejaculation. I finally told him to suck on my nipples and beat me off. He did and I rewarded him with a large load of cum.

We lay there for a while and then we kissed. He said that he thought that we could become good friends – but that might involve meeting his ex-wife at some point. He wondered if that would bother me. I told him that it wouldn’t. He got up to piss and then dressed. We went back downstairs. As he left we hugged and he thanked me. He said that it was a great experience and that he would be back later this week. I went upstairs to take a nap. I had a guy dropping by at about 00:30. He was driving over from about 70 miles away – he was coming by so late because he bowled until about 23:00. It was going to be a late night.

Junior Sadist

2007-03-26T13:23:00.000-04:00

For a couple of months now I have been seeing a young engineering student. He contacted me through a personals site. He is 21, about 5’7”, weighs maybe 150 lbs, close cropped brown hair, glasses, body is in good shape but not a chiseled. His chest is smooth and hairless, but he has dense brown hair in his armpits and around his cock. His legs are hairy. His cock is cut and about 6.5” with a nice thickness. He first had his cock sucked by a man about a year ago – so he is new to man to man sex. At first impression he might appear quite nerdish, but first impressions would definitely be wrong. It is true that he is finishing a degree in engineering and that up to this point in his life he has obviously spent the majority of his time studying – I respect that. He is cute now, but he is one of those guys that will be stunningly handsome at 40.

Underneath that kind, quasi-nerdish exterior beats the heart of a guy who likes to inflict pain for pleasure – he is somewhat of a junior sadist. At our first meeting he discovered how sensitive my nipples are and how much I like them chewed. He maneuvered his body so that he practically pinned my body to the bed and proceeded to torture my nipples until they were red and swollen. His cock throbbed with each moan or groan that I released as he sucked and pinched me. He had a look on his face of pure delight – he enjoyed this. As he tortured my nips he rubbed his cock against my leg until he shot his load between us. But he didn’t let up on my nipples after that. He alternated between kissing me and sucking on my nipples while he stroked my cock. It was a sensational orgasm. When I came he took my cum and rubbed it on my sore and swollen nipples – I loved that!

For the entire week following our first meeting, my nipples would throb when they rubbed against my tee shirt causing me to remember his mouth and cock.

Each time that we would get together there was always a lot of kissing. Sometimes I would suck his cock or he would suck mine. But mostly he really got off when he caused me pain/pleasure by torturing my nipples.

This past Saturday night I was supposed to go out with friends. But plans fell through so I spent a quiet evening at home working a jigsaw puzzle and transferring my classic porn collection from VHS to DVD. Just watching some of those films gave me a perpetual erection. I was horny – but really didn’t feel like doing anything about it. So it was nice when the junior sadist called at about 21:00. He wondered if I needed some company – the only caveat was that we needed to watch Saturday Night Live because Peyton Manning was the guest host. I said yes. He arrived at about 22:00. We met at the door and kissed for the longest time. I could feel his hard cock against my body.

We moved to the couch and made out for a while – his hands on my body and mine on his. He removed my shorts and played with my cock as we kissed. After about ten minutes he said, “Let’s go upstairs.” I stopped by the bathroom and when I got to the loft he lay on his back, legs spread, and his cock fully erect. It was a wonderful sight to see. As soon as I was in the bed he started on my nipples. He pinched and sucked them and gave me great pleasure. But something was different that night. He played with my cock – but moved his hand under my testicles and started fingering my ass. He roughly forced two of his fingers in my ass. It hurt because they were not lubed. I handed him the lube and told him to use some before he ripped me open. He lubed his hand and went back to my ass. I’m not sure how many fingers he got up my ass – but it felt like he had most of his hand up me. He enjoyed slamming his fingers in my ass as he chewed my nipples. I was writhing on the bed in totally enjoyment. He put his cock between my legs and simulated fucking me – but I wanted his cock up my ass. I grabbed his cock and stroked it as I touched it against my anus. He asked if I had a condom. I got one for him. I didn’t think that he would actually fuck me – I though that maybe frottage was his thing. He put the condom on and the next thing that I knew his cock was buried deep in my ass. At that point I was on my side and he was fucking me from behind. After a few strokes, he pushed me on to my stomach and straddled me as he fucked me – or I should say pounded me. He pulled out and pounded back into my ass. He then put me back on my side but straddled one leg while my other leg was over his shoulder. He was deep fucking me and beating me off at the same time. He reached under and grabbed my balls and pulled them hard. I shot first – gooey cum on his hands and my stomach. He shot his load and then collapsed next to me on the bed – his cock still in me. When he pulled out – the condom stayed in my ass and his cum leaked out over my ass and onto the sheets.

He got up and showered and I went to the downstairs bathroom to take a shit and clean myself. We watched Saturday Night Live and chatted during commercials. I told him that I was happy that he had found my ass. Was he okay with fucking me? He said definitely. Manning did an okay job – not a very good actor – but definitely cute. I get the impression that he is a man who knows how to properly use an explicative – I like that. When the show was over at 01:00 the junior sadist and I kissed at the door and he headed home with an open invitation to return. I went upstairs and changed the sheets. I slept well on Saturday night.

Traveling Man

2007-03-23T17:04:00.000-04:00

I have to admit that I needed to get laid this past weekend. The Alpha Male had not showed up at bowling on Wednesday night and I had not received a text message from him. But that’s okay – I’ll hear from him again.

Last Friday night I had dinner with friends and ended up staying out late playing pool. I’ve finally found a new local bar since my favorite bar was recently closed. The new bar seems like a cool place – just a place where guys go for a beer and a game of pool – a place where casual conversations can sometimes lead to casual sex.

But I was with two married couples – so it was difficult to really break away from the group and meet new guys. A little before the bar closed, I dropped my friends at their cars at the restaurant where we had eaten and headed home. I was about 02:00. But on my way home I suddenly had a craving for a cheeseburger and fries – not a great thing to eat early in the morning – but I seldom eat late at night – so this was an exception. Plus, if I wasn’t going to get laid I could at least go to bed with a full stomach. I headed to a local twenty-four hour diner near the interstate. It is closer to a truck stop diner than any other place in this town.

The place was kind of deserted – I was surprised. But it was spring break last week at the University - so I guess a sparse crowd was to be expected. I went in, sat at the counter and ordered my burger, fries and soda. I chatted with the waitress – just small talk about the weather and the news of the day. My order arrived and as I started eating a guy took the seat next to me at the counter. I actually smelled him before I felt his arm brush against mine and he apologized for the imposition. He had the smell of a guy who had been outside for a while. It was not a disgusting smell – he smelled of the soil after a heavy rain – musky and rich. He took off his coat and ordered a cup of coffee. From what I could see he was about 22 years old – maybe 6’1” - good body. His hair was light brunette. He had a couple of day’s growth of beard on his face. His face was slightly sunburned – and the pinkness of his burn seemed to accentuate his bright blue eyes.

We chatted as I ate and he drank his coffee. He was heading home to Michigan – he was hitchhiking his way there. His name was Duke – he had been working construction in Florida – but the job had petered out – he didn’t give me any details. I could tell that he was broke so I offered to buy him breakfast. He wasn’t comfortable with that – but he was also hungry – it seemed that he had not eaten since the day before. He ordered a large breakfast. We got to know each other as we ate. He went to work in construction directly out of high school – he always kept a steady job. Time flew by as we talked. He was just a good guy.

At about 04:00 I got up to head home. Duke followed me out the door. When we got outside he asked where I was headed. I said I was going home. He said that he could sure use a shower before getting back on the road. I offered him a shower and a place to sleep on my couch if he needed it. He said that he would like that.

At my place, I set him up in the downstairs bathroom, laid out a sheet, pillow and blanket on the couch and then headed upstairs to get ready for bed. I had told Duke that he could wash some clothes if he needed to – he said that he would.

I heard him finish his shower and heard the washing machine start. I asked if he needed anything before I hit the bed – he said no – but he really appreciated the hospitality. I wished him a good night and slipped between the sheets. I feel asleep quickly. I awoke at about 10:00.

I put on a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt and went downstairs. There naked on the couch lay Duke. He cleaned up nicely. He had shave his face and looked even younger now. He was lightly snoring. He was on his back with his left arm over his head – exposing his hairy arm pit. His chest was covered with a dusting of hair – his cock lay lazily on his abdomen. His cock was nice – about 5” soft, cut and thick. His body was tanned and muscular. His legs were hairy - his body was tanned. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck his cock – but didn’t for some reason. I made a pot of coffee and noticed that he had indeed washed his clothes – they lay folded neatly on the table.

I cut up some fruit and toasted some bagels for breakfast. Duke stirred on the couch and stretched his body. He came into the kitchen totally naked. Duke asked if he needed to put something on. I said that it was not necessary. He said that he thought it would be okay. He liked being naked. So we sat and ate breakfast – I enjoyed him sitting naked next to me.

I went upstairs to take a shower and dress. When I got out of the shower and was drying, I heard Duke ask if he could come upstairs. I said sure and he did. So now we were both nude. He sat on the bed and said, “I’d like to thank you for being so nice to me. Come over here.” When I approached him, he reached out and took my cock in his hand. I got hard. He stood and kissed me as he played with my cock. I reached for his cock and it was expanding in size. It felt great. Duke dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. He was a masterful cocksucker. I ran my hands through his hair and gently fucked his face. I pulled him up and we moved to the bed. I took his cock, now a nice seven inches or so in my mouth. I wanted that cock up my ass – but Duke had other ideas. He asked if I had a condom and lube. I gave him both. He put the condom on my cock and then sat down on me – burying my cock deep in his ass. His ass was warm and tight.

He rode my cock – his cock and balls flapped against my stomach. I ran my hands over his chest as I fucked him. I played with his nipples – they got hard. Suddenly his cock erupted - he shot his load. His cum spayed all over my chest and some landed on my face. His ass tightened around my cock and that sent me over the edge. I shot in his ass and he kept riding me until he collapsed on top of me. His cum and our sweat bound us together. He kissed me deeply and passionately. My cock slid out of his ass and he moved his body next to mine. We fell asleep and when he stirred it was a couple of hours later. I offered him a place to stay for the weekend – but he said that he needed to get home. His girlfriend was due to have a baby that week. Go figure!

I offered him the four hour ride to his hometown. He accepted my offer. On the ride there, he sucked me off one more time while I was driving – just incredible. Just outside of his hometown we pulled down an off-road, I sucked his cock and swallowed his load. He told me that this secluded road was a lover’s lane of sorts – he had fucked many a girl at this very location.

I dropped him off a block from his house. He hugged me before he got out of the car. I gave him my card. He said that he would be in touch. I drove back home – happy with making a new friend and having a belly full of cum.

A Quickie BJ

2007-03-14T14:35:00.000-04:00

It has been a quiet week on campus. This is spring break – so students and most faculty are away on vacation. There is something eerie about walking on a deserted campus. Yesterday, on my walk back to the garage at the end of the day, I did not see another person. That is very different for this campus.

I stopped by and had my car washed before heading home. I would clean out the inside when I got home. As I was cleaning my car, there was a guy in the garage who I have done before. He is a house painter who sometimes works in my apartment building. Usually, I gave him a massage that ended with a dildo up his ass and his cock down my throat. It had been about a month since we last got together.

He was in the garage waiting on his boss to come and spec out a painting job in one of the apartments. There is something about a guy in painter whites that gets my blood flowing. Especially if that guy is married with a couple of kids, 5’5”, slim body, blonde buzzed hair, and a hefty cock. I asked if he had some time to come up to my apartment – he had a few minutes.

As soon as we got in my apartment door, my hand was on his crotch and I was on my knees. He had been working that day – I could smell it on his crotch. I unzipped his pants and pulled them and his underwear down to his ankles. His cock was already hard and drooling precum. I took it down my throat and ran my hands under his shirt and over his smooth chest. I tweaked his nipples and they got hard. He said, “Do you want to go upstairs to the massage table?” I said no – we didn’t have that much time. I sucked his cock – he moaned and grabbed the back of my head and fucked my face. It didn’t take long before he grabbed my shoulders to stabilize himself as he shot his load down my throat. I savored every drop. I licked his balls and cock. He rubbed the back of my head and when he recovered from his orgasm patted my head. I knew that he needed to go.

When we left my apartment we parted ways. But as I was finishing cleaning out my car, I saw the painter, his boss and the manager of the apartment building talking in the garage and they headed up the steps to the apartment that needed painting. I love giving a quick blowjob – the guy comes in, dumps his load and then leaves. After giving the painter head I was very productive last night. That caused me to think that I could be so much more productive in my job if I started every morning with a random blow job – just pick a faculty member, staff or student and unzip him and suck him off. I wonder if that can be written into my contract?

The Return of Alpha Male

2007-03-12T13:50:00.000-04:00

I looked forward to bowling this past Wednesday night. My encounter with the Alpha Male had been incredible and I was definitely looking for a repeat. I had been spontaneously springing boners all week just thinking about the great fuck he had given me. I would think about it in the strangest places – the most embarrassing was in the middle of a presentation that I was making to a group of faculty. As I stood at the front of the room behind the lectern and talked eloquently about the subject, in my mind I thought of having the Alpha Male of top of me with his cock buried deep in my ass. Needless to say, I stayed behind the podium and was happy that there were many questions after my presentation – that way my cock had time to deflate.

So I was ready when Wednesday night rolled around. I didn’t see the Alpha Male until about the middle of the first game. He was bowling with the same two guys as before – but this time there were two women with them. He caught my eye and nodded. I acknowledged his nod. He was very friendly with one of the women with whom he was bowling. I saw a few hugs and kisses passed between them. That was cool with me. For the rest of that game – not much happened. I was bowling shitty – my ball could never find the strike pocket. My friends were in the drinking mode that night – I was the designated driver. Between the second and the third games – I went to piss. As I was standing at the urinal relieving myself, the Alpha Male came in and took the urinal next to mine. He pulled out his cock and said, “Hey, how you been?” Before I could answer the door opened and a guy entered and took the third urinal next to the Alpha Male. We all stood there pissing. When the Alpha Male was through he zipped up and said, “Later man.”

I went back to bowling. My friends were getting trashed and somewhat silly. Nothing is worse than being the sober person in a group of drunks. So bowling was over and I had no idea if I would see the Alpha Male that night. When I got my friends in the car and was heading home I received a text message from the Alpha Male. It read, “Cant meet tonight see you this weekend 4 sure.” Well, that pissed me off! I thought about calling him back and expressing my annoyance - but instead just messaged back, “That sucks – I’ll be around this weekend.”

For the rest of the week I concentrated on work and friends. Last Friday night I ended up going out with the geneticist, his perky girlfriend, Chris and his female date. We started out drinking at a nightclub where a good Memphis blues guitarist was playing. We ended up at the local gay bar. We had visited this bar on Halloween – it was dreary then and is still a shit hole of a bar. Both Chris and the geneticist are very cute blondes – they were immediately set upon by the predatory assholes in the bar. At one point I saw a guy with the geneticist against the wall trying to rub under his shirt and in his pants. I had to intervene. If that would have happened in a straight bar it would have been called rape! Little wonder that this bar looks like it is going out of business – may its demise come soon. I gathered the drunk straight people and we left – never again to darken the doors of that place.

I spent Saturday cleaning house and washing clothes – I know that seems to be an every Saturday occurrence – I just like clean surroundings. I had dinner with the geneticist and his girlfriend – they left the next day for a week long trip to San Francisco. I got to bed about 23:00 and was sleeping soundly when the phone rang at 01:30. The voice on the line said, “It’s Mike – buzz me in.” I did. I threw on a robe and went downstairs. When I opened the door I could smell the beer on his breath. He came in and stopped me in the foyer by hugging me and grabbing my ass with his hands. He pushed me to my knees and forced my face to his crotch. His cock was hard already. I pulled down his pants and sucked on the head of his cock. It had a taste that I recognized was not of a man. I suddenly realized that it was the taste of a woman. I looked up at him and as if he were reading my mind he said, “That’s right, you are not the first bitch to have that cock tonight.” My cock got hard.

I stayed on my knees and sucked him until he told me to get up and get my robe off. He left his clothes on the floor as we walked to the living room. He pushed me over the arm of the couch. I panicked a little – I was not lubed and his cock would hurt me if he went in dry. But he took care of that. He landed a couple of big wads of his spit directly on my ass hole. Finally he spit on his cock and we were ready. He entered me roughly - so roughly that I was taken by surprise which caused my sphincter to really tighten up and almost no let him in. He grabbed my shoulders and started to give me a good hard fucking. My cock was rubbing against the soft leather of the sofa – it felt great.

I’m not sure how long he fucked me – all I remember are his grunts with each thrust and the smells of beer, sweat and sex. When he lay over my back and fucked me with long deep strokes, I shoot my load all over the leather beneath me. As he continue to fuck me – I stayed hard. My ejaculate lubricated the leather and my cock was almost over stimulated rubbing between my body and the leather. When he came – he came deep within me. For a while he kept his cock in me and kept fucking me with gentle strokes. I loved every second of it.

He pulled out and said that it was time to get in bed. We went upstairs – I got a washcloth and washed his cock and balls – he went to the bed and I sat for a shit. I lubed my ass. When I got to the bed he was laying on his back with his cock hard again. I settled between his legs and sucked his cock. I licked the sweat from his balls and moved my tongue under his balls and toward his ass. He raised a leg to give me entry. I asked him to turn on his stomach. He did. That left me access to one of the most beautiful asses that I have ever seen. Firm, muscular, definitely the perfect bubble butt, lightly hairy and there ready to be eaten. His anus was tight and puckered a little. But it opened up as my tongue played with it. His ass tasted of pepper and sweat – I love the taste of male ass. Alpha Male enjoyed having his ass eaten. The whole time I was eating it he was saying things like - “That’s just where your face belongs cocksucker!”; “I feel like I have to fart. Do you want to eat my fart?”; “You’re the first to do that - fuckin’ incredible!”

The whole time that I was eating his ass I was jacking his cock. He flipped over on his back and planted his cock down my throat. At the same time I used my finger on his ass. I was able to sneak my index finger up his ass and when I found his prostate he went over the edge. I could hear his cussing as he came. He filled my mouth his tasty cum – I drank every drop – I wasted nothing.

I feel asleep with my face in the crotch of the Alpha Male. Sometime in the night I ended up with my face in his arm pit. There is nothing better than waking up to the smell of a sweaty pit. We slept until late morning. I awoke before he did. I could feel his strong, muscular body next to mine. His cock lazily lay on his abdomen. I could hear his light snoring. My senses were over come by the thick musky smell that covered the bed.

He awoke and lay there as I stroked his body. He said he needed a shower – I could wash his back. So we went to the shower. I washed his body and ended up on the floor of the shower getting fucked as the water poured over our bodies. Thank goodness I had lubed – because this was a brutal fuck. It lasted no more than five minutes – but it was five minutes of gut wrenching ass pounding. When we were through he left me in the shower and stood at the toilet and pissed. I watched and toyed with the idea of asking for his piss – but it just didn’t feel like the right thing to do at the moment.

We went downstairs and he got dressed. He said that he would see me on Wednesday. I settled in for a lazy Sunday afternoon of watching movies – enjoying the wonderful feeling of a well pounded ass.

Ex-Navy Guy

2007-03-09T17:30:00.000-05:00

Last weekend, I was in the mood for quiet. I turned down a couple of invitations for dinner with friends. I just wanted to relax, read and catch up on my television viewing – my TiVo was getting full and I needed to transfer some programs to my external hard drive. I lead such an exciting life!

I accomplished a lot on Friday evening and Saturday – I had worked my way out of my isolationist mood. On Saturday evening I decided to turn the ringer back up on my phone and to go online and check my messages – not much new and exciting there. So I settled in for an evening of watching guys on webcams and a long slow masturbation session. I love watching guys jack off. There is one particular 25 year-old guy from Ireland who gives a great show – long uncut cock that is connected to a nearly perfect body – he takes forever to shoot his load and talks very nasty as he does it – plus, I could get off just listening to his brogue. I had been at it for about forty-five minutes when my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number but answered it anyway – I could use a cock or an ass now.

The guy on the other end of the line was someone that I had met in a local bar about two months ago. We have played pool and shared several beers. I had given him my card. He had just gotten out of the Navy in August and was having a problem finding a steady job. He asked if I would be interested in meeting for a drink that night. I told him that I wasn’t interested in going out – but that he was welcome to stop by – I had a couple of twelve packs chilled. He said that would be cool and I gave him directions to my place. So I stopped stroking my cock and took a quick shower.

I had always thought that the Ex-Navy guy was handsome. He is about 6’1”, maybe 180 lbs, handsome Nordic features, dirty blonde hair that is still quite short – not quite a buzz cut, 24 years old, a local guy, usually a clean shaved face – but the last time that I saw him he was growing a mustache. His body is athletic – he is a guy who exercises on a regular basis – but for some reason wears baggy clothes – but once after a game of pool we did hug (seems to be a common thing for drunken guys to do in the Midwest after a game of pool – go figure!). I could tell that he was muscular. He sported a nice tribal band on his upper arm. He said he had other tattoos – but I had never seen them. He always struck me as being a terminally straight guy. He was married – but now divorced. But that was cool – I can always use another friend.

He arrived about half an hour after he called. His mustache had grown and looked quite good on him. We had a couple of beers, watched television and talked. He was having a hard time adapting to non-military life. He still couldn’t find a decent job. He was thinking of reenlisting. I asked him if he had participated in the education savings plan when he was in the Navy. He had. So I suggested that he use his funds and go back to college and study a technical field that interested him. I always think that more education is the solution to most dead-end situations. There are several good institutions in the area that would meet his needs.

I asked if he had met anyone. He said that was part of his problem. He had met a woman who had treated him terribly – lied to him about not being married and even had a couple of kids. He had liked her – but said that he was off women for a while. That was an interesting comment. He asked if I was dating anyone. I said that I was seeing a couple of people – keeping it very gender neutral. He said, “So, no steady guy. That’s good. I’m glad that I called.” I was floored – he definitely had my number. But I was going to let him set the agenda here.

We talked about everything as we drank. He was quite articulate and sexy as hell. I was comfortable and feeling pretty good. It was about midnight and the Ex-Navy boy asked if I had any good movies – the meaning was clear – did I have any porn. I pulled out my favorite DVD called “Horny Trios.” It is made up of about twenty scenes – all involving two guys and a girl. He loved it. We continued to drink and comment on what was happening on the screen. Some of the scenes were ridiculous – but there are some great double penetration scenes. I was hard and he was hard – I could see his cock snaking down the left leg of his pants.

We were sitting next to one another on the couch. Suddenly he got quiet as if thinking. He told me that he knew about me and wanted to be my friend. He told me that he had been given a blowjob by a guy once in San Diego. Ex-Navy had been on liberty and been out to bars with his buds. Sometime in the evening they found themselves in an adult bookstore. He was in one of the booths watching a fuck flick and beating his cock - he noticed a hole in the wall and a finger motioned him to come closer. He did and ended up with his cock in the hole and the guy on the other side sucking him off. As he told me this story, I could see his cock growing longer. I asked if he had done anything with a guy since then. He said no – but he wanted to. He would watch his shipmates and imagine what their cocks would feel like. We looked into each others eyes. He looked at his cock.

That was enough for me. My hand went to his cock and I heard him catch his breath. At the same time, he reached over and pulled my head downward toward his crotch. I unzipped his Levis and pulled them, along with his socks and boots, off his body. His lower body was moderately hairy – blonde mixed with brown hairs. His cock was beautiful – about 7”, cut, with a slight upward banana curve. It was leaky fluid. His hairy balls were tucked tight against his body – but they were perfectly shaped like large walnuts. I sucked each ball and nuzzled under his balls with the bridge of my nose. I let my hands run under his shirt and across his light fur covered belly. I found his nipples and rolled each between my fingers – nipples got hard and cock even harder. I took his cock in my mouth and took it to the base. He grabbed the back of my head, moaned and shot his load in my mouth. He started shaking – glad that he enjoyed it. He kept his cock in my mouth and it started to shrivel a little. I licked and sucked for a while – stroking and playing with his body.

I expected him to flee after he had gotten off – just happens sometimes. But he didn’t. He asked to see my cock. So I took him upstairs to my bed and we each removed our clothes. His body was incredible – firm,lean and slightly hairy. He had the tan lines of a guy who worked out side with a short-sleeved shirt on – kind of a farmer’s tan. I found that incredibly sexy. I lay on the bed and he ran his hands over my body. He held my cock and gently stroked it. He sucked on my nipples – I encouraged him to suck harder and be a little rougher with them – he was a good learner.

He licked down my body – he seemed to really get off on playing with my stomach – he ran his tongue into my belly button. He moved his head lower and licked the head of my cock. He was good for a beginner. He did to me exactly what I had done to him – except he gagged when he tried to get more than half of my cock in his mouth. But his mouth on my cock was warm and soft – I usually take a while to cum – but this guy had me ready. I told him that I was about to shoot and he sucked harder on my cock. I filled his mouth with my large load – he took most of it – I could feel the rest dripping down my cock and on to my balls. He sucked and licked my cock with great intensity. He laid his head on my cock and rested as our breaths went back to normal and our heart rates lowered. I pulled his body up so that he lay next to me – his head resting on my arm. I leaned over and kissed him – he kissed back. I could tell that he enjoyed the kiss. I could also taste my cum in his mouth. We drifted off to sleep with the smells of beer, cum and sweat filling the room.

I awoke in the middle of the night with the Ex-Navy guy sucking my cock. He was good. I fed him another load and drifted back to sleep. I awoke before he did in the morning. I was about 09:00. I looked at the beauty of his body and was amazed that he was laying next to me. His cock was hard – I love a good morning woody. I woke him up with a blow job – but I had other ideas of where his cock would end up. I asked him to fuck me. I handed him a condom and the astroglide. Just a note here: I will never use silicone-based lube again – that stuff caused the skin on my cock to get rough and scaly! He lubed his cock, put on the condom and then lubed me. This guy knew how to use a condom. I lay on my back and he raised my legs over his shoulders. I felt the tip of his cock on my anus. We locked eyes as he entered me. It felt fantastic. Once he was in – he found a slow rhythm and started to fuck me. He kept mumbling how incredible it felt. I told him that my ass was his anytime that he wanted it – and that seemed to do it. He shot his load and collapsed on top of me. I love the feeling of having a guy’s weight on my body. We lay that way for about an hour. Chatting about what had happened. Turns out he called me to scope out if I was interested in sex. Seems he has been watching me very closely at the bar and had noticed that I sometimes left with guys. It’s nothing that he had ever discussed with anybody – it just got him wondering. I told him that he was welcome to come back anytime. I need to be very careful here, this is a guy that I could really fall for.

I took him to breakfast and we had very good conversation. I dropped him at his car and before he got out he leaned over and gave me a deep kiss. My cock got hard again. He groped it, laughed and said “I will see you soon…very soon.”

Bowling With Alpha Male

2007-03-01T17:04:00.001-05:00

With the cold weather, I have been spending more time bowling. Where else can you drink beer and get some good exercise? I usually go with the geneticist, his perky girlfriend and Chris, a cute young straight boy who has a penchant for young lesbian girls – go figure!

Last night we were bowling next to a group of three guys. Two were slender, about 5’10” tall, nice looking guys. But the third immediately caught my eye. He was about 6’2” tall, must have weighed in at a muscular 220-230, probably in his late 20s. I could tell that his body was solid. He wore a pair of jeans that were relaxed fit – but perfectly framed his ass. He had on a light gray wool sweater with a red tee-shirt underneath. On his head he wore a dark gray knit skull cap. He was the Alpha Male in his group. I could tell that the other two guys worshipped him – but being straight boys, they would never recognize their infatuation. I subtly watched the Alpha Male as he bowled – he had good technique. But it was his attitude that really attracted me. He drank, he swore and he even had a wad of chewing tobacco in his mouth. He was constantly spitting in his juice cup.

My friends know that I suck cock and get fucked and sometimes make jokes about cocks and asses – all in good fun. Chris had a spare to pick up – but instead of making it – put his ball between the two pins. When he came back to the table I said, “Well you certainly rammed that right through the hole!” It was just an innocent comment. Well Chris’ return comment was typical, “I bet you say that to all the boys as they’re fucking you.” We all laughed – and so did the Alpha Male who was standing near our group and overheard everything.

We finished the first game and I went to get more beer. As I was waiting in line the Alpha Male was behind me. He smelled great – kind of a sandalwood cologne mixed with a slight tobacco scent. We chatted about bowling and he said, “You seem to be with a group of good friends. Seems like a lot of razzing going on.” I said that we always laugh a lot. I got my beer and went back to the group. During the second game, I caught him looking at me a couple of time. When he noticed that I caught him watching me, he would smile.

Between the second and third games, I had to take a wicked piss. As I was standing at the urinal the Alpha Male came into the toilet and took the spot next to me. There were no dividers between the urinals. He stood away and unzipped his pants. I kept pissing. Luckily I have great peripheral vision – direct viewing is not cool sometimes and I didn’t need to fight my way out of that toilet. He pulled out a nice fat cock – it was difficult for me to tell its length. He let out a stream of piss. I instinctively looked at his pissing cock – my eyes were transfixed by it. I looked up his body and my eyes met his. He smiled. His cock grew a little. He shook it – I could tell that is was a beauty. I looked away – kind of embarrassed. All he said was, “So, do want this cock?” I had finished pissing but stood paralyzed. I nodded yes. He asked, “Do you have a place?” I gave another affirmative nod. “Where is it?” I reached into my wallet and gave him my personal card – name, address, and phone numbers. He said, “I know where that is. I’ll drop by later!” He zipped up and left me standing at the urinal – my cock getting hard. I stuffed it back in my pants and went back to my friends.

I felt as if I were being watched during the last game. The Alpha Male made it a point to brush against my ass, usually with his hand, as he walked by. I ended up bowling three good games (at least for me): 187, 204 and 173. As I packed up my ball and shoes, the Alpha Male headed out with his friends, nodded and said, “Later.”

As I got to my car – I received a text message on my phone. It read “Will be at your place in about an hour. Still OK?” I replied, “Yes.”

The security phone rang at 01:00. I answered it and a voice said, “This is Mike, let me in.” I buzzed him up.

He walked in and took off his shoes and asked if I had a beer. I got him one. He unbuttoned the button on his pants, slid his zipper down a little and sat on the sofa. He spread his legs and patted his crotch. Nothing said – but I knew what he wanted. I put my face in his crotch – savoring the smells I found there – smelled of dried piss and sweat - all mixed with the smell of cigarettes. His cock was growing. I chewed it through the jeans. He enjoyed that. He told me to take his cock out. I did and licked the head. It was a beautiful cut cock. It looked at this point to be about eight inches and thick. I licked the head of his cock and then went down to his balls. His crotch was hairy and smelled like a man’s crotch. I sucked each ball. He liked that. I was amazed that I could get Alpha Male’s cock down my throat – but I bottomed it out. He said, “Nobody has ever taken the whole thing!” I couldn’t respond – so I just grunted.

I sucked him. After a while – he stood and told me that it was time to go get fucked. I led him upstairs to the bedroom. I watched as he undressed. His chest was chiseled and covered with a light dusting of light brown hair, but the hair was not too dense. His nipples were small dots on his muscular pectorals. He wanted lotion – I gave him silicon lube. I lay on my stomach and presented him my ass. He roughly lubed my asshole and stuck a finger in. He lubed his cock and placed it at the entrance to my ass. I knew that I could take his cock – there is just that initial frightful moment when I can never be sure.

He slowly fed my ass his cock. But he was there to fuck, and he did. He rode me long and hard – varying his pace and speed. He did little to give me any pleasure other than the fucking that he was giving me – no wrap around hand job, no tweaking of the nipples. We changed position to me being on my side and him straddling one leg and fucking my ass – that has to be my favorite position. I could see his face and the intensity that he was putting into this fuck. I stroked my cock and after another 5 minutes or so shot my load on my stomach – he fucked me harder.

I like a guy who swears while he fucks me – the Alpha Male had an obscene vocabulary. I loved it. He put together expletives like no one else that I had ever been with. My body was twisted and sore – but I was prepared for a long fuck. He put me back on my stomach and straddled my ass as he fucked me. He announced that he was about to shoot his load. I ground my ass into his pubes. When he shot, he slapped my ass so hard that I awoke with a bruise this morning. After he came, he collapsed on my back. I could feel his cock soften and his cum oozing out of my ass and onto my balls. After a while, I had to get up and go take a shit and clean up. When I came back, the Alpha Male was comfortably curled up in the bed – softly snoring. I climbed in next to him. The only thing that I worried about was if he would remember what happened in the morning. As I feel asleep, we gravitated to the spoon position.

The alarm went off at 6:30 this morning – I had a cock pressed against my leg and one against my ass – we were both hard. He said, “Mornin’ Dude. Why don’t you get down there and suck me?” I did. It was a joy to take his second load. We both got what we wanted – he my ass and me his cock. We got up and took individual showers. I made breakfast while he showered. As we ate, he asked if Wednesday was a regular bowling night for me. I told him that it was – he said that he would drop by again next Wednesday night after bowling – more a statement than a question of my availability. In the lobby of the building, he thanked me and said, “Man that was the best piece of ass that I’ve had in a long time.” I just smiled and clinched my sphincter – I knew that I would fondly remember it –and then we would do it all again next Wednesday night.

pig boy

2007-02-28T16:01:00.001-05:00

I received a message the other day from a guy who had seen my profile. He described himself as a nasty pig boy who was looking for a guy who had few inhibitions. A guy who would push pig boy's limits. Generally, I like to suck cock, eat ass, get fucked and drink piss – just normal everyday activities. However, there are times when I enjoy delivering a good fucking to a guy who needs it. There were even times in the past when I have been asked to dominate and humiliate guys. I had a married Army officer who came to me on a regular basis – he wanted to be forced to dress in heels and stockings, spanked for being a bad girl, bound and forced to suck my cock. It was different – but enjoyable. He seemed to get so much pleasure from the humiliation. So, I did not immediately discount the possibility of being the dominate partner again.

Plus, the guy that was making the request was very handsome. He was 38, identified as bisexual, Italian, extremely hairy, about 6’, 180 lbs, cute smile, long uncut cock. He told me that he was the CEO of a large company based nearby. His emails were filled with how much he wanted to be humiliated – pissed on, shit on (was not so sure about that), forced to suck cock. He had never been fucked – but had been forced by a previous mistress to suck seven straight guys off before she allowed them to fuck her and her friend. He had a fantasy of being sold to a big black woman – who would force him to lick her body clean and then farm him out to her friends. He wanted to be treated like a pet – dog collar and leash included. His emails were long and written in broken English – I wasn’t sure if he was just excited as he wrote them or English was his second language. It turned out that English was his second language – though he wrote much better in English than I could in Italian.

I sent him a BDSM questionnaire and we talked at great length about what we expected from one another. The week before, I drove to his hometown and we had dinner. We talked – face to face – about what he needed. He got back with me the next week. We decided that he would come to my place.

Lucky I had a collar to fit his neck that belonged to my dear departed St. Bernard – I had a leash as well. I prepared the blindfold and the ball gag and went through in my mind how he would be treated. I felt on top of it all. We had talked about his safe words and all was cool.

I had given him the following orders:

You will be at my apartment at 17:30 pm - be on time.

The door to my apartment will be unlocked.
You will enter and close the door.
On your left will be a bathroom - a light will be on.
You will go into the bathroom, remove you clothes - all of your clothes. Remove any jewelry.
I will have hangers on the shower rod for you to use.
When you are undressed - you will kneel on the floor facing the shower with your back to the door.
I will come to you when I am ready.
You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question or give you permission to speak. If I ask you a question you will preface your answer with the word SIR.
You are nothing more than my pet. If you do not do as you are told - I will punish you as I would a wild animal.

That is all you need to know for now. I understand from your recent emails that you need humiliation more than you need actual pain - I will give you what you need and enjoy every minute of your humiliation.

He arrived about forty-five minutes early. He entered as he was told – but I let him kneel until 17:30 arrived. I could tell that he needed some discipline.

When I went into the bathroom, he was kneeling with his head down. I told him to straighten his back and he did. I placed the dog collar on his neck and blindfolded his eyes. I thought that he was going to cum at that moment. I told him that he arrived too early and that was not acceptable. He was told to stand and bend over. He did as ordered. I gave him nine whacks on his ass with a paddle - one for each five minute period that he had been early. He said, “Thank you, Sir.” I gave him three more for speaking without being asked to speak. His ass was pink and swollen – it was a nice site. I put him back down on his knees and attached the leash. He crawled to the living room. He was well trained to the leash. He heeled well and quickly learned to respond to the tug on the chain. He lay at my feet for a while and then I told him to clean my feet with his mouth.

In anticipation of his visit, I had stopped using soap days ago. He did a thorough job – I told him to lick his way to my crotch. He did. What he found there caused him to almost loose it again. I have an old jock that I never wash – use it at the gym sometimes when I’m in a particularly foul mood. That jock is coated with dried cum and piss and really smells. There was no mistaking that his nose had picked up the jocks scent. He licked my cock through the material of the jock and tried to pull my cock out of the side of the jock. I gave his head a slap – I had not told him to do that. He sucked my cock through the encrusted jock. I ground his head into my crotch – my cock was hard and enjoying this. I slipped my cock out the slide of the jock pouch and put it in pig boy’s mouth. He sucked on the head – but I wanted my cock down his throat – so I put it there. He gagged as my cock hit the back of his throat – but I didn’t care. He wasn’t a very good cocksucker – too much teeth and not enough suction. But I enjoyed making him gag – holding his head on my cock – feeling his throat convulsing around my cock. I let him suck me for about 10 minutes.

We then headed upstairs. I tied him face-up on the bed - his arms extended to each bedpost. I wanted to work on his body for a while. His cock was fully erect – about seven inches with the hood covering the head. His balls hung loosely – they were low-hangers. But I was there to make him feel. I started by tweaking his nipples – they immediately got erect. I chewed on them – they became red. I took a clothes pin and attached it to his right nipple. He immediately cried out his safe word to stop. I did. Now I had tried that very clothes pin on my own nipple – it felt really good! So I moved away from his nipples and tortured his balls for a while – I stretched them up and down – tied them up with a leather strip – teased his cock head until it was engorged with blood. He seemed to enjoy that – the whole time I was telling him what a piece of shit he was.

I turned him over and retied his hands – I wanted to see how tight his ass was. I put on a surgical glove and lubed my hand and his ass – I gently stroked his anus. I was gentle – full well knowing that his ass was exit only up until that point. I got no more than my index finger in to the second knuckle when he once again called his safe word to stop. But his cock was still hard – so I figured that I would move on to another body part. I straddled his shoulders and began fucking his mouth. I wanted to see his eyes as I fucked his face – so I pulled off his blindfold. That was a mistake on my part. It was as if seeing his blue eyes caused me to loose all design to dominate him – and I think that the same thing happened to him. He lost his erection and I could tell his interest in submitting – the scene was over – we both knew it. But it was probably for the best. His nipples were hypersensitive – he didn’t take it up the ass – he whined and called his safe word at every turn - so what was left? I fucked his mouth and shot a load all over his face.

Afterwards, we talked about it. He neglected to tell me that he needed to be blindfolded at all times and lost interest if he saw the person dominating him – just a small omitted detail. He dressed and left – I was very happy to see him go. I think that I’ll go back to my regular activities – there is always comfort in familiarity.

The Canadian

2007-02-22T16:09:00.000-05:00

The last of my twenty-something guys nicely rounded out the trilogy of hot young men who made my week enjoyable. MD and the Plowman were very different fucks. MD was a sensual guy who I could get used to seeing on a regular basis. The Plowman was a hot fuck who can drop by and get off whenever he likes.

I left work early the other day and drove to Chicago to see a production of Poulenc’s “Dialogues of the Carmelites.” The last scene always brings me to tears – a mixture of sadness for the nuns and fear from the sounds of the guillotine severing their heads. It was a wonderful production. I stayed at the Chicago Hilton on S. Michigan Ave. It was just a one night stay since I had a meeting at work the next day at 10:00. I decided to have dinner and hang out at Kitty O'Shea's – the fish and chips were delicious and the Guinness hit the spot. It was about midnight and I was about to head back to my room – the bar closed in an hour.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and a deep bass voice asked if the seat next to me was taken. I looked up into a pair of blue eyes framed by a boyish face. It was strange that this voice was coming from this face. He could not have been older than 25. His sandy blonde hair was medium length – a good cut. It perfectly framed his face. His upper lip was framed by a well-trimmed mustache. He was dressed in a tailor-made suit – his shirt was white and starched and his tie was perfectly knotted. I said that it was not. He sat down and offered me his right hand. His hand shake was firm. We introduced ourselves – but I could not tell you his name now to save my life.

We sat at the bar and talked until closing was announced. He was in town for a conference – had been away from his home in Ottawa for over a month and would not be home for another couple of weeks. I could tell that he just needed to talk about anything other than business. We left the bar and headed for the elevator. I invited him to come up to my suite for a drink – I always carry of bottle of bourbon when I travel – I just refuse to pay the outlandish prices in the room minibar. Surprisingly, he accepted. It is funny sometimes how quickly guys bond in hotels when traveling.

I was happy that he preferred his bourbon on the rocks – no mixers for him. He took his coat off and loosened his tie revealing a tuft of hair. He had a nice body – from what I could see with his clothes on. The topic came up of relationships. The Canadian was engaged – to be married in a year. He talked lovingly about his fiancé and how much he missed her. He asked if I had a wife. I simply said, “No, I date men.” He lost his smile for a second and I could see his mind cranking. He had been thrown for a loop. He said, “Hmm…I never would have guessed that…that’s cool.” And we had another drink. We talked about our homes – about what is was like to grow up in different generations. I decided that he was just a friendly straight guy who needed a little companionship – I was not going infringe upon that with an offer of sex. It was now about 02:00 and I had to be up and traveling early. We finished our drinks and he got up to leave. But he seemed to be dragging his heels. I shook his hand to wish him goodbye and he did not release my hand. He looked at me and said, “This situation may be a one time thing for me. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have my cock sucked by a guy. Would you be willing to blow me?” He was close and I could smell the bourbon on his breath. I was surprised and I really debated for about two seconds if it was a good thing to suck this nice guy – but I nodded my head yes and led him to the bed. I removed his tie and took his shirt off. He wore a white tee shirt that was wet under his arms. I lifted the shirt over his head and what I saw was beautiful. His chest was covered with light brown hair – but not so thick that I could not easily see skin. I ran my hands over his chest and he shivered.

His pants were next to come off. His white boxers were tented in the front by what looked like a hefty piece of meat. I got on my knees and slide his boxers to the floor. His cock was uncut and about seven inches long. It was a beauty! I pushed him back on the bed and removed his shoes and socks.

His body was fresh and clean – I think that he was wearing Versace “l’homme” cologne – but I’m not sure. I crawled between his legs and took each of his balls in my mouth. I reached up and stroked his cock. I licked along the underside of his cock and licked under his foreskin. There was just a hint of stale piss there. I love that taste. I took his cock in my mouth and licked the head. He said, “Suck that cock!” I did. I took it all the way to the base and he went wild. He grabbed my head and started short thrusts into my mouth. His breathing quickened and he shot his load down my throat. He did not release my head – his dick stayed hard and he kept pumping.

He moved so that my head was hanging over the edge of the bed and he was standing. His balls slapped against my nose as he fucked my mouth. He was thrusting with full cock length stroke down my throat. This guy was a great fucker. He took forever to cum the second time – that was good. Snot and cum was flowing from my nose – but his second load went straight to my stomach for his cock was buried to the hilt when he announced that he was cumming a second time. I thought to myself – it was nice to take two tasty loads – it had been a good night. But he wasn’t through with me.

He made himself another drink, moved over to the sofa and sat down and beckoned me to get between his legs. I did. I sucked his cock for the next hour as he sipped on his bourbon and watched television. He controlled the pace of the blow job. I was there to get him off. It must be very nice to be his fiancé. When he finally blew his third load – I did not want to stop sucking. But he was spent. He thanked me, dressed, said goodnight and went back to his room.

I was still clothed. I smelled of cum, sweat and bourbon. I crawled into bed and slept for a few hours. I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing. It was the Canadian with a wakeup call – just reminding me that I needed to get on the road. I hated to shower his smells off of me – but it would not have been cool to smell of cum and bourbon during my meeting with the Dean – I needed to be clean and then maybe he wouldn’t notice my red and slightly swollen lips from being face fucked all night. He didn’t.

The Plowman

2007-02-22T11:56:00.000-05:00

The snow finally stopped falling for a while last week and people started the process of digging out cars and shoveling sidewalks. Luckily, I don’t have to do that – I park in a garage and the maintenance staff of the apartment building shovel the walks. On Saturday morning I got a call from a woman with whom I work. She is about 62, lives alone and is very small in stature. She asked if I would come over and help her dig out her car – she lives on a small side street – so the city had not sent plows through. However, her car was buried in a drift. She had the shovel, brush and scrapper. I walked the five blocks to her place. It was a quiet walk – new snow was beginning to fall – soft snow crunched under my boots.

It took about an hour to dig her car out. Just as we finished, one of her neighbors pulled up in a truck with a plow attached to the front. The woman I work with introduced us – his name was Carl. Carl looked to be about 23, tall guy, blond hair and beard – tough to tell what kind of body he had under the brown Carhartt coverall that he was wearing. We stood and chatted for about 10 minutes while my coworker did something in her house – I’m not sure what. Carl was going to plow the street. I made a comment about being from the South and not having much experience with plowing. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “Well we’ll just have to show a Southern boy how we plow in the Midwest.” My friend headed off to the grocery store.

At Carl’s invitation, I climbed in his truck and we plowed the street. It was a smoother ride than I thought that it would be. It turned out that Carl goes to school at the local technical college – works third shift at a local manufacturing company and does odd jobs during the day to make extra money. Nice guy to talk with. The street was clear and I figured we were through for the day. He parked his truck and I was getting out when he offered a give me a ride back to my place. The walk would have been nice – but I wanted to see how far this would go.

He pulled into the outside lot for visitors. I asked what else he had planned for the day. He said he had nothing - just sleep before he had to go to work. I invited him in for some coffee – he accepted. When we got into my apartment he peeled of his coverall – apologizing that he didn’t have more on underneath. It didn’t seem to bother him that he was left in just a red union suit – hell, it didn’t bother me! When he removed his gloves – I saw his wedding band.

He asked to use the bathroom – I showed him the way and went back to make a pot of coffee. When he walked back in the kitchen, I looked over and his cock was flopping around in his union suit as he walked. My cock got hard. We sat and watched TV while the coffee brewed. When it was done – I poured us both a mug. He asked if I had anything to put in it – I told him that I usually take mine with a splash of Jim Beam. He said that would be cool.

We had a couple of cups of coffee and I was getting a buzz. Carl used the bathroom several times – each time his cock seemed to get a little more erect. On his last trip, he came back and said, “Show me what’s upstairs.” So up the stairs we went. It was very strange, but I was waiting for him to make the first move – and he did. When we got upstairs to the bedroom – he asked if I was queer. I said yes. He asked if I gave head. My response was to drop to my knees and suck his cock through his union suit. He unbuttoned his underwear and pulled his cock and balls out. His chest was hairless – but his cock was surrounded by a thick bush of fine blonde hair. His body was ripped - but this was not a gym body - this was the body of a man who does physical labor. His cock was about six inches – but I swear it was as thick as a beer can. I had trouble getting his cock in my mouth. But I gave it my best effort and he seemed to be enjoying it.

He asked if I was ready to see how the locals plowed. I answered by stripping down to my long johns, unfastening the back panel that covered my ass, handing him a Magnum XL condom and lube and laying over the edge of the bed face down with my ass up ready for his assault. I heard him rip open the condom wrapper and lube up his cock. I felt the head of his cock against my anus. I felt the weight of his body pushing his cock into my ass. I heard the grunts coming from my mouth as he entered me. I felt his pubes on my ass as he bottomed out – somehow my ass had stretched to take his thick cock. He then proceeded to plow my ass for what must have been thirty minutes. He swore, he grunted, he sweated. His sweat had the smell of citrus – I wondered if that was natural or cologne-based. At one point he lay across my back and rabbit fucked me – giving me great pleasure as his thick cock wreaked havoc on my prostate. I realized that he was still in his union suit.

He was a guy who got very vocal when he shot his load – thank goodness my neighbor was away at a conference. After he came he collapsed on my back. We were both covered in sweat. The smell of sex permeated the air. After a while, Carl rolled off my back and lay on the bed on his back. I stroked his body and made my way down to his crotch. The condom was still on his cock – filled with his cum. I gently removed the condom and poured the contents of the sack down my throat. He liked that. He gently stroked my bald head. I then cleaned his cock – savoring the taste of this young married guy’s seed. By this time it was a bout 17:00. He got up, took a piss, rinsed off in the shower and said he had to get home and get to bed. He asked for my phone number – I gave him all my numbers – and he said that he would be in touch.

MD

2007-02-22T10:00:00.000-05:00

Last week we had large amounts of snow. The city was buried and almost stood still for a while. But in the midst of all the snow, it was the week of the twenty-something guys.

Last Thursday I received an IM from a guy – we’ll call him MD - who I’ve been chatting with for a while now. Nice guy – 23 years old – lives with his girl friend – current student. The picture that he sent showed a handsome guy – medium brown hair, slightly curly - bright eyes and a killer smile. I always thought that he and I would chat and never really get together. I was wrong. MD messaged me wondering what I was doing that night – I had dinner plans with friends and agreed to IM him when I got in. Dinner lasted until about 22:30 and when I got home I went online – didn’t see MD on – but sent a message that I was home. About ten minutes later he messaged me – wondered if I could come pick him up because his car was buried in a drift. I was glad to do that – he gave me directions and I was there at the assigned time. When he got in – I was pleased with what I saw – even cuter in person – seemed friendly but quite shy. On the way back to my apartment we talked about the weather and got to know each other.

Back at my place he removed his jacket and cap. He had on a pair of well worn jeans and a hoodie over a tee shirt. When the jacket came off his smell was very nice. It was the smell of a young man’s sweat mixed with a slight hint of cigarette smoke – quite appealing to me. We sat on the sofa – maybe two feet from one another and watched TV for a while. I could tell that he was nervous. At one point he asked where the bathroom was – without thinking I rubbed his head and pointed him down the hall. He left the door open as he pissed. When he returned he sat closer to me. I rubbed the back of his neck and played with his hair. His hair was thick, yet soft. He moved his hand and placed it on my knee. We sat that way for a while – me stroking his neck and he making small circles with his index on my knee. I decide that I needed to move this forward. I rubbed under his chin with my spare hand and then moved it to his chest. I could feel his heart racing. I looked him into his eyes and saw that he was ready – so I leaned in and gently kissed his lips – just a touch of the lips at first – then our mouths slightly opened and tongues played. He let out a slight moan – I took his hand that was still on my knee and moved it to my cock. At the same time I moved my hand to his crotch and kneaded what was a very nice growing cock. We sat kissing and groping each other.

I moved down his body and nibbled his cock through his pants. I could tell that he had worn these pants for a while – they did not smell badly – quite the opposite – my nose was treated to the smell of sweet young sweat. I ran my hands under his shirt and massaged his smooth chest – very nice definition. I tweaked his nipples – they hardened under my fingers. His cock throbbed in his pants. I decided that I wanted his cock in my mouth. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He wore a pair of well-worn dark turquoise silk boxers. I mouthed his cock through those boxers – but they were in the way. I took them down and was pleased to see the cock in front of me. It was rock hard and about six or seven inches long. Under the cock was a perfect pair of balls – each a well shaped globe. I cannot explain the wonderful smells of his crotch – just a mix of sweat, a little bit of piss and maybe even a small remnant from a masturbatory session that morning. I was in heaven.

I took his cock down my throat – all the way down to the base. I looked up and he was watching me eat him. I took his cock down my throat a few more times and then we headed upstairs to the loft. We each undressed and met in the middle of the bed. There our kissing and fondling of each other’s bodies continued. MD was a great kisser – he drew my tongue deeper into his mouth. I found my tongue licking the roof of his mouth, behind his teeth, and under his tongue. As I licked behind his teeth, his cock started bouncing on its own – a drop of precum escaped form the head. MD sucked on my nipples for a while and then moved to my cock. He was an incredible cock sucker. His mouth was soft – but with a very nice firmness – no teeth involved – plus, he seemed to really be enjoying himself. I pushed my cock deeper down his throat by putting a little pressure on the back of his head. He took my cock down his throat – but gagged a little. After about ten minutes of his sucking, I pulled him up and on top of me. Our cocks rubbed together and we kissed. This was one hot guy. We lay for a while – cock to cock – chest to chest – mouths locked in a kiss.

I rolled him over and went down on his cock. I licked his balls and moved my mouth to his ass. It is hard to explain the tastes and smells of his ass. It tasted slightly of pepper – but had a musky sweet smell. I ate his ass like there was no tomorrow. His body writhed under my tongue. But I wanted his cum in my belly. So I went back to his cock. I gave him the best blowjob that I could – and he seemed to love it. After a short while he breathlessly said, “I’m coming – better pull off.” I kept sucking. He started a loud series of moans and grunts. His body tensed and he shot his load. It was a large load. I stayed on his cock and milked every drop of cum that I could. I moved back up his body and nuzzled in his armpit – it was sweaty. I gave him a small kiss on his lips - closed lips – but he wanted a deeper kiss. We lay in our sweat and recovered. I had not gotten off yet – so as I beat off, MD sucked my nipples and that pushed me over the edge. I shot a large load on his hand and my stomach. I put my arm under his head and we lay in each others arms for a while. MD asked if he might come back sometime soon. I gave him an open invitation for a repeat. I hope he takes me up on it sometime soon.

A Fun Weekend

2007-01-29T20:48:00.000-05:00

I had no plans for last weekend. Most of my friends were out of town. So I settled in for a quiet couple of days. I planned to transfer and delete programs on my TIVO – shop a little and just catch up on some reading. It’s funny how quickly plans can change. Since about September 2006, I’ve been chatting with a guy from Chicago. We met online. His profile immediately caught my eye: 6’3”, 33, 210, muscular Italian, married white male, hairy, long and thick uncut cock. There was no picture – I figured that we’d chat for while and maybe watch each other on the web cam. If the reality of his body was half of the description, watching him get off would be fun. At first we just exchanged emails. Next he called and we chatted – we then moved on to really nice phone sex – his voice was rich and deep – he would often call just as I was about to leave work. I’d lock my door and we’d get each other off. I loved the way that he grunted when he came.

He never gave me much information about himself – but I didn’t care about that – I never have. He was one of the first guys that I knew in real life that I let read my blog. He said that he was interested in knowing what I liked to do – no better way to scare or interest him. We emailed, chatted or talked on the phone at least three times a week up until the New Year and then he stopped all communication. His profile was turned off – so I let it drop. I figured that he would find me if he was ever interested in resuming our conversations.

So imagine my surprise when I got a call from him this past Friday afternoon. He said that he had a weekend to kill and wondered if I wanted some company. I asked no questions - I of course said yes and made sure that he had directions to my place. He said that he would arrive at about 22:00. I stopped by the store on my way home and got some food for the weekend – steaks, beer, mixers – all the important things.

I don’t normally watch and wait for guys when they are coming over – but on this evening I found myself watching for him to arrive. At 22:00 a red Ford F-250 pulled into the lot across the street. Out stepped one of the most handsome men that I have seen in a while. He walked toward my apartment building with a swagger that immediately got me hard. This was a guy that could have any person that he wanted. He was dressed lightly for the weather. He wore a pair of jeans and a hooded sweatshirt with the word BEARS across his chest. This could be interesting – I’m a Colts fan.

The security phone rang and when I answered it I heard him say, “I’m here, open up.” I rang him in and by the time I got to my front door he was knocking. He walked in and pulled off his sweatshirt – he was not wearing anything under it. His chest was matted with thick black hair. He hugged me and said, “I’ve been looking forward to this.” I could smell the soap that he had used – I think that it was Lever 2000. He guided me into the living room and pushed me to my knees. He slid down his zipper and I was very happy with what I saw. Before me was a very large cock – must have been at least nine inches long. His cock was hard, but his foreskin still slightly covered its head. He was oozing fluid.

He gripped my head and brought the head of his cock to my lips. As he stood there, he slowly fed me his cock until my nose was in his pubic hair. The smells were incredible – the musky smells of a guy’s crotch – that’s a smell that I truly love. I have to admit that I was a little impressed with myself that his cock went so easily down my throat – I guess the old adage is true – practice does make perfect. He proceeded to give me a face fucking. He was rubbing my head and telling me what a good cocksucker I was. I’m not sure how long I sucked him – but eventually I heard the beginning of the grunts that I liked so much when we had phone sex. He grunted and eventually shot his load down my throat. I kept his cock in my mouth as he collapsed on the sofa. His pants were around his ankles and he still had his shoes on. I quickly remove both.

For the next hour he stayed sitting on the sofa and I was at his feet playing with his cock and balls. I love an uncut cock! Eventually, I had to get up and take a piss. On my way back, I grabbed a couple of beers and sat next to him. We drank the beers. He took the TV remote control and changed to a channel that he liked. I wasn’t bothered by that. His beer was finished and so was mine. He told me that he liked some of the things that I am into. He then took my head and moved it to his cock. I had his cock in my mouth when he started pissing. I drank every drop. He told me that he had always wanted to meet somebody who liked to drink piss. He asked if I liked his piss. I did. His cock got hard after his stream had stopped. I ran my hands through the hair on his chest and stomach. His skin was smooth under the hair. We watched a movie and I played with his body.

By now it was about 02:00. He told me to get ready for bed and asked where he could shower. I took him upstairs and while he showered, I locked up downstairs. He came out of the bathroom drying his body. His cock flopped about – wow, that was a beautiful cock. He climbed into the bed and asked where the lube and condoms were – he would need them later. He said that he needed some sleep – he wrapped his arms around me and spooned me – his chest against my back. I was very comfortable.

I woke up with his hard cock pressing against the crack of my ass. I could tell by his breathing that he was still asleep. I took his cock in my hand and stroked him. He started to stir. I moved his cock against my ass – I wanted to be fucked. I could hear that he was awake. All I said was, “Please fuck me.” His response was, “You’ve got it!”

He lubed us both up, put on a condom and placed the head of his cock against my ass. I could feel that this was going to be a ride that I would not soon forget. He rolled me over on my stomach and fucked me long and hard. His chest was against my back - his cock buried in my ass. His arms were holding me under my pits – holding me tight as he fucked me. His cock was touching places in my ass that made me feel incredible. He was pounding me hard and long. He flipped me over, put my legs on his shoulders and roughly entered my ass. At the same time he grabbed my cock and started pumping. His hand was rough – but the lube on it made everything feel fine. I shot my load, but he kept up the friction on my cock. His cock was buried to the hilt in my ass when he shot his load. He stayed in me for a while. His body was crushing mine – both of us sweaty and smelling of sex. His body slipped back next to mine – the condom still on him – we fell back in the spoon position and fell back to sleep. I was awakened with his cock back in my ass. I wondered if it was the same condom. This time he fucked me on my side. It took forever for him to cum. I loved being fucked by this guy.

After he shot – he guided my head down to his condom clad cock – the rubber was full of his cum – I took off the condom and cleaned his cock – making sure that the contents of the condom went down my throat. He held my head and pissed down my throat again. When he finished, we feel asleep again, this time with my face in his crotch.

We finally got out of bed at about 15:00 – it has been a longtime since I have been in bed that late. We both showered and then had dinner. We finally had a chance to talk. His wife and four kids were visiting her mother. He seldom had anytime to get away – because of the work he does. It turns out that he is a fireman – works shifts – and spends his free time coaching and being a good dad. Wow, he got sexier by the minute. It turned out that this was his second time with a guy. His last time was about ten years ago when he was in the service.

For the rest of the afternoon, we lay around, talked and watched TV. When he needed to piss, he used my mouth as his urinal. He was very affectionate – rubbing and touching my body. That evening at about 22:00, we walked down to my neighborhood bar. We played pool and drank the evening away. The beer was flowing and we were both having a very good time. It was fun to watch the women in the bar try to pickup my fireman. It was funny. He was nice to them, but his attention always came back to me – especially when he had to piss. We would go into the head; I would bend over and drink his piss while just on the other side of the door people were partying. We almost got caught once – it was very close. It was 02:00 before we knew it. We staggered back to my apartment and collapsed into bed. I decided to push it. I kissed him. After he got used to it, we lay there in bed making out until we feel asleep. He was a very good kisser – I just love kissing guys with beer on their breath.

We awoke by noon and spent the next two hours fucking and sucking. I showed him the joy of having his ass eaten – he was not sure about that – but was game because I enjoyed doing it so.

He needed to get back home. But before he left, he took me in his arms and held me tight. He whispered into my ear that this had been the best weekend that he has had in a long time – no worries – just drinking, fucking and sucking. I watched as he pulled away and wondered if I will ever see him again. I hope so.

I Can’t Believe Uncle Fester Sucked My Cock!

2007-01-25T01:33:00.000-05:00

Halloween is my favorite holiday. This year, I decided to spend Halloween night bar hopping with the geneticist and his perky girlfriend. I was dressed as Uncle Fester from the Addams Family. I bought some cheap upholstery fabric and some fake fur and quickly sewed up what was nothing more than a caftan – but masculine. Years ago, I found a light bulb in a novelty that is battery operated. I put it in my mouth – making contact with a small piece of foil – the bulb lights. It is really cool. I was made-up and ready to go by about 21:00. The geneticist was costumed in all black with a black trench coat –his face made-up like a skull – he looked pretty hot. Perky went as a street whore – but a respectable whore - she could have made good money that night.

So off we went to explore the bars on Halloween. We went to three bars downtown – all were dead - just groups of sad looking people not really enjoying life. We decided to try the local gay bar. My experience is that even on a Halloween that falls on a weeknight – something is happening at the queer bar. I was so wrong. The owner was friendly, the patrons were friendly – but few were in costume. We stayed for about an hour. While we were there – we met an interesting person. Her name was Vicki. Vicki was a cross-dresser. The poor thing was trying hard. She only dresses in women’s clothing publicly on Halloween. It is her one night to shine and shine she did. She was sweet.

We decided to make our last stop at my favorite local pub – a two block walk from my apartment. This place is cool. It’s a townie bar – so few students go there. The bartenders are good guys who make sure that trouble doesn’t occur. What I really like is that the atmosphere is charged with the possibility that a fight could break out at any moment. The guys that hang out at this bar are definitely blue collar types: guys who work in local factories, work construction or any of the other occupations that produce hard bodies from real work. They are also guys who love to drink and never turn down a drink when offered. Strangely, men outnumber women in this bar by about 4:1. It took me about a week to learn the culture of this bar: mind your own business, be cool, be friendly, be yourself.

The geneticist makes friends easily. He invited Vicki to go to the new bar with us – she said yes – she would even drive. So we piled in her work van and made our way to the new bar. It seems Vicki is a locksmith - very religious, if not somewhat preachy. There was even a quote by Jesus on her van. I’m glad we were being protected bythe scriptures.

The place was hopping when we got there. It was about midnight. We played a couple of games of pool and drank a lot of beer. At about 01:30, the geneticist, Perky and Vicki decided to leave. I was no where near ready to go. I had taken the next day off from work fully knowing that I would be hung-over. Plus, I had been bonding with a real nice guy while playing pool. Bill was from Kentucky. He was in town visiting his sick mother. Originally from here, but moved to be with his girlfriend in Louisville. He was a nice guy – about 26, 5’10”, maybe 160 lbs, red hair, a flat top haircut that was meticulously groomed, his skin was almost translucent it was so light. I liked him. Turned out that his girlfriend is African-American – he had been away from her for almost four weeks. He kept adjusting his cock – every time that he did - I shamelessly stared at his package – it looked nice.

Bill and I were inseparable for the rest of the evening. When the light went on and the last call was made, I was prepared to just walk home and get some much needed sleep. I shook his hand and he said, “I’m not ready to go back to Mom’s yet.” Without thinking I said, “I’ve got beer and liquor at my place. You’re welcome to stop by and have a drink.” He smiled and told me to lead the way. So I staggered up the hill to my apartment with my cute young redhead following.

We had a couple of drinks, watched some television, and got to know one another. He kept talking about how lonely he was and how he missed his girlfriend. He asked if I had any pornographic movies. Of course – so I put on one of my favorites. It started with a man and woman fucking in every position imaginable. They add a guy in the second scene and finally the girl leaves and the two guys fuck and suck for the rest of the movie. He liked the hetero fuck stuff – but when the second guy joined in – Bill got quiet and just watched what was going on. I was watching Bill. His cock was beginning to snake down his left pant leg. It was a respectable size – but always hard to truly tell through the pants.

By the time the two guys were going at it – Bill was fully hard. He finally spoke, “So that’s what two guys do. I’ve always wondered.” That was my cue. It turns out he had never been with a guy – had only dated black women. I asked if he wanted to try it – I’d be happy to suck his cock. He got quiet again – finished his drink and said yes.

As he sat on the leather couch, I got down on my knees unzipped his fly. He was not wearing underwear. Out sprung a beautiful cock. It was flaming pink and uncircumcised. Even as hard as it was, there was at least an inch of foreskin over the head. His cock must have been about seven inches long and average thickness - it had a softness to it that was nice. I pulled off his shirt – his chest was smooth – light red hair surrounded his cock. I lightly tweaked his nipples. They were small and pink and immediately got hard. I licked his balls and he let out a moan. I took his cock down my throat in one motion – his crotch smelled of sweat and a litlle of piss. It didn’t take long for him to shoot. After about eight thrusts he shot his load down my throat. He collapsed on the couch and began laughing. That was a strange reaction – I can’t remember the last time that one of my blowjobs got laughed at. He saw my reaction and said, “Dude that was incredible. I can’t believe that I just got my cock sucked by Uncle Fester!” I too had to laugh.

I thought that he would be leaving after that. But he asked to stay the night – he was way too drunk to drive. I cleaned off my make-up and showered. He was in the bed waiting on me. His cock was hard again. This time I was going to make sure that his orgasm didn’t come too soon. I also love to eat a straight guy’s ass. He certainly enjoyed it. I must have alternated between eating his ass and sucking his cock for a good half hour. With my face in his ass, I heard him say, “Dude I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” He did just that. His cum shout so far that it went over his head and landed on the headboard of my bed. There were at least six good squirts – this was a nice load. I licked up his cum from his body, scrapped his cum off the headboard and ate it and then collapsed next to him. The sun was beginning to rise as we drifted off to sleep.

I awakened the next morning with my cock being stroked. Bill saw that I was awake and said, “Looks like you need this.” I told him to get the lube in the nightstand and go at it. He had good technique – I shot a large load on my stomach – no headboard shots for me. He was hard again – so I sucked another of his tasty loads. We lay there for a while just chatting as I lightly stroked his body.

We showered and went downtown for an early dinner. When I dropped him at his car, we each left with a smile on our face. Bill has visited a couple of times since then. His girlfriend is pregnant – I think that I’ll be seeing a lot more of him.

I’m Back

2007-01-25T01:26:00.000-05:00

It has been a busy three or four months for me: I’ve been busting my butt on my new job; I’ve been adapting myself to a new environment – both professionally and personally; and, it seems I have been spending all of my free time exercising or having sex. Needless to say, I have not been updating this blog.

Lately I have been getting requests to continue journaling my encounters. I finally am ready to write again. I have a lot of catching up to do – so I’ll resume in October 2006. Thanks to all of you who enjoy my writing. Maybe one day we’ll meet.

Army Recruiter

2006-10-06T08:37:00.000-04:00

I ended my travels last week in Columbia, SC. I saw a friend in a play – he was wonderful – but the play sucked. The writing was just not to my liking. Afterwards my friend and I went back to his place to meet a friend of his who was visiting from Houston. I immediately liked her. She was direct, brash (in a very good way) and ballsy – everything that I like in a woman. But all of that spunk was stored up in a killer body. I knew that this was going to be a fun evening.

We started at a small local bar off Rosewood Drive – maybe a dozen tables, live music on a small patio, 15-25 people were there. I liked this place. My friend was a regular here so he introduced us to the people that he knew. There were some good ole boys in this place – guys who like their beer cold and their women a little slutty. The women in the bar didn’t disappoint them. I was standing on the patio listening to the band and talking to one of the good ole boys when this short woman – maybe in her early 60s and drunk out of her mind – came up and leaned against me – she lost her balance and I caught her before she could fall backwards. I steadied her and turned back to talk to the guy – the next thing that I knew she was falling backwards into the decorative floral border that ran around the patio. The guy to whom I was speaking said, “Momma, what are you doing?” This was his mother? He made no attempt to help her, so I did. I took her hands and pulled her up. As I did she grabbed my crotch. She kept babbling about how nice I was for helping her. I sat her in a chair and went looking for my friends. Shortly thereafter we left that bar. The memory of that hand on my crotch still gives me the willies.

My friend took us to a bar across town called the Ale House. He said that it was a place where all different types of people gathered – it could only be interesting. I loved the place – it was a karaoke bar on one end and a let’s drink and throw down bar on the other. My friend’s friend, hereafter known as the ballsy babe, was a hoot. We did shots, we made fun of the karaoke singers, and at one point she danced and was dry humped by the other dancers – both male and female – it looked like an orgy on that dance floor.

We were carrying on and talking when a cute guy who was wearing a University of Texas hat walked by. The ballsy babe commented about her being from Texas – so I stopped the guy and told him that she liked his hat. He was about 5’8” and very military. I immediately noticed his deep blue eyes and the wedding ring on his finger. Being me, I asked him what he was drinking. He headed to the toilet and I bought us all another round of beers – but this time added shots of Goldschlage, a cinnamon liqueur. The military guy came back from the toilet and had a broad grin on his face when I offered his drinks. I thought that he would go back to be with his friend – but he stayed with us. We drank and talked. He had the cutest Texas twang to his voice. He was about to graduate as an Army recruiter - served time in Iraq – had a wife (actually his second) and a new baby.

My friend and the ballsy babe were ready to move on the next bar on our tour of Columbia nightlife – I was getting ready to say goodnight to the Army recruiter when the ballsy babe asked if he wanted to go with us. She and I had been wondering if either of us would get his cock. He agreed to go – actually seemed excited to be invited along. So it was decided that I would ride with him to the next bar in – since I knew the city. He drove a souped up Dodge Ram – very butch and very Texan.

We talked about his life and goals. I was amazed at the detail he was giving me. Our next bar was Jim Casey’s on Rosewood. It is a bar that stays open all night. By now it must have been 02:00. We had more to drink. There was a tap on my shoulder and a guy said, “Weren’t ya’ll at the Ale House?” This came from a handsome man in his early 40s – blonde hair and a nice body. He invited us to sit next to him. We did and eventually got embroiled in a discussion of politics. Nothing is more fun than inebriated guys sitting around talking politics or religion. I was the most politically liberal one there – but no punches were exchanged. Also, when I drink I drop innuendo and this recruiter would have been very dense not to know that I wanted his cock. Hell, I think that I could have had the blonde guy that we were drinking with – he was definitely sending out the “I need a blowjob vibe.”

My friend and the brash babe decided that they needed to leave. The recruiter said that he would get me to my hotel. So we stayed about another hour and he said, “Let’s go.” We got in his truck and headed to my hotel. There was no conversation about him coming upstairs – but he did. He came into the room and sat in the chair next to the bed. He said that he was curious about something. I asked him about what. His response was, “Are you queer?” I said yes – but was thinking that maybe this guy was a little dense. He spread his legs and laid his hand on his crotch and said, “What does it feel like to be blown by a guy?” My response was to crawl between his legs, unzip his fly and go down on his incredibly average, but beautiful cock. He put his hands on the back of my head and pumped into my face. It did not take him long to cum. He shot a good sized load in my mouth – I swear it tasted of cinnamon – but that could have just been residual tastes from earlier in the evening.

I figured that we were through – he had gotten his rocks off and would leave now. I was wrong. He stood up and removed his clothes. He had a really cool tattoo covering his back. It was the skull of a longhorn with the confederate battle flag in the head portion of the skull. Good needle work – but I would have excluded the stars and bars. He also had a tribal pattern around his upper forearm. He said, “Let’s get to bed.” I turned off the lights, stripped and climbed in next to him. We lay there and talked. I was playing with his nipples. He had his hands behind his head. It was really a relaxed situation. I asked if that was really his first blowjob from a guy – it was. I ran my hand over his smooth chest and down his stomach through the trail of hair that led to his dick. He was hard again. I told him that I wanted him to fuck me. He said, “Never done that to a guy.” I got up and found the lube. I sat on him and placed his cock at the entrance to my ass. His breathing quickened. I sat down and took his cock all the way up my ass. He said, “Fuck!” and I did. I rode his cock like there was no tomorrow. I felt his hand grab my cock and start masturbating me. I shot a load on his stomach and then he came in my ass. I lay on him and felt cum sticking our bodies together. I rolled off and we both feel asleep.

I awoke the next morning with his cock pressing against my side. I went down and took him in my mouth. The tastes from our fuck were still strong. He awoke and rolled on to his back. I nuzzled my face under his balls. If this was going to be a first for him – I wanted him to have it all. I lifted his legs and found his ass with my mouth. I could hear an intake of breath and a low moan. I love showing a guy how good it feels to have someone eat his ass. And the Army recruiter loved it. His cock was almost bursting it was so hard. He was trying to beat himself off and I kept pushing his hands away. His hole was finally relaxed, I stuck my finger in and found his prostate. I massaged his prostate and at the same time went down on his cock all the way to the pubes. He screamed, “I’m fuckin’ cummin’!” and shot his load – I didn’t taste this one because his cock was buried so far down my throat.

We lay there for a while. I had to get on the road to get back home he had a festival to attend on post. We showered separately and on the way down in the elevator he said, ”That was the first and probably the only time that I will ever do that shit. But damn it was good.” I couldn’t agree more – but I do that “shit” every chance I get.

An Appropriate Farwell to South Carolina

2006-10-03T15:41:00.000-04:00

I spent all last Thursday cleaning my place in South Carolina and tying up loose ends like canceling electric and water service. I was staying Thursday night in a friend’s house. She was out of town for the night – so I was on my own. I was dirty and tired and just wanted to get back to my friend’s place for a shower and a drink. My cell phone rang – it was Sarge. We chatted for a while and when he discovered that I was in town he decided that we needed to get together. I gave him the address of where I was staying and he said that he would see me about 20:00. I ordered takeout Chinese food and after a long hot shower and a few bourbon and cokes I was feeling better. I napped for a couple of hours and was awakened by a pounding on the door. It was Sarge holding a bottle of Jack Daniels – but I was not expecting who he had brought with him. Standing there were Beau and Jeff. I invited them in and we each had a drink. There was a familiarity here that made me feel good.

We sat and watched the South Carolina v. Auburn game. The more we drank the looser the conversation became. At one point Sarge looked me dead in the eye and said, “So how were your private get-togethers with both of these guys.” I could feel myself blushing – I saw Jeff blush. Beau just smiled. Sarge stood and removed his clothes. His cock was hard. He motioned for me to get on my knees. I sucked him as Beau and Jeff watched. He fed me until his cock was deep in my throat. I was in heaven. I heard the sound of zippers sliding down and clothes being removed. I found myself on my knees surrounded by three handsome law enforcement personnel. I went from cock to cock, sucking, licking balls, running my hands over their hard bodies. My shaved head was being stroked and held by one of them as the other fucked my mouth. I lost all sense of time. I heard Sarge say to Beau, “Boy do I have a surprise for you. You don’t know that our cocksucker here keeps an online journal.” I almost shit, how did he know about that? “What you also don’t know is that we have two cocksuckers here.” I felt Jeff’s hand tighten on my shoulder. Beau said, “What? Who?” Sarge looked at Jeff and said, “Show him.” Jeff dropped to his knees and sucked Beau’s cock. The room got quiet as we watched him go down on Beau. Jeff was really getting into it. Sarge put his cock back in my mouth and face-fucked me hard. I could tell that he was getting great pleasure from arranging all of this. I heard Beau shoot his load in Jeff’s mouth and Sarge did the same in mine. I looked at Jeff and there was a tear in his eye. I wondered if he was going to be okay. I made more drinks and when I came back into the living room I heard Sarge telling Jeff not to worry. His secret was safe with them. I mussed Jeff’s hair as I walked by. He seemed better. Unfortunately, South Carolina lost – that sucked. But we did not see the end of the game. Sarge told me to get my laptop and he proceeded to read my blog entries out loud. I had very mixed feelings about this. Up until this point I had always thought that these were anonymous writings – my personal and blog worlds would never collide – was I wrong!

But an interesting thing happened as Sarge read. The air got sexually charged. They were hearing my thoughts and they liked hearing what I thought about them. It seemed to be the ultimate boost of ego for them. But they also liked the other sections that did not involve them. We were all hard as he read. I sucked on Jeff as Sarge was reading Deputy Jeff. He shot his load as Sarge read how I fucked Jeff. Beau looked at Jeff and said, “Man, you really take it up the ass? We’ll have to talk later.” Jeff put his head down and nodded yes and Beau just smiled and said, “Cool!” Jeff lifted his head, smiled and said, “Thanks man.” Sarge read every entry – including past encounters. When he was through he looked at me and said, “You are an active guy – is there anything that you haven’t done?” I just smiled and a thought came to my mind. I said, “I haven’t seen you and Beau fuck Jeff. That, I would like to see.” Sarge patted my head and said, “You’ve got it.” He looked at Jeff and said, “Are you up for that?” Jeff nodded yes and Beau said, “Hot damn!”

We moved to the king size bed. I got the condoms and lube. Sarge told Beau to go first. I lubed Beau’s cock and slid a condom on him – I played with Jeff’s nipples and Sarge fed Jeff his cock. Beau raised Jeff’s legs and gently inserted his cock. Once in – the gentleness was over. He reamed Jeff’s ass hard. I loved seeing this. I got behind Beau and ate his ass as he fucked. Beau grunted and shot his load – but kept on fucking for another few minutes. When he pulled out I turned him around, removed the condom and emptied its contents down my throat. I then thoroughly cleaned his cock. Beau’s body was coated with sweat. He collapsed in the bedside chair.

I thought that Sarge would be next – but he threw me a condom and told me to fuck Jeff hard. I did what I was told. I lifted Jeff’s legs to my shoulders and slid in. Sarge came up behind me and whispered in my ear, “I did this all for you, fuck him with that thick cock.” He then reached around and grabbed my nipples – tortured them – I loved it. Sarge then said, “I fuck you as hard as you fuck him.” With that said, he slammed his cock into my ass. I slammed all that I had into Jeff and the Sarge did the same to me. Beau suddenly had his cock in Jeff’s mouth. Beau leaned in and kissed me. Sarge continued the nipple play. We were four men doing what came naturally – each playing the desired role.

Jeff came first. His cock shot a hefty load. I could hear the squishing sounds that his cum made between our stomachs as I fucked him – his ass contracted around my cock, making his ass even tighter. While still kissing me, I could tell that Beau shot his load down Jeff’s throat. That put me over the edge. I filled the condom in Jeff’s ass. Sarge was still pounding my ass. A few minutes later he literally bellowed, bit my shoulder and shot his load. We all collapsed into a heap – no one seemed to move for fear of breaking the spell. The place smelled of bourbon, sweat, cum, ass and lube. I’m not sure what I was thinking – but I knew that I was happy. Eventually we untangled from one another. I licked the cum from their bodies and one by one they took showers.

Beau was the first to leave. His wife was expecting him. I told him to be gentle with Jeff and not fuck him so much that he wore his ass out. Beau smiled and laughed. I see some fun times for those two. Jeff left next. I made sure that he was cool with what happened. He was – though he did walk as if he had been “rode hard and put up wet.” That left just me and Sarge. He asked if he could hang around for a while. It seems he didn’t want to go home – that was cool. We had another drink and climbed back into bed. As I fell asleep, I could feel his chest hair against my back and his cock flopped against my ass. The next morning we were up at 06:00. I woke him with my face in his ass – he was hard and ready. I got him off and we lay there for a while. He placed his cock head in my mouth and said, “Drink it.” He filled my mouth with his piss. I drank every drop. As we lay there, I asked how he had found my blog. It turns out that he was surfing some blog indices and stumbled upon my blog. He knew it was my blog when he read the first entry. What a strange, small world we live in! Before Sarge left, he asked me if I liked to camp and fish. I do both and told him so. It turns out that the four of us (Jeff, Beau, Sarge, and I) will be taking a one or two week camping trip together this spring. He said that he would arrange it and let me know the dates. I like how that man thinks!

Another Night at the Rest Area

2006-10-03T13:07:00.000-04:00

I’ve been traveling a lot this week. I had to head back to South Carolina to close out my house and see a close friend in a play. Both went well – and along the way I encountered some tasty cock. Since heading to the Midwest, I have received several calls from Sarge, Beau and Jeff. They call – usually late at night – when they are on shift and waiting on people to break the law. I miss those guys. I tried to get in touch with the restaurateur to arrange a meeting this past week – but we played phone tag.

I drove down last Wednesday after work. I stopped at a rest area near Waynesville, NC where I had blown a couple of guys on previous trips. Tonight I ended up climbing into the cab of a truck with a beautiful young blonde man who desperately needed to blow a load. It was one of those quick blowjobs that I enjoy. He sat in his seat, removed his pants and I sucked him off to the sound of a guy crooning country love songs on the radio. When he shot his load, he was quick to dress and say goodbye. I got back in my car and slept for a while – by now it was about 04:00.

I heard the roar of another truck pulling into the rest area and it parked behind me. The guy got out – appeared to be Hispanic. He was no older than 25, tall with short, cropped hair - a thick black mustache covered his upper lip – red tee shirt, jeans and a Red Sox ball cap. He went into the restroom and after a couple of minutes I followed. He was standing at the urinal taking a piss. I took the spot next to him. He smelled of sandalwood. He finished pissing and just stood there – so I struck up a conversation. He was heading to Atlanta – delivering to a national DIY store. His name was Tony – Italian not Hispanic – a thick Boston accent. I looked over and he was playing with a hard cock. We stopped talking and he told me to get down and suck his cock – so I did.

He backed up and leaned against the tile wall. His cock was beautiful – long and uncut – darker than most cocks – almost chocolate in color. He was hairy – thick, course, black hair – my hands went under his tee shirt and had trouble finding his nipples through the thick mat of hair on his chest. But I found them – these were nipples that had been played with before – they were already hard and I alternated tweaking them with soft brushings and hard tugs. He enjoyed that. I ran my tongue under his foreskin and caught the taste of his recent piss – but besides that he was incredibly clean. I took his cock down my throat – it fit perfectly.

His pants were now around his ankles. He turned around and presented me his ass and said, “Eat my ass, cocksucker!” It was a firm, hairy ass that tasted slightly of pepper. My tongue found his hole and he let out a “Fuck yeah!” As I ate his ass, I stroked his cock – he leaked an abundance of precum – my hand was coated by it. His ass tightened, he turned back around and slammed his cock down my throat just in time to fill my throat with his cum. He kept saying, “Fuck yeah! Take my jis, cocksucker.” I took every drop. He stepped back to the urinal and let out a strong stream of piss. I stood at the urinal and beat my cock. He watched as I shot my load in the water. Just then the door creaked and a couple of guys entered. Tony and I zipped up and left the rest room. He went to his truck and I to my car. The smell of his ass stayed on my face for the remainder of the trip.