3/28/09

Nasty stormy day. Good thing that I oughta find someone a block away who's 31, in a hotel and wants a no reciprocation BJ.

I get over there, he's about 5'10", 220, solid as a rock, probably Italian. Not pretty, but such a solid hunk of man that I was instantly taken. Wearing str8 guy athletic shorts & T. He says "How should do this? On the bed? A chair?" I told him anyway he liked it, and he dropped into the nearest chair and shucked his shorts. The cock was small, and the pubes were trimmed. Not an auspicious start, but like I say, I liked the look of him. I dove on his soft small cock, and started slurping happily. He was clean, with just a hint of his native crotch smell starting to rise. Very sweet. I sucked away for a while, and he didn't seem to be getting any harder. I went for his balls, try and relax him a little, and he pulled on his cock a bit trying to get it going. I sucked him some more, and he still wasn't getting hard.

He says, "damn, the guy's just not getting hard." I guess he calls his cock the guy? Works for me. He suggests we move into the bedroom, and I say to him, "anyway you want it." I shuck my shirt on the way into the bedroom to give him some skin to rub up against. I get back on his cock, but still no success. He acknowledges it again, and suggests he'd get hard if he could fuck me. "Sure, bud. I'll go there." We go back into some more sucking, then I just go down on his balls and let him stroke. That gets him harder, and I go down on him for a while. I'd say that was a genuine 4.5 inches, and nicely thick. Just small enough there was no way he was going to gag me. And when he's hard and stroking smoothly in and out of my mouth, he gets verbal and is definitely enjoying it. I try going slow, thinking maybe he's putting to much pressure on himself. But he soon fades.

He raises the ass fucking option again, and tells me he'll get the rubber if I'll get out of my jeans. Yes indeed! He comes back and rolls it on, gets me onto all fours and starts pushing his cock at my ass. He does a respectable job of rubbing my asshole, but never really gets in - it didn't help that he was holding his cock, and so his hand was getting in the way of his already short cock going deeper. He finally gives up in frustration. I think he's going to just send me off. And I'm not going to let that happen. No one fails to get off, or at least have a really good time when I'm on the job.

So I suggest: straddle my face, and I'll work your balls, and down lower (wink, wink) while you just beat off - no pressure. He agrees and he mounts my face. I'm fellating his balls like nobody's business, and moving lower. And lower. And lower. He's good and clean, and his ass is nicely hairy. I'm loving this. And he's doing much better. I crawl out from under him, and come around behind him to hump his ass and nuzzle his neck and pinch his nipples (which he really liked). He's pounding hard and fast, his hand a blur, and it's working. He starts breathing heavily and I swing my face down to his crotch. He wants my mouth, definitely, and leaves me plenty of room to get in there. He lets me finish him after pushing himself over the edge manually. He shoots powerful shots of really tasty cum. I stay on him as long as he likes it, which is a while. When we disengage, I grab the cup by the side of the bed and drop his load.

When I tell him what I'd really like is to make him taste his own, he giggles nervously and turns away. I won't push it. We actually lay back a couple minutes while I tell him that as frustrating as he may have found this, I still had a great time. I assured him he's a hot dude. And I wasn't trying to make him feel good - I really did have a good time. Yeah, he didn't perform like a stallion. But he was upfront about it, and glad to try alternatives. That was enough. Plus, he's a hot, regular guy, and I liked that about him.

Out of curiosity, I followed up on a hunch and asked him: "do you usually get it guys?" He allowed as how no, he didn't. As I figured. In very friendly conversation as I pulled on my clothes, he did drop that he was divorced. He remained naked, and I remained attracted. He picked up the cup I had spit into, and I noted how handy that was. He said that's the way he's always done it. "You don't wipe up with your socks and get 'em all crusty?" "Nope. Sometimes I even drink it down!" "Seriously?" "Yeah." I'm dumbfounded. Clearly thinks of himself as straight, but he's long been drinking his own cum? Wow.

I came up from behind him as he dumped the cup, and felt up his ass, noting that he'd liked that earlier. He stopped rinsing the cup and enjoyed it, and even briefly gave in and rested his head back against mine. For a moment, he relaxed.

So what was his story? I think that in fact he hadn't done much of this guy thing, and had gone into this experience a lot of expectations - mostly about how he'd perform. And that got him. I think he also wouldn't let himself really enjoy my body - he wasn't ready to go that far. And that made the whole thing difficult.

I told him again that I really did enjoy it, and if he wants more, he's got it. He reacted positively, though I don't expect to hear from him, given this wasn't easy for him. But goddamn, I'd love to get him relaxed sometime.

3/22/09

Goddamn! I found the electrician guy again! And he's just as hot to trot! Oh, man, I like this a lot. It was the same routine. Hook up at the infamous park, and take it to a less infamous place for the real action. I trusted him enough now that I left my car behind at the first place as he drove us out to the quieter spot to actually get it on.

Remember in the first post below that I wasn't entirely sure about his mention of the 'wife and kids'? I'm sure now. Just as we were getting down to business in the back of his van - he's sitting on a cooler, I've got my face buried in his sweet, well-stuffed crotch - his phone rings, and he apologetically says "I've gotta answer this." I kept my face planted in his groin, chewing the tight denim, and I can overhear a woman's voice, seeking guidance on whether to fix some food or something. He's telling her in a forceful, kinda disrespectful way that that's a stupid idea. There's a definite husband/wife dynamic here. He wasn't kidding. When he gets off the phone, he explains his parents are at his house, and his wife is thinking of feeding them lunch at 3:00 pm, which is apparently the stupidest thing he's ever heard. He just wants her to have dinner ready at 6:00. This guy likes to tell me about his life, I'm finding.

He fishes out his cock and I go to town. It's just as big as I remember. And it gets just as hard as I remember. F'n heaven, this cock is. He encourages me to drop my pants and stroke, too. And this time, I'm in the mood for it. I'm lying on the floor of the van at his urging, and I've kicked off my shoes and shed y pants. He's kneeling over me while I (a little awkwardly) blo him. But it doesn't take long for him to manuever over me and start sucking me. Just an inch or two, in proper str8 guy fashion. And he doesn't say he's gonna do it - I'm going totally on feel to determine he's blo-ing me. And meanwhile his fingers are starting to work my ass. This dude likes to play with my ass. He gets one spit slicked finger about an inch in. My mouth's full of his cock, and I'm moaning like a bitch.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asks. Like I'm going to say no? I breathlessly grunt out my ascent. He pulls out and repositions himself behind me, urging me onto my knees. He's rubbing his cock on my ass, and I'm about to melt. Somehow I manage to get together the strength to request a rubber. "Yeah, I think I got one here somewhere." He moves off me, leaving me submissively on my knees, and starts rooting around under the edge of the floormat. Out of a little spot under the mat, bingo, he finds a rubber. Dude's prepared. Except he's got no lube, save my spit. He really doesn't know what he's doing here. I wet him down, and help him slip on the rubber, and wet down the outside of the rubber. I know this is hopeless - a cock as big as his (see photo a couple posts below) is definitely not gonna make it up my ass with no more than spit for lube. This isn't gonna work, not without serious additional lube. But I let him try.

He gently works pressing at my asshole for a couple minutes. I moan and groan, because I'm loving it. He clearly has no idea how difficult it is to do this. But I let him try. He's finally good enough to realize this isn't gonna happen, and pulls off the rubber and invites me to start sucking again. Which I do with great enthusiasm. I'm still lying on the floor of the van, with him kneeling to my side, giving me his cock. He's urging me to get off myself, though he's not giving me any more head. After a couple minutes, he starts beating his own cock, and I get the picture and start wanking my own in a serious way. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" Like you need to ask, buddy. I moan out a yes, as I'm getting pretty close myself. He drips some cum onto my face - dude, for all his good qualities, isn't much of a shooter. And the taste puts me over the edge. I shoot a solid load, nearly neck high (work your kegels regularly, guys - it really works). Dude's very impressed by that, and urges me on. He's full of praise for my shooting as he gets me a napkin to clean up. I'm still lying on my back, breathing hard, and putting on my best inner slut I ask him if I can taste his cock again. He's glad to oblige, so I slurp on his softening member while I wipe up.

I pull my pants on again, and he's totally friendly, wanting to talk, wanting to tell me more about himself. I hear about his kids (2 daughters, a son - one of the daughters is dating a lawyer), the 20 year old Mercedes he hardly ever drives (bought new, still has kiddie car seat marks in the leather). I think he's got a little bit of social anxiety about being the electrician who's messing around with someone with higher occupational standing. He wants me to admire him. And I do, not least because of his beautiful and awesome cock. It's OK, dude, I'm into you.

As we drive back to my car, maybe a mile away, he tells me he tried to call me recently when he was in my neighborhood. I encouraged him to give it another try sometime. I want more, dude. Someday, good and slow (and well-wrapped and even better lubed), I'm going to take that cock all the way.

3/18/09

Day off.  Cock's my goal.  What else would it be?

Started working CL.  OK, this sounds good: married male seeks 3-way.  He's got someone at his office who'll play?  Almost too good, I think.  But I'll pursue this.  Boatload of messages back and forth.  Finally, he instructs me to meet him on the 18th floor of a partly empty office building.  Interesting, weird.  But I'm motivated.  Keeps telling me he's running late, but the other guy might be there.

And indeed, there's another guy there.  Maybe 25, hispanic, reasonably attractive.  I get off the elevator, he greets me.  Semi-dark hallway.  He's just gotten another delay text from the guy I've theoretically been talking to.  But I'm getting suspicious about this supposed third guy.  And rightly so - he just isn't materializing.  But fine, the guy who's actually there is hot to trot.  Wants me to feel him up, loves it when I rub the prominent hard spot in his trousers.  He whips it out for me - uncut with some quality foreskin, average length, a little thicker than average.  Pronounced bend to the left.  He's happy to have me chew on his foreskin for a while.  

He's skittish, though.  He'll only look at my cock.  And he keeps making like guy number 3 is gonna show up.  He wasn't a brief slow-down.  Nope, I'm not taking any more of this.  I'm gonna get you off, buddy, and end this charade.  So against his protests, I push him up again the wall and start humping him.  He protests, but he's still enjoying himself a whole lot.  I push him to his knees and try to at least rub my cock on his face.  No dice.  But somehow, I maneuver him onto the floor and proceed to dry-hump him 'til, telling me to stop, that he's gotta wait, he cums from no more than the excitement of being humped.  

He's annoyed that he's nutted on himself, but  my attitude is: FU, bozo.  Glad you don't like it.  He begs to see me cum, but I'm not gonna give him the satisfaction.  Sorry.

I'm in the elevator and outta there before he can pull himself together.  Weird.  Kinda fun.  But not again, thanks.

Note I didn't cum.  

Back home, I spot an ad from a businessman I'd seen before.  Sends out a pic of himself i a suit, standing on the roof of a high-rise, with a stupendous view.  Married, works near me.  We'd exchanged messages before, but hadn't pulled it together.  This time it's gonna work.  And yup, it does.  He instructs me to come to the doorman at the fanciest women's club in town.  The kind of place a lady needs to be born into.  OK, I'm game, but this is a highly unlikely scenario.

On arrival, I'm waved right upstairs to his office.  This place is so old-school they've still got an elevator operator.  Must be the last one in the city.  The guy I'm to blo apparently runs the place.  Wacky.  Getting to his office, I pass a room full of WASPy ladies taking tea.  Very wacky!  A secretary at a little desk calls the manager for me.  Oh, he's on the phone.  Please have a seat on this little lady-like chair.  OK.  A couple minutes later, out comes the manager ni question.  As billed, 50ish, wearing a nice suit & tie.  There's the wedding ring, yup.  He greets me with a handshake, and we step into his office and he closes the door, which has a large frosted glass panel in it.  The ladies having tea are just down the hall, and the assistant is at the desk outside.  OK.

He steps over to the side of the office, and immediately unzips.  His cock is small and soft.  But I get right to work.  He stiffens up slowly, and before he's really what I'd call hard, he nuts.  He hands me a kleenex, and thanks me warmly.  "C'mon, let's make like I'm going to go show you something."  We walk out of his office and into the stairwell where he bids me good-bye, and tells me he'd be glad to do this again.  I thank him, and act more enthusiastic than I really am.

Back on the street, I'm shaking my head.  Does this guy have a strong urge to get caught or something?  Wacky, wacky, wacky.  But fun enough.

3/1/09

A Cocksearch 2009 first: a photo. Read on, I will explain.

Out in the burbs this afternoon. Watch out, local forest preserves, I'm there and I'm on a mission.

And this one was fast. I pulled in, and driving along the road spot a mid-size commercial van, though with no markings on the outside, and there's a pair of feet under it on the other side of the van. As I pull slowly by, I see a dude in tight jeans and a tight t-shirt. The look's not gay. It's '80s. A fly in amber, tastes set in 1982. Now maybe in his 40s, in nice shape, good looking. Just dated. He's getting back into the van. I note a muscular ass, strong shoulders. He's in good shape.

I pull in next to him, a couple spaces away. We immediately exchange glances that show we're paying attention, but no more. After a couple minutes, I step out (into 18 degree cold) and over to his window. He rolls it down, very friendly. "Damn, it's cold. I step out to take a piss and nearly freeze to death." He's in his later 40s, tan -- the real kind -- well groomed. Remember those tight, wide-ribbed t-shirts from the '80s? Yup. He was clearly the hottest, coolest guy in his high-school class, madly desired by female cheerleaders and in-the-closet gay boys who didn't dare even approach him. Conversation reveals he's an electrician, and he's got a killer working-class accent and demeanor. I'm so there.

His remarks about freezing his dick off surely gave me a good opening. "Well, I hope you didn't damage anything," I say, eyeing his crotch. He laughed, and I proposed he show me what he's packing. He declines, citing the public nature of the place. No problem. We banter on a couple more minutes, and I ask him if he wants a blo, and he gives me a grin and says "yeah". And follows up asking whether I like getting my cock sucked. Of course, Mr. Working Class Disco Hunk.

He doesn't like where we are. Wants to go to another, less cruisy park, one I'm not familiar with. Fine, I'll happily follow. I pull out after him, and note on the back of his van a small Italian flag. I've got your number, goomba, and I like it just fine. I miss a light along the way, and a couple minutes behind him, I pull up next to him and hop into his van.

We talk a second, both of us rubbing our jeans. He asks whether I'm "clean", as he's got a wife and kids at home. The wife and kids part is a surprise, give the tan and his well-groomed, sorta vain appearance. And no ring. I assure him, I only play safe. (Which, if cocksucking is safe, is true. But geez, if he'd read this blog. . . . ) I reach over to feel him up, but he proposes we move to another location, further back, given that it's busy here. I agree. It is busy here.

Back we go, me riding with him, and park. I seize the initiative and massage his crotch and ask him what's he packing? He unzips readily, and up there at the top of the blog was what I saw. My jaw dropped. This fucker was beautiful. Thick, flashy, fat, tasty. I eagerly go down on him. It got bigger and harder, so fat and thick that it stood straight up - impressive for a 40-something - when I came up for air, or when he spotted a car coming, which was rather often. This guy was a little nervous, given that we were in a van, parked facing inward. But I won't quibble with precaution out here.

I tell him, between slurps, that this is the finest piece of meat I've seen in a long time. He responds, modestly, that "I'm not that big." Oh, yes, you are that big. He hauled out some poppers, a totally spent little bottle, explaining that "the family" doesn't get to snoop around in his van. The bottle may be low, but it's still working. I plunge back on him as he reaches around the back of my pants and fingers my ass. I'm working harder, he's asking if I mind if he cums in my mouth, I grunt and groan, making it clear that his sperm would be quite welcome. He tells me he's close.

But another car pulls through and he tells me to get up. Then back to it, him fingering my ass more, inquiring whether I'd like to get fucked. I rise up and tell him yeah, but express concern that he's so big: "it's gonna take a lot of lube and a lot of patience, but I'd take you on," I tell him. He just smiles and presses me back down onto his cock. Then another car drives by.

A couple more cycles of this, and it's becoming clear he's not gonna cum - I think he lost it when the car went by and called me off. But before it becomes a burdensome situation, he takes matters into his own hands and strokes off quickly, letting me slurp on him as he pumped his fist. He was a dripper, not a sprayer. I got a good taste of his jizz - medium taste, thick. Nice. Kept his cock warm for a couple minutes after he came.

When I came up off him, he'd softened, but was still big. Sweet floppy piece of sucked dry meat. I slurp it in again, he tells me that feels great. I come up off him, and fight off the urge to kiss him. I don't think he goes there.

He's totally friendly after he cums. Asks if I'm gonna cum. Seems disappointed that I'm not, but understanding about how I'd been gagging on his cock and that took the lead out of my pencil, so to speak. Really friendly nice guy. There could be potential here if I want more.

He leaves his pants down as we talk. I tell him again what a great cock he has. He soaks up the praise, but insists he's not that big. I tell him, fine, maybe not that big, but still the finest piece of meat I've ever seen. (OK, maybe that went a bit far; I've seen a lot of meat, after all - but his truly ranks.) Flipping my camera phone in my hand, I jokingly tell him I'd like a picture of that beauty, and he's into it, kinda posing, moving his hand out of the frame. I tell him no, I want your hand in there for scale. He obliges immediately, and I take the pic above.

And sure enough, as we drive back to my car and I tell that if he wants more, he's got it, he asks for my phone number. Dude, absolutely you've got my phone. He writes it on the back of his electrician's union book. Sweet.

UPDATE: I ran into the electrician again! For an account, see above, 3/22/09.

2/16/09

Aquaman was another guy I'd talked to online before.  I'd answered an ad of his, and talked very briefly with him a couple times.  Once, I'd managed to get out of him that he was well disposed toward maybe a little roughness - spanking, etc.  The other time I talked to him,  I'd kept him in mind for several months, and here it was, Monday morning.  I'm phenomenally horny, and I've got the day off.  Excellent.

And there's Aquaman.  Nice.  I quickly close a deal to come out to his place in the burbs.  It's maybe 9:00 am at this point.  I tear out there and find his golf-course townhouse.   And per his instructions, I let myself into the house, go upstairs into a bedroom, and strip.  I get on my knees and await him.

He kept me waiting a few minutes.  Fine by me, I'm very stimulated at this point.  When he comes into the room, he's as advertised.  30ish, 6'3, 225.  Solid, reasonably worked-out.  Sweet.  His cock's soft, and smaller than the pics I'd seen - though it was the same cock.  Guess he's a grower.  He comes up to me, and immediately puts a leather blindfold on me.  Nice - dude's got equipment.  It consists of two pads over the eyes, and an adjustable strap.  Boom.  Darkness.  

I've never done this before, and I like it.  From there he instructs me firmly to start sucking.  I work him up into a nice errection quickly, and give him nice slow wet head.  He's very verbal, doing a great job of communicating what he wants, and how much he's enjoying it.  Excellent.  We go through several cycles of me sucking him, him telling me to lick his balls, or bend over for a spanking, then back to sucking.  He gives me a great verbal work up to his noisy orgasm, and blows a healthy load of very sharp salty cum into my mouth.  I stay on him for a while after he shoots.  When he pulls out, he hands me a towel.  Thanks, thoughtful.  

On my way out, he gives me a big bear hug, lifting my feel off the ground.  Urges me to stay in touch, which I think I'll do.

2/4/09

I'd been talking to Tater on yahoo for a couple weeks.  I saved his ad:

MWM Seeking to warm up with someone - m4m - 37 (Downtown)

MWM looking to find someone to help continue my MM education.  I have enjoyed is a couple 

of times and want some more.  

Me: 6'2", 210, 7" cut and thick.  Very clean and expect same.  Like oral and j/o, never analed but 

would be a top if we go there.

Who's ready to come over and get warm?

I emailed back with a pic, and he started rousing me on IM everytime I went online.  In conversation, I learned he liked to watch himself cum, that he wouldn't mind sucking some cock himself, but wouldn't dream of having someone cum in his mouth.  Sent me a pic of himself, little heavyset, balding, standing on a dock.  Big solid straight guy.  It all fit.  I was hooked.

I toyed with him a bit, mostly because we're in the depths of a cold winter, and I'm not always ready to take a 15 minute walk in 15 degree weather.  But one night, I got motivated to go meet him sometime in the afternoon.  I hopped on yahoo as soon as I got home, and sure enough, Tater hopped online.  And as always he was nudge, nudge, nudging me to come over.  This time I said sure.

I met him in the lobby of his building;, he told the doorman to let me in.  He was dressed in basketball shorts, t-shirt and sandals.  Just like his pic: built like a brick shithouse, every one of the promised 210 lbs. in place.  Not handsome, not fancy - but still a solid specimen of a man.  He had told me online he really wanted me to pull my dick out in the elevator.  I had consciously started myself into a turgid state on my way over, so I was ready for him.  I whipped it out promptly in the elevator, while nonchalantly asking "do they have cams in these elevators?"  

"I dunno," he replied with a grin, stroking my cock roughly.  Yeah, he's got the straight guy touch - where they take the term "beat your meat" seriously. The apartment's virtually empty - just standard issue cheap furniture supplied by the landlord.  It's got corporate apartment written all over it.

He immediately proposes we get in the shower.  Won't turn you down on that, Tater.  He's already good and hard.  Short, but very fat cock.  I successfully fight back the urge to tell him "lose 30 lbs. and gain an inch," but he's a definite candidate.  Nice cock, especially at one inch longer.  In the shower, he's all about getting his hands on my junk.  I take a short , wet slurp on his cock.  He pushes me back after a few moments.  Oh, yeah, he'd warned me: he's got a short fuse.  I told him I get off on short fuses.  (The love of my life still, at 48, is a blazingly fast cummer.  But I didn't mention that.  We're in 'curious' league here.)

He gets right down on his knees and starts blowing me.  Yeah, we're totally ready to get curious, aren't we?  And yeah, he sucks cock like a straight man, confirming my assessment.  Bobs his head up and down at maximum possible speed on the first inch or so of my cock.  This is not good head, but the warm water's nice.  Not wanting a lot more of his well-intentioned abuse, I stand him up and propose we get out of the shower.  He doesn't want to.  OK.

He moves quickly to soap up my ass, and start fingering me.  He's really fascinated with my asshole, but a bit rough.  He gets about an inch of finger in and starts rough fingering.  I'm wanking him.  To spare my ass, I pulled off him, maneuvered him around and started dry-humping his crack (well, no, soapy wet-humping), and he was eating it up.  OK, we're a big old bottom waiting to happen, aren't we?  Except for the wife and kids, of course.  

I propose getting out of the shower again.  Nope, he likes it.  OK.  He gets down and starts abusing my cock with his mouth, and my ass with his soapy index finger.  This is actually not bad . . . .  But he doesn't want me to shoot in his mouth, and I don't get off easy in BJs anyway.  I let him go a while and then told him it was my turn.  You're a quick cummer?  Good, that puts me in charge.

I got on my knees, and gave him my slowest and best.  He popped off in under a minute.  Big, sharp, tangy load.  If this stuff were cheese, it'd be a good ripe brie.  Nice.  I'd threatened in our IMs to make him taste his own.  But he pulled back when I went in to do it.  OK, that's fine, boy.  If we do this again, I'm gonna make you take it.  And make you admit later you wanted to.  

Since we're still in the shower, it's easy to spit out the load.  And that was it.  Out of the shower, dry off.  We talked about ourselves as I got dressed.  I was right, corporate apartment.  And yeah, wife & kids in the Southwest.  He spends Thursday through Sunday nights at home.  And is practicing to be a bottom the rest of the week.

He's fun.  I think I'll see if he wants to go another round sometime.

1/22/09 . . . that night

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1/22/09 . . . later that day

Had to run to the gym by the time I made it home.  Did a little upper body weight stuff.  Gotta keep the physical plant in shape in this business.  Not at my usual club, and the steamroom's a pretty happenin' spot.  

Repaired to the sauna with a 6'1'" 185ish dude who's got a gorgeous bod, but a not so hot face.  Licked his nipples, jacked his cock, nuzzled his neck.  Very sensual guy, responded like a cat.  He popped after a few minutes.  Nothing special, kind of a dripper, and no especially great quantity.  A forgettable load, but a tasty bod.

Time's getting short, place is about to close.  Stepped into the steamroom and scored almost immediately with a guy who'd been in there just a few minutes before, while I was next door in the sauna with Mr. Not-So-Special-Load.  Time being short, I sat down next to him, down the bench - even though I had plenty of options not so close.  I was promptly rewarded with some under the towel fidgeting, and he hauled it out in no time flat.  Sweet 30ish, athletic bod, olive-skinned South American - I think I picked up somewhere a hint he's Argentine.

His cock's a solidly average 6, but uncut with a velvety smooth foreskin and a pronounced bend to the left.  Springy-hard.  Sweet.  Neatly trimmed, but not shaved pubes.  He didn't want the blo I offered, but said he wanted to jerk.  He reached for me, and I for him.  He stood and pushed it toward me, which was almost too much to bear without going down on him.  As I jerked him, and he breathed harder, I sank to my knees.  When he came, thanks to his own efforts, he shot his load on my chest.  Thank you, thank you.  Enjoyed that.

Place was closing and I got out of there promptly, still without having cum.  

1/22/09

Out in the burbs.  Hit the forest park, the part that's open in winter.  Not there long before I scored.  Big black Jeep Commander.  Guy did a total double take as he went past me, so I followed.  Pulled in and parked, and I hopped right out to talk to him.  Maybe 55, married.  Not bad looking, but not something I'd want to take to bed, either.  But he was easy.  A simple request to see "what are you packing" got me a show.  Not big, but already hard.  Not shaved, thank you sir.   No pussy-footing around here - I got straight to the point and asked him if he needed a blo.  And he did.

But he didn't like the location.  Some other guy had pulled in about a hundred feet away.  He wanted to move.  That worried me that this was gonna go nowhere.  Still, I followed as he pulled out, and, well, we did go somewhere.  Just a more innocuous spot on the roadway parking area.  I hopped out again, and had to do a little selling this time.  He was a little reluctant.  Said he was concerned that he would make a real mess because he hadn't cum in several days, and he'd been playing with it for a while.  Like you consider this a problem, dude?  No, I didn't say that.  No, I told him the best way to avoid a mess was to have my lips wrapped firmly around you cock when you cum.  Promise no mess.  That got me an OK.  I made for the passenger side right away, and he clicked the locks open.  I hopped in, and went straight down on him.  Dude came extremely quick.  Like not even 15 seconds.  And he wasn't exaggerating: the load was huge, and my assessment wasn't thrown off by having a mouth full of saliva from vigorous cocksucking, either.  Not time to build up a mouthful.

I spat it out and asked him what was his secret?  Special diet or something?  he got a big kick out of that.  I have him a sincere thank you, and I was outta there, as he was too.

Ooops, I forgot to cum.  Actually, he wasn't interested in that.  Didn't lay a hand on me.  But still, I didn't cum.

So it was off to my fave suburban dirty bookstore.  Wasn't much going on there.  I watched a couple movies, but there was nothing worthwhile around until in walks a probably 22 year old kid.  To my surprise, he immediately took up with me.  Smaller guy, maybe 5'7", and skinny.  Sweet medium size cock.  Nice bush, but a tight, smooth body.  But the key thing was he was a sensuous little guy.  Loved when I nuzzled his neck.  Sounded like he was gonna cum when I opened his shirt and went for his nipples.  We fooled around a good 15 minutes, but I didn't want to cum.  Not quite yet.  And as fun as he was, he wasn't my type.  I don't think he was ready to shoot it yet, either.  So we parted ways in a highly amicable manner.  

Not two minutes later, in walked a guy I've seen before in the park.  He's a very straight looking, clean-cut guys, with stickers for his prestigious Catholic college on his spendy import sedan, and a big college ring.  Clearly a professional guy, and by his looks, the only thing missing is a sorority girl wife.  Indeed, it's kinda sad he hasn't got one, because he doesn't seem complete.  I've run into him maybe 4 or 5 times over the last 5 years, once before at this bookstore.  I always chat him up (at least at the park), because he's cute and clearly conflicted.  He may have shown me his cock once, briefly.

But this time was totally different.  He connected with me immediately, and followed me straight into a booth.  He whipped it out immediately.  Small, hard, and hairy.  He didn't want a blo.  He just wanted me to beat him off.  OK, no problem there!  Some good wanking later, he accepted my proposal to lick his nuts.  I went to town.  Nothing better than fresh, hairy nuts when you can't have actual dick.  He took over the wanking, he was enjoying the nut job so much.  After a few minutes of fairly vigorous work - dude's too used to his right hand, maybe? - he pushed my face off his nuts.  He wanted to cum on me.  Sweet.  He shot some distance, got a good squirt on my neck, more on my upper lip.  Zipped up and went without further ado.  

I was glad to have had a taste of him.  Someday, maybe, he'll drop his defenses and beg me to fuck him.  I hope.

It was getting late, and if I wanted to get to the gym, I needed to get home.

1/10/09

Extremely horny.

So I got on Craigslist.  Found: British Visitor.  Sounds good.  He wants me to suck him off, with a rubber.  Sure, why not?  Looks like a nice cock from the dark and fuzzy picture.  Of course, when I got over to his hotel, I found out why the picture looked dark.  He is of Indian extraction.  No matter, he's a nice looking guy.  Maybe 5'10, 185 lbs and 30 y.o.a.  Glasses, nice wavy dark hair.  Wearing his B-School sweatshirt and jeans.  Jeans with a pronounced lump in them.  Very pronounced.  

I reached for it, as he said: "there may be another guy coming."  No matter, I wanted to a taste of the sausage I had in my hand.  I started struggling with his zipper.  "You want me naked, man?" I asked.  "Yeah."  He actually sounded enthusiastic about it, though he didn't touch my cock.  And I was hard, and I'm big - fairly irresistible, in my experience.

He pressed for the rubber.  Darn.  Hoped he'd get carried away.  We got him wrapped up, and I started to work on his fat cock.  A serious (non-Internet inches) 7, and fat.  Fat from root to tip, and uncut.  Stood up with an outward curve.  Stood straight up.  Impressive.  Pronounced bend to my right.  This piece of meat is heaven.

"Knock, knock."  Damn, the other guy's there.  He's 30ish, blond, tanned, Polish.  Cute, but kinda distant.  Can't decide if he considers himself gay, but I'm thinking not.  He stips down and sucks the Indian guy a little.  Then the Indian guy wants me back, leaving the Polish guy to wank.  Which he does.  To a very quick completion.  I just stayed on the Indian guy.  The Polish guy cheers us to a solid finish.  A solid finish solidly contained in Trojan's best.  Damn, what a waste.

Meanwhile, I haven't gotten off.

When I get home, Craigslist has paid off again.  Hotel again, stone's throw from here.  I establish contact, and at about 11:00, I head over.  Big burly Irish guy.  6'3" and 240.  But in solid working man shape (i.e., not a manicured gym bod).  He calls himself Str8 in his ad, and wants a BJ.  Excellent.  In his darkened hotel room, I get down to work.  Tiny cock, but it fits my throat to a T.  I enjoy that just fine compared with a huge cock.

We work around to him sucking me as well.  Oooops, not so Str8 after all?  Gotcha!  He's a too-vigorous, swallow only the first inch cocksucker.  And he wants to 69 after a while.  He winds up on top, me working him hard, and he's beating my meat mercilessly, but artlessly.  He cums, big sharp tasting load.  He stays in my mouth while I finish.  I'm beating off with a cock, and a boatload of cum in my mouth.  This is great.

I cum hard, and spray a healthy load all over my chest.  Dude's impressed by my shooting.  He must not be a distance shooter himself.

There's no small talk, and I'm beat.  School night.

Somewhat later on . . .

Ah, the cam thing.  Had one guy from Craigslist who chickened out.  The bum.  I even had started drumming up an audience, had 25 odd guys wanting to watch when he bagged out.  The bum, I say again.

Now I've got another guy who, catch this, claims he's got a female fuck-buddy who might want to participate.  A female fuck-buddy who isn't his wife.  Wow.

Current status: he's interested, but reluctant for one reason.  He parks in my building.  He's thinking it might be potentially awkward.  Maybe.  And equally for me.  I dunno.  The ball's presently in my court. 

Think I'm gonna hit it back.

1/6/2009

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1/4/2009

Damn, I'm coming down with a cold.  Libido shut-down.

1/2/2009 - later that day . . .

OK, so the taste of the Italo-'merican dad in the park was nice.  But I didn't get off (probably disappointing my goomba).  So, naturally, I hit the gym in the afternoon. 

Rather than working out, I hit the sauna first.  And scored almost immediately.  In the sauna, there was a guy I hadn't seen in a couple years.  50-something, in fine shape, but nothing special.  But a nice big dick.  Married.  (Are you guys figuring out I like that kinda thing?)  Was talking to another guy about playing the church organ when I went into the sauna.  He knew I what I wanted right away.  After a couple awkward turns through the steam room and the showers, he and I were alone in the steam, and without hesitation he showed hard (OK, not hard-wood rigid, but still solid).  Then, of course, someone walked in.

And after a couple more turns around, he and I wound up in the handicap shower stall.  He only wanted to JO, but I wasn't taking no for an answer.  He he wasn't giving out any no's either.  So with him standing on the bench in the shower, I sucked him off vigorously.  Fat dick, big plum head, and a real 6.5 incher (8 in internet inches.).  The only notable thing about the blo was that when I, holding his cock and balls from underneath, was able to slide his whole package back and forth and in and out of my mouth.  Big advantage to a not completely rigid member.  He came quickly, and shot a watery, weak tasting load.  Good enough for now.

I went and worked out and returned.

Funny thing.  I walk into the steam, and there's the same guy who was there (keeping me from sucking off that other guy in the steamroom) sitting on the lower bench by the door.  Still there.  Dude hadn't shown a bit of interest before.  Slightly scruffy, 30ish, not a gym body, but not sloppy either.  I'll do him, no problem.

I walk in, sit down, doffing my towel and letting my cock rise a little.  Just a little.  And it works very quickly.  He rises, and moves away from the door and starts reaching into his towel, clearly playing with himself.  So without much delay I walk over and stand in front of him.  He lubes his fingers from a stash of lotion he's got behind him, and starts jacking me vigorously.  I keep pushing toward his mouth - I'm standing, he's sitting at chair height - but he doesn't take the bait.  I'm alternately jacking his thoroughly medium sized dick, and stroking his amazingly leathery scrotum.  He's got a good touch, and with the lube and the steam keeping things slick, I don't last long.  He seems shocked and pleased by the quantity and distance I achieve when I shoot all over his chest and neck.  Dude, I haven't cum in a week.  What do you expect?

I leave promptly, feeling well drained. 

1/2/2009

Out running errands in the near suburbs.  Other Half (OH) is home, doing other shit and has an appointment.  Window of opportunity: approximately 1 hour.  MO: car cruising.  First sex of the year?

Yup.  Pulled into the loop park on a clear, cold day.  Few cars around.  Speak briefly with an older Eastern European guy, say 55-60, who wanted to flash me his nice uncut cock.  But then he said he wanted to get fucked.  Good luck, pal.

Then, ka-bam!  White late model Ford Explorer pulls in.  He dutifully parks next to the guy in the big tough-looking black SUV who really is only reading his paper.  I pull in down the row a ways.  He quickly figures out the other guy (who is apparently unphased by every car coming into the place checking him out) isn't interested, and looks my way.  Within 5 seconds, a nod, which I promptly return.

Then he starts backing out, and I think, ooops!  But no, he goes straight to a place on my other side, well down the row. and pulls in.  I whip around to his other side, pull in, and get straight out of the car.  I reach tentatively for the door handle and he waves me in.

He's a tall guy, medium build.  Clearly of Italian extraction, actually smells faintly of garlic, which I couldn't hold against him.  Cute in a really ordinary way.  Maybe 40 at the outside.  Somebody's dad, right down to the wedding ring.  He's vigorously stroking his hard cock through his jeans.  I reach, he hands it over to me, pressing into my hand.  I reach down his shaft as far as I can go, and it feels very long to me.  

A perfunctory exchange reveals he's (1) not into getting a blow job but (2) he'd like a handjob.  "Whip it out" I replied.  He quickly opened his trouser fly and whipped out a beauty.  Not as big as I'd thought, but nice.  No evidence of shaving, but a little trimming of his abundant dark pubic hair.  I really wanted to sink my face into it.  Looked sweet.  Noted a good sized dark mole on the back side of his cock - kind of a cool touch, eh?

When I turned to service him with my right hand, he quickly reached for my hard cock and vigorously, but with little finesse, began wanking me.  He lasted all of 20 seconds - shortly after I started in on him with firm steady strokes, he put his head back and with heavy breath said "that feels so good" and promptly began to cum.  He didn't grab his cock away from me, and let me ride him through.  Not a big shooter, all his jizz stayed within a couple inches of his cock.

I don't think I've ever given a blow job that went that fast.  Hot.  Stick with this blog and you'll learn that while I don't cum quickly, I find have a thing for guys who do.  

Without skipping a beat, he reached for napkins in the door bin.  I was so hungry, and he was so hot that I did something unusual for me: I turned quickly and stealthily licked some of his cum off my thumb.  Bland tasting, little aftertaste, very thick and white.  Sweet.

Hopped out of the car and the whole thing was over, I'm not kidding, in one minute.

I hung around  few minutes more, but nothing presented itself, and then a security car came though.  I'm outta there, back to doing errands having had a little bit of cock.

Happy New Year!  Cheers!