Rawspicable Me 1

I have trouble writing about this escapade.  Typically I would just look at the messages on my phone to get structure to form a story’s body, do some verbatim cut and paste, and then start recounting.  It’s a format I often use.  But not on this one.  This one I have to recount entirely from memory - and there’s a reason for it.

His profile said he was of some mixed blatino origin.  Meet Rob, 30 yo, 5’10, 150 lbs. The public pics he posted were of his face (cute enough) and body (twinky fit).  There was no cock pic, which his profile said just large and cut, and that he was “all top baby.”  He also lives more than 20 miles away, cannot host nor travel, has no car and to make matters more complicated, has no phone number (that he could publicly share).

So how does one build a hook up around those obstacles?  

Problems are simply challenges if you wanna surmount them, and there are ways if you can find the tenacity and patience.  Some sexual encounters are a walk in the park, while others require the clandestine skills of an international operative.  But does hooking up need to be this complicated?  Hmmm no.  It should universally be about having fun. 

Rob kept saying hi to me whenever he saw me online.  Clearly interested but in a financial & personal impasse to do anything about his sexual attraction, it was up to me to make the next move.

“Really, you’d do that for me?” his message on A4A was of genuine surprise.

“You’d really book us a motel near my place, so we can hook up and have sex all night?”

“Sure, why not?” I said feeling magnanimous.  I rationalized that if I went out clubbing and then not scoring that Friday, I’d hit the baths anyway so I’d pay for roughly the same amount overall.  

But I laid down some ground rules.  You’ve gotta, if you’re parting with your hard earned coins.  First, this whole he doesn’t have a cell phone number excuse won’t work.  He was now text messaging me via wi-fi on his iPod.  But once he got out of his house and was out of wi-fi range, there would be zero way of contact.  Next, he apparently lived with his elder sister but didn’t want me to pick him up there, so he couldn’t give me a concrete address to go to.  

So I made it simple for him - time & place.  

I asked him to pick a public place, store or food joint he could walk to from his place, text me the address so I can GPS coordinate it, and then meet him there at exactly 9 pm on a Friday. He agreed, complied and even told me what he would be wearing that night.

So I took a deep breath and prepared for the Friday meet.  I fasted, ate dinner early and then cleaned myself thoroughly before showering and grooming myself.  

“Oh, don’t forget to bring lube and condoms,” he messaged just after I texted him that I was on my way out for the plus 20 mile drive east.

“You’re large, and I only have normal ones,” I lamely messaged back, deflated that I went through all that for what could turn out to be protected sex.

“Oh ok, bring them anyway and we’ll see,” he replied.  Oh well.

We met up at the designated spot and said hi to each other.  He pointed out the motel where I was to go and check in.  Then I’d come back and give him the room number, whereupon he would follow and knock.

“Remember, get a smoking room,” he asked.  

“How do I know you’re really going to follow?” I asked him.  “I don’t want to spend all that money only to be stood up.”

“Here's my my iPod,” he offered as collateral.  Bless him.  He looked so innocent offering his most treasured player. But I'm a bit street smart too, and I wasn't falling for any con job, so I took it, knowing it would be worth more than the cost of the room.  Then I went ahead and registered into the quite respectable looking motel.  Then drove back to where he was patiently waiting. The poor kid stood out like a sore thumb at the parking lot with his knapsack at time of the night.

“No offence Rob, since you have your smoking stuff, I don’t really wanna be stopped by any one.  So I can’t really offer you a ride on my car.”  He nodded he understood and he was cool with it.  So I gave him the room number and drove back to the motel parking lot.  I took out my gear from the back seat and noticed that there was a car across with parents and kids unloading their family stuff.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  Suddenly, like a silent menacing shark, something unexpected appeared out of nowhere.  

A squad car driving ever so slowly as it entered the motel parking lot.  

I glanced at it curiously but shrugged it off as it encircled the parked cars, probably checking license plates.  This is new, I thought.  But I had nothing to hide, so I went to my second floor room, turned on the aircon, the TV, got myself comfortable and waited for Rob.  It took him 20 minutes to walk the two blocks.

“There are cops outside,” he said as he entered.

“I know, I saw them.  Should that be an issue?” I enquired.  “Nah,” he replied and I took it at that.  

We made out as we undressed.  It was clear he was an ass man because he turned me around as I dropped my pants, and then started sniffing my crack while making small appreciative noises.  He touched his facial cheek to my butt cheek and just held it there for a while as I continued to undress.  Then like a golden retriever, he sniffed my hole and tongued me.  I gasped in delight as I opened my legs to give him access and he cupped my buttocks and gave me a playful but hard smack.  

“Yeah, gimme that booty, yo!” he said as he adjusted his baseball cap backwards.  He tongued his way in until he found my pucker, while he managed to fondle my balls and stiffening cock.  Wowsie to service, as I enjoyed the gobbling sensation.  I glanced at the mirror and saw that I froze halfway from taking my shirt off.

Then we moved to the bed where he started smoking his stuff as I gave him head.  He had a beautiful brown cut cock, 8 inches long and with a mean shiny mushroom head, average thickness and golf sized balls.  In short, a perfect fuck stick to enjoy all night that ain’t gonna hurt - much.  Slowly giving him delicious head as he continued smoking, I managed to interrupt his shit as time froze for us and he just opened his mouth, his other hand holding the unflicked lighter mid-air.  

After a while, our mutual hunger growing deeper, we both knew it was time to fuck.  I stood up, went back to my duffel bag and got the lube, poppers and condoms (see how this goes).  Putting them on the side dresser, we continued to kiss, and he pushed me down to his crotch again as he continued to tongue fuck me, each slurp getting hungrier and hungrier.  Pushing my head down, he then mounted me from behind, and we were fucking in no time.  I was so buzzed from the poppers that I almost forgot to check on my social experiment.  I glanced sideways and the condom packets were still there, unopened.  

He had slid inside me raw.  

Now for payback and to get vengeance for that poor tropical rubber tree that got slowly bled for its white sap.  

“It’s still there unopened,” I directly pointed to the Durex packets that he forced me to BYO.  He was busy burrowing in slow motion into my crack hole.  He ignored me and didn’t answer.

Bastard!  

What about just retribution for those hundreds of underpaid plantation farmers that slave for polyurethane multinationals, just so some hip hop dude in the West could tick yes on his safer sex A4A profile?

“We’re not using protection,” I continued to falsely lament.  His cock was so hard that wrapped or not, I wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference.  But now that my ass was properly dilated, all I could feel is the fleshy friction of his leaking spooge stick inside me adding to my natural internal lubrication.

“Do you need me to wear protection?” he broke the silence when he saw my head was still tilted, instead of being buried back into the pillows in submission.

“You asked me to bring protection, as requested” I said.  Heck, I drove those packets 20 miles here to this very location, so I had to account for their carbon footprints.  I may have no regard for my own safety, but I do care about the environment.  

“Well, you’re not getting anything bad from me,” he defiantly announced.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not scared of unprotected sex.”  Heck I’m a barebacker, grinned my smarty pants brain.  “As long as we know what we are both doing and we’re both cool with it,” I said as I curled my derriere slowly backwards unto his 45 degree erection.

“I’m coo, bruh!” he bragged as he slammed his bone inside my pelvis.  “But you ain’t coo.  You wet,” he slammed again inside, then withdrew, realising the verbal joust.

“You (stab).  

Ain’t (stab). 

COO (stab).”

“You (stab).  Warm (stab).  Inside (stab).  BRAA (grinding stab)!” he slammed all the way inside again.  The bully now becomes the bullied.

My ass flowered as it pulsed back, gripping his naked cock.  He hissed as his glans felt the raw engulf.  

“Do that again,” he instructed as he bent down and took my brown popper bottle.  Like a fish out of water, gasping for air, I clenched open and closed my ass walls on his cock as he inhaled the popper fumes and climbed higher.

“Fucking yeah, you milking bitch,” he slapped my buttocks.  “Don’t milk me, remember I ain’t wearing no protection,” he reminded me.  

Oh we’re back to safer sex again, are we?  I mentally grinned downward into the pillows, as I arched my spine outwards and slammed my thighs towards his groin until his I heard his very loud “Aaaaaaaaaargh.”

Then he pulled almost all the way out, his fat mushroom head halted by the tight grip of my ass lips, unable to exit.  So he just flared it there and we both wallowed in bareback pleasure.  I could hear him snorting the bottle (again?), so he must be really having fun now.  And I wasn’t complaining either because just as I had predicted, his cock was hurting me in a beautiful good way reminding me at least, that no matter how delicious ass sex can appear to be, nature really didn’t primarily design the anal passage for lovemaking.

We fucked like that for a long time, both lost in our own mental thoughts of pleasure.  When it would feel too sweet, we would disengage and then then hungrily fornicate again in raw abandon (pun intended).

“Hey your phone’s buzzing,” he tapped my shoulder.  I was snapped out of my reverie.  I wasn’t expecting any call but realized I forgot to turn it off and my Grindr was going off like crazy.  I was new meat in a new 5 mile radius.  We disengaged and he charged his iPod as I checked my messages.  Lots trying to hook up late at night.  He was back smoking again.

“Do you want a threesome?” he asked, glancing at me sideways as he adjusted his baseball cap back on.

“Only if you want to,” I offered.

“Sure,” he shrugged.  “But it’s gotta be someone we both want.”  I couldn’t agree more.  The next half hour was spent chilling and choosing which one was going to join us.  There was no shortage of willing candidates.  All hung, all insanely horny for group sex, all swarming and charged.

We finally mutually agreed on a 32 yo Latin vers guy, 5’8, 160 lbs and 7 uncut from Grindr.  He was less than a mile away and he agreed to get ready and head over.  We exchanged digits, texted each other and I gave out the motel room number.  

As a back up, we also responded to a few more guys and another 36 yo shaved head Latino cutie top wanted to join in and share his 7 uncut dick and stick it in some random Asian ass.  I gave my cell phone and so began the endless text messaging which can be quite tedious as you may know.

Rob by this time got back to his smokes and then proceed to eat my ass.  The pleasure was getting too much and I could feel once more his sexual hunger, so I put my phone away and then continued giving him my attention by starting a nice 69.

Suddenly a very loud, very female, very alarming scream could be heard coming from somewhere outside.  Then silence.

I glanced at the clock.  

It was 11:00 pm.

(To be continued)

Downtown Boi

It was a restless afternoon and I logged on online.

He was black 24 yo, 5’7, 130 lbs, 29w with a slim twinkish build and short dark hair.  He listed himself as vers/top with a 7.5” cut dick.  I was entranced with the pic but I don’t normally go for someone that young, especially if they live “downtown.”

For those who are puzzled by that particular and may I say just personal filter of mine, when a dude lives downtown it almost (but not necessarily always) means having zero to at the very best, an at your own risk street parking, with the amount of homeless people patrolling the streets and the various vicious activities that happen at night.

But the picture of his very erect cock on his profile was mesmerizing and just before I could erase my track, he must have spotted me checking him out, because he initiated the obligatory opening “Hey, sup?”

Honesty is always the best policy, so I swallowed my pride and admitted “Staring at your beautiful cock pics,” back in reply.

“Why don’t you come check it out in the flesh, in person?” he invited.

I didn't have to be invited twice.  I almost always can resist an offer like that no matter how nice, again due to my prejudice against the ‘downtown’ label.  I must have been debating with the idea internally for quite some time because he didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

“Here’s my number 555-555-5555 in case you change your mind.  I’m logging off now and will be home later tonight and can host,” was the final online reply before he did sign off.

Fast track to a few text messages being exchanged back and forth and we agreed to meet at 9 pm later that night.  I made sure to arrive earlier than usual because of the parking situation and sure enough the downtown precint was a hive of activity from late night diners, the club party scene crowd and homeless people pushing carts.

The cheapest parking station that I managed to find was more than two blocks away and was $10 for the night with the attendant pointing out to me that I have to be out by 6 am.  As I was already twenty minutes late, I quickly texted Downtown Boi that I was running late and just parking now and replied back and say he would put my name on the door list, so he didn’t have to come down and pick me up.  I was trying to digest all these pieces of information as the elevator door opened and it reeked of urine, so I opted to take the stairs down instead.  Not bothering to read the signs, I deduced that the last door was street level, so to my surprise (and fear) I discovered that I foolishly exited via the dark back alley instead of the well lit street front 7-11.  A hive of on going dubious activity made me feel like I was in a set of a Gangster Squad movie. Only the extras weren’t just extras - they were real. Hooded men were huddled smoking and talking - thankfully some laughing.  There were the homeless sleeping in their makeshift blankets, young dealing punks in small groups, openly suspiciously glancing my way. I told myself mentally that these dudes won’t harm me because I’m obviously ethnic myself.  Sadly my Old Navy cargo shorts and preppy jacket told me - whom are you fooling?

I managed to get out of the back alley into the main street and found the building.  There were three black 300 lbs burly men by the entrance and they looked at me like I was from Mars.  I said I was expected by Downtown Boi and one of them said “He’s the one for the 8th floor.”  I was asked for a photo ID and I flashed my driver’s license, but they gruffly told me “You get it back on the way out,” as they continued smoking their cigarettes on the street waving me inside the sadly decaying art deco foyer of the building.  

Feeling like a sacrificial lost lamb, it took me another 5 minutes to orient myself to the right wing and apartment, as I witnessed all sorts of domestic activities.  I knocked on his door and was greeted by Downtown Boi wearing his underpants.  He looked like his picture as he invited me to sit down.  But where?  The entire apartment was tiny with a mattress on the floor by the half opened window.  And it was stifling hot even by evening standards.  

I quickly stripped out of my clothes to be able to be comfortable and we touched each other, not saying any words.  His bulge went from zero to his advertised 7.5” cut in 3 seconds as I fondled the cotton pouch.   He reclined on the bed opening his twinkish thighs proudly displaying his insane bulge.

I quickly dipped my right hand on the Vaseline as I fished out his dick with the other, then just hovering my lips on his cock head, I gently but firmly coated his shaft with the sticky jelly.  His veins stood out and the friction of the jelly on his shaft caused his cock to throb.  I continued to gently suck his cock head without going past the head as I polished his beautiful cock to piano black.

My other un-Vaselined hand was now on his scrotum, gently scratching the groove of his balls with my dull fingernails, slowly edging and teasing down to his frenulum.

“Open your legs,” I half muttered.  He scissored his skinny legs open.

I shook my head.  “Open them like you really wanna be blown,” I teased.  He got the idea as he arched his legs up before widely opening his whole groin area to my mouth, lips and hands, throwing his head back as I slowly teased his cock.  I went past the cock head and the heat of my mouth must have hit a pleasure nerve because for the first time he groaned and rolled his eyes.

Ever so slowly I edged my lips down to the base of his shaft until I was in contact with his balls, that I continued to slowly fondle and scratch.  More groans and pulsing of the now thickening cock.

Lorde’s “Royals” was playing on his Android phone’s speakers that he put on for ambient music.  And I couldn’t agree more as I surveyed the young cock before my eyes.  “I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh.”  Well I have Lorde.  Downtown Boi’s cock was more than rock hard, it was diamond hard I could almost hear his flesh turn into calcified bone as I swallowed him back down my throat in a slow downward slurp.  His cock pulsed insanely in pleasure and when he realised I wasn’t going to get up for air any time soon, his hand held my head down in place as he let go of a loud swear.  “Dayuuuuum!”  I kept still as he enjoyed the warm throat saliva and also to stop myself from gagging, as I truly felt like I just swallowed an inverted arched shoe horn.

He finally let go of my head and I slowly gasped up for air.  It was then I realized it was boiling hot in his room.  I was sweating buckets as I grabbed my underwear and wiped my forehead.

“Don’t you have an electric fan you can turn on?” I asked as I took a swig of water.  He shook his head and then suddenly broke into a smile, exposing the whitest teeth I have ever seen.

“So that’s what I forgot to do!” he exclaimed.

“What?” I asked.

“I forgot to go to Target after work and buy a fan,” he smiled back at no one in particular.

He looked so cute with his legs opened, his black cock shiny with saliva and lube - so hot, that I couldn’t be mad at the heat situation.  I simply wiped my sweaty brow again and he motioned me to lie down.

“Are you stoned?” I asked as he parted my legs opened.

He grinned his goofy smile and nodded a yes, and then he bent down and greedily ate my hole wet.  I squirmed in pleasure as he tongued me open.  Then with the barest amount of spit, he mounted me and slowly pushed his cock head in my hole.

We both gasped as the initial contact was made.  He seemed to know what he was doing because he let me get used to the head first as I expelled a deep breath, he sank his whole shaft in as we both groaned in pleasure.  Once I got used to him inside me, he then arched his body away from mine, pulled my ankles opened, anchoring himself in his knees at the comfortable angle, and proceed to stab my ass with his big raw cock for the next fifteen minutes until my ass muscles resisted him no more, just wanting and welcoming the delicious assault.  It was too nice that I couldn’t help jacking myself until I felt the warm spurt of my own cum on my groin.

“Turn around, it’s my turn,” he instructed me.

I did so, taking a big gulp on air as I wiped my brow again, as I felt him mount me from behind.  Then oblivious to the heat and my discomfort which probably meant nothing to him, he jackknifed me in the jockey position, grinding his groin to my buttocks, his erect cock pulsing all the way inside my prostate it almost made me want to pee.  I clamped my ass on his shaft, alternating between resisting and welcoming his thrust as his groans went deeper and deeper until he reached the point of no return and blasted his seed inside my body.  He bit my shoulder as he came and with each pulse came a deeper canine bite.  I could feel his heart beat through my shoulder blades as I imagined how deliciously crazy his cock must feel right now pulsing and leaking inside my fleshy ass.

He gently fell on top of me and I took him gently off sideways as we disengaged and in a few minutes, I could hear him snoring away.  It was now even more hot, our bodies and sweat intermingling, so I moved away to cool off and search for my water bottle to swig on.

Catching my breath I surveyed his room.  He didn’t have much, with all his worldly belongings on a make shift dresser of books atop what appeared to be a hamper of clean clothes.  His phone, his watch, his wallet, his iPod were in full display.  Feeling a little bit cooled down by now, I leaned across and slowly kissed his lips, and he responded, first gently too, then hungrily back.

“You really shouldn’t go to sleep with a stranger in your apartment,” I chided him gently.

“Why not?” he asked innocently back.

“Because!  What if I were a bad person and stole from you?  Your smart phone’s charging right there, and your wallet is in full view.” I explained to him.

“There’s not much money there anyway,” he shrugged.

“Still, you gotta be more careful, I mean really,”  I had to gently slap his face as I could see him nodding off again.

“Are you still stoned?” I asked.  

He nodded and added “And still horny,” he half grinned.  “Can you stay the night, please?”  He put his skinny arms around me and pulled me closer to his 29 inch waist body.

I cursed silently and asked why, why why?!  Why are the best and eagerest of fuckers the ones with the most inconvenient of places?  His place was like a sauna by now and I desperately needed a real gulp of fresh air.  Also, I was now more aware of all the sirens outside.  I fished my phone out of my shorts and looked at the time.  1 am!

“I’d love to, but I really have to go,” I replied.  Also I remembered that the parking station was only valid till 6 am.  If I slept over and we had a second round, I’d surely be towed out.

“Please stay,” he sleepily looked at me as I got dressed and put on my shoes and gathered my belongings.  “Please?”

“I can’t dude.  I’ll call you, just …. go back to sleep,” I said.  When you have a sleepy kid like that, they sort of follow your authority.

The three burly door men were just down to two now.  They looked blankly at me when I hovered over them.  

“Ummmm, my driver’s license?” I finally broke the silence.  He opened a book where he inserted my license, handed it back to me and then continued to ignore me as I walked out into the brisk night air taking gulps of fresh (or at least relatively fresh) carbon monoxide flavored air.  The sirens were now deafening as I found my car, still relatively in one piece, unbroken into.

As I drove out of downtown and onto the freeway ramp, I debated whether I should see Downtown Boi again or not in the future.  He was an excellent fuck but the district was like a war zone.  My question was answered a few weeks later, when he ignored all my texts for an encore.  I never heard back from him again.

The Acronym of a Weekend

It was a Thursday night and I went online to check messages using my tablet and was answering a few emails when a GWM 44, 6’1, 200 lbs green eyed top dropped a line and we exchanged a few mutual compliments and unlocked photos.

GreeneyedTop:  Wanna fuck?

Me:  sure...w/e fuckee here

As I wasn’t feeling particularly frisky, I just left it there.  Then I parked chatting to him and did other things around the house, answered a few other cruisy emails and after ten minutes or so, got this message from him:

GreeneyedTop:  What’s the address and how soon should I be there?

Apparently, he thought it was a green light.  So as not to mislead him any further and reset expectations, I sent a more detailed reply.

Me:  ok I was running out of messages, that’s why I didn’t elaborate on what w/e means, hoping you’d be smart enough to figure it out

Me:  w/e = weekend.  The period that starts on Friday night and usually winds down around Sunday evening.

Me:  hope the explanation is sufficient?

Then a scathing remark back

GreeneyedTop: So wouldn’t it been [sic] easier to [say] yeah, I’m available during the weekend and that way there would have been no need to be an insulting asshole?

Me:  Did u feel insulted?  Didn’t mean to...

Me:  My original reply was to the point that you were suggesting.  I said “sure, w/e fuckee here” to be read as “yeah, weekend bottom here.”

And then I closed with a second expression of regret at my construed actions.

Me:  My apologies if your feelings were hurt.  Peace out

He read my reply, but didn’t block me.  Good karma still prevails?!

The Tenacious Top

For years this man tired to hook up with me whenever I would be visiting and would change my profile location to his city.  Each time I’m in his town, he would always manage to find my profile and hit me up.

By years I mean, almost over 5 years.  I mean, who does that?  Who chases anyone for half a decade?  Apparently Howard does.  I don’t know of anyone who would circle anyone for that long, even after repeated, albeit diplomatically and kindly cloaked, No’s and I can’ts.

The sheer tenacity of him is enough to put a sigh to an online cruiser.  Generally, I do not block people because I dislike them or find them annoying.  Not even offensive people do I block.  I have big shoulders, and for me, I take no as a no.

He must have put me in his favorites’ list because the minute I registered close to his locality, there goes the unrelenting annual cruise.

Howard:  Hi, how’s it going?  Looking?

Me:  Hi, just killing time. Going to CumUnion later, you?

Howard:  Just looking for trouble close to home

Me:  What sort of trouble?

Howard:  No particular agenda, like lots of body contact, kissing, fucking, party, ws, sort of depends on who I’m with

Me:  Nice

Howard:  Want to come over?

Me: Told you I was going to CumUnion

Howard:  Change plans!!

Me:  I can come over after, if it’s boring?

Howard:  Sure, if I’m still around.

With that he left me alone and I was free to get ready for the CumUnion party that night.  The choice was a no brainer for me, since I specifically came to town for the party itself. I’m not getting anyone side track me away from attending it.  The party event itself that Saturday night was a mini-success for me (that's another story).  For those of you who have been to one, you know its a maze of naked tangling bodies, all kinds of sexual debauchery that would make Caligula blush, and its also a chance to see porn actors live in the flesh instead of just your TV screen.  For those of you who have not been to one or have yet to attend one, what are you waiting for?  Just go.

I barely staggered back to base after the party and slept all of Sunday and the rest of Monday morning, catching up on much needed R&R.  I was grabbing an early dinner bite when I opened my account, there he was again, patiently waiting!

Howard:  So r u looking to play now?

Me:  Sure, looking to get hard dicked, what about you, looking to ... ?

Howard:  Looking to fuck!  Where r u?  Host or travel?

Me:  Sent you a text

Howard:  Got it and sent a reply.  Did u get it?

So I was finally giving in to him.  To be honest, I didn’t want to but I did so more to find out who he is and why  am I constantly in his radar?  Well I could guess, since his present profile stats are - White, 60 (yes you read that right), 5’11, 169 lbs, slim, salt/pepper hair, brown eyes and a whole swag of “Ask Me's" including his cock size, which was clearly big according to his picture.

My deliberation was not because I was ageist or being picky.  His picture of his nice big cock was his main online selling point.  The rest of him that I saw, had very little to be desired.  Even his face pic looked like an Ellis Island mug shot, so clearly I was relying on pure luck here when I knocked on his door, finally.

Thankfully his online mugshot must have been taken out of a low megapixel camera, because up close and personal he looked quite like a gent, respectable even.  With unsmiling bushy hooded eyes, he ushered me in his lair.  He was in no mood to be cordial after a five year wait.  We silently climbed the stairs to the second floor of his house to his play area.

With very little talk and the awkward, almost glacial, welcome he gave me, no doubt due to the above prolongated chase, he came close to me and I could smell that he either just had a shower or groomed himself.  Faint smell of smoke, mixed with was that hair product or shampoo I couldn’t quite make it out.  We kissed again awkwardly and it wasn’t a passionate one.  So I fondled his bulging crotch and with as little eye contact as possible, I slid down as he undid his jeans and let his beautiful long and thick cut 8 incher out.  He was hard and perhaps to atone for all that years of hard chasing he had to endure, I lovingly licked the cock head with my tongue and lips before angling it slowly down my throat, inch by slow inch.  And then I realized, for someone his age, he had a truly magnificent (erect) cock.  I'd even dare call it handsome.

I hit his pubic bone and his cock twitched as I stayed down there for a long time - atonement. I massaged my wet tongue and my warm throat against his bare shaft, making him welcome inside my mouth, despite his icy demeanor.  He sighed as he realized I would keep it deep down and won't be bobbing up and down anytime soon.  He placed his hand on my skull, keeping me there close to his groin. His cock throbbed and filled with more blood, his nerve receptors trying to soak in the warm wetness of my saliva, getting themselves wet and used to feeling of what was to come.

With lust slowly melting his coldness, he ground his groin onto my mouth as he kept his cock deep down my throat.  A small guttural groan escaped from him, encouraging me to continue deep throating his big beautiful monster.  He kept getting harder and harder, cutting my air passage.  Whether he slipped a blue pill or not, I have no idea, but his cock never deflated.  I carefully edged him out of my mouth to gulp some air, making sure none of my teeth would scrape the still throbbing surface of his shaft.

He had a rubber mat on the floor prepared and he lied down and motioned for me to squat on his face so he could eat my ass as I continue to suck his hard on.  Totally ignoring my hard cock still encased in my underwear which he partially pulled down exposing my butt, he hungrily tongue fucked and ate my exposed hole.  Later on, I would discover that he “used to be straight” in his youth.  Bottoms can sense this somehow, because previously straight men who become latently gay, eat ass like they would eat pussy - lengthwise.  He buried his face in my butt check and would noisily smell and sniff my hole before he would noisily dive back in with his mouth and tongue.  In the absence of a labia, he would still lick it from my perineum to my hole.  His cock would twitch in my mouth every time he would do it.  Clearly the rimming he was giving me was just making him even harder and hornier.

“Get your shorts off and sit on me,” he growled, taking his face out of my butt.  I obeyed him never losing eye contact with his hard cock.

With nothing but his saliva on my butt and mine on his cock, I edged down slowly and let his cock head connect with my entrance.  With hands gripping my hips, he pulled me down onto him, my ass flesh parting as his raw cock head finally penetrating my inside hole.  He was steel hard so he navigated the lowering with just more groans as our flesh finally united into one.  I was seeing stars with the initial pain, but I dare not cry out, and just continued lowering my hips unto his until I felt the brush of his pubic hair.  Breathing for the first time caused my ass to pulse his cock, and he felt the squeeze and his head rocked upward as his previously hooded eyes were now laden with pure lust as he groaned.  Gently I pulled myself upwards.

“I said sit on me,” he growled.

Again I obeyed.  I saw him reach for some poppers and he offered it to me, which I gladly took.  It hit me like a blast.  The receptors in my ass dilated and all I could feel was his hard penis lodged inside my crack.  I glanced down and saw how hard he was.  His urethra was clearly outlined against his white shaft, which as I was now given permission to bob up and down, I could see the angry purple head.  

Anchoring both my hands on the rubber mat, I slowly jack knife punched just his flared cut mushroom cock head with my ass lips, gently wetting it with my ass juice and scooping up whatever pre-cum he must be dripping out.  His hands left my hips and covered his face as his groans got growlier.

“Do not stop,” he continued to command.

Eventually I had to.  The squats were more than I could normally make and it was constricting my thighs.  He then pulled himself totally out of me and kinda pushed me away from him, only this time, he order me on all fours, still on the rubber mat, facing his couch.  

I rested my torso on the couch as he anchored himself wheelbarrow like behind me.  As I reached for the brown bottle, he slapped my butt cheeks.

“No, I want you to feel me enter you, don’t dull the pain,” he said.

Why was I so blindly compliant?  Again, I obeyed preparing myself for the penetration, which when it came, considering that his cock was still steel hard, was excruciatingly painful but delicious.  There was very little lubricant so my brain could almost feel the friction of skin as he sliced himself inside me. The feel of another man penetrating your bowels like that, just dominates your mind as your hole succumbs to the assault.  And what a fleshy assault it was.  He thrust in and out of me slowly, almost lovingly as he would get me to relax before he would slam it in, making both of us gasp.

My brain willed my mind to forget about the pain so that my lower body would not be tense.  I grabbed the brown bottle and took three big whiffs and then totally relaxing my groin, was lost in the distant hazy feeling of being fucked by a middle aged man with an erection of a teenager.

True to his profile he was a long lasting top.  But eventually something had to give.  It was too sweet, too raw, too wet, too fleshy and too warm for both of us.  He didn’t even jab me anymore.  He was just slowly stroking himself in and out of me and I heard the gasp that indicated that he was just about to lose his self control.  I knew he had been edging for a while, because every time we hit the poppers, he would let go of some pre-cum and he would feel slicker inside me as he would pause for a while.  

I encouraged him by pushing back my now flared ass, making him feel how wet he made me.  Feeling the warm invite, he had no other choice but to finally let go of his nut juice. His hard cock flexed and flared inside me, repeatedly - indicating he was ejaculating internally.  This time he just silently tensed and breathed inward as I knew he quietly expelled his live Italian American gene cells inside my warm, wet prostate.  We were locked in that position for a long time, until I felt him deflate and got out.

The awkwardness returned with lust having left the room.  I asked to be excused to go to the bathroom to wash, get decent and in no time at all was saying goodbye.  He did try to salvage it though, by making the goodbye a bit more cordial, even giving me a semi tour of his place, which I politely admired, before I finally left in the middle of the night.

Two days later and now safely back home, I still had difficulty moving my lower regions.  Even the simple mundane act of using toilet paper was agony for me.  So I sent him a text.

Me:  You gave me a rosebud that’s healing now, lol

Howard:  Sorry about that

Me:  It’s ok

Howard:  you around tonight?

Me:  Sorry I’ve gone now

Howard:  When are you back in town?

Me:  Dunno yet

I now have a new found respect for our senior citizens.

The Night of Pisces

Army Guy:  Hey man. It's Army Guy

Me:  Hi sorry I left my phone at home. How are you?

Army Guy:  Morning. I'm fine. How are you?

Me:  You're an early riser lol. You interested in meeting up?

Army Guy:  Yes I am. Early to bed. Early to rise... Sure.... to meat up?

Me:  Where ru located and can u host?

Army Guy:  Only host..:). I'm at ***bleeeep***  What time you ready? I'm at lunch now.

Army Guy:  Free after 1 pm

Me:  I'm not free today

Army Guy:  Okay

Army Guy:  Let me know when you're free

Me:  Sure, I'm free tonight after 9 pm but not sure if that suits u since u said yr early to bed

Army Guy:  If I have a reason to stay up later I can do so. ;) 

Me:  Done! If u wanna ...

Army Guy:  Sure. You will be here at 9 pm?

Me:  Address?

Army Guy:  ***Gives address***

Me:  Ok see u at 9 pm

Army Guy:  Looking forward to it.

Later that day, he texts again.

Army Guy:  Hey, just back. About to jump in shower. Are we still on for 9?

Me:  Yes I'm getting ready too

Army Guy:  Ok see you at 9

Army Guy:  ***Gives address (again)***

Army Guy:  Door code is ####.  Down the short stairs then right to ###.  Please 

Army Guy:  remove your shoes upon entering the unit.

He was an African American Daddy in his early 50s, very tall at around 6'4, bald/shaved head, quite fit and he enticed me with thumbnail pictures of what appeared to be a very nice dick, around 8 cut and decently thick.  I didn't know he was ex-army when we initially corresponded, but it all made sense when I met him.  I was thirty minutes early to our agreed hour, so I went to a nearby corner shop and killed time pretending to browse the aisles, eventually ending up getting some gum to keep my breath fresh.

"You're three minutes late," he said in a quite authoritative voice after he opened his front door (in a bath robe) and as he watched me remove my sneakers.  It was 9:03 pm.  With his paw, he grasped my skull and turned me around for inspection.

"You look like your picture.  Let's see if you're the same without your clothes.  Bedroom's over there, go strip and wait for me," he pointed down the hallway.  I did as I was told.  Somehow he had an air of masculine authority that was both attractive and scary.

"Do you smoke?" he asked.  I shook my head.

"Well I do.  Mind if I do?"  I shrugged my shoulders as I continued undressing and folding my clothes neatly in the chair.

I heard a whirring noise behind my back and glancing at him, I saw him besides what looked like a blender.  He put a white plastic bag on top of it and it quickly filled with smoke.  Oh, that kinda of smokes!  LOL.

"Your turn," he handed me the plastic bag after two big gulps.  Clearly when I shook my head earlier, he either didn't understand sign language or asking me was just a formality for him.  Something about the man told me that it was best to do as I was told.  He took another big suck on the bag and handed it to me with an order.

"I've already started earlier, so finish it off and get down between my legs," he said as he opened his bath robe, revealing a half hard cock that glistened in the dark.  Buzzed by now and almost dizzy, I let my senses flow and just sucked on his cock until it was a wet hard handsome mandingo in my hands.

He turned me around at the edge of the bed and expertly ate my ass for a short while (or was it a long while?), and then with a big loud spit, he scooped his saliva with his glistening cock head and mounted me slowly.  My body was powerless to resist and it opened up to the deliciously painful penetration.  In the distance, I heard a loud smack and with a half a second delay, realized he slapped my butt cheeks, ordering my body to involuntarily accept all of his naked cock inside me.

My hole felt like a garage with a big long and sleek dark limousine parked inside it, only it was now reversing, or was it on drive again?  Whatever it was doing, my whole body loved the revving.  I glanced around and realized I left my popper bottle in my jeans on the chair and that if Army Guy kept his parking assault, I would sore up.  His saliva was drying up and I could almost hear the friction of skin against skin fucking as he poked inside.

"I need my poppers," I tried to speak.  He slowly got out of my ass and I could feel my ass lips screaming for me not to let him go.  I stood up as much as I could and oriented myself as I watched him go back to the blender sounding machine.  Not again, I thought to myself?  Don't get me wrong, I don't wanna sound like a hypocrite, but I gotta drive back home in one piece!  The whirring sound permeated the already foggy bedroom as I finally located my poppers and settled back in the bed.  He propped himself back in the pillows and put his arm around me and we kissed a bit as we sucked on the plastic bag.  He expertly put a pillow underneath me and lifted my legs to his shoulders and repositioned his big black cock in between my legs. 

"Hit it up," he nodded and allowed me to take a popper whiff.  He toked on the plastic bag as he rubbed his cock on my balls, he was making a point of showing me his beautiful hard cock that was visibly uncovered -- before he stuck it in.  Yeah, it was beyond pretence now and out in the open.  He spat another big gob of saliva onto his shaft head and slowly sank back inside my fleshy hole, but instead of thrusting in and out, he just stood motionless there.

"Hit it up," he again commanded as he emptied his plastic bag.  We did our own thing and then it was on.  Fierce, natural male to male intercourse without barriers or inhibition.  He lunged in and out of my body and I could feel every thrust now.  Everything was amplified.  Oddly I felt so wet, so open to his girth.  Time seemed to pass by in slow motion.  The room swirled and the rational part of my brain could barely remember where I was.  I opened my eyes and in the blur, saw a big black man jackknifing his hips towards my opened ass, but for a very long quizzical moment, my mind froze and couldn't remember his name nor where I was currently at.

Then as if snapped out of my reverie, I felt it.  I felt something in my bowels suggesting that I was not clean anymore.  Nothing snaps a bottom out of the zone more than realizing that he might be dirty.  I looked oddly at Army Guy.

Army Guy!

Finally remembered his name, I was once again sober and my senses were on high alert again.  I definitely felt something squishy in my hole.

"Uh I think we need to stop," I hesitantly broke the silence.

"I can feel that something’s wrong, I don't think I am…" I stuttered, racking my brains how to tell a top the truth.

"Relax, you’re not dirty, if that’s what you mean.  I’ve peed inside you," he sneered malevolently at me, continuing what he was doing.

"It's just my piss overflow you're feeling.  You're still okay to go," he blurted without breaking his thrust.

My brain tried to process what he just told me.  In my haze I didn't realize that Army Guy filled me up with his piss earlier and now there was no mistaking it.  I could hear the squish, squishing sound as he fucked my unbelievably wet hole.  Knowing that I wasn't about to give a public accident after all and that it was just water sports, my body relaxed once more and I gripped his hard cock tightly with my ass lips.  But I was now so wet and there was no telling how long we were actually fucking due to our mutual haze.

"Your hole is so warm and opened now, I don't think I can last any longer," he groaned in a deep masculine voice as his body lurched, his hairy torso shuddered, as his ejaculation spilled out in waves. 

"So warm.............so warm............so warm............so warm," he kept repeating as his orgasm ebbed as his penis twitched, expanded and finally deflated inside me.

We didn't shower after that but he did change the bed linen to dry ones, encaged me with his big arms and I ended up spending the night.  We fucked twice more at dawn, and it was in the morning that he told me he was a divorced father of two and used to be in the military - hence his be on time, do as you are told attitude.  He was very much the gentleman offering me breakfast, which I politely declined as I sheepishly got ready to leave.

Army Guy:  Hot. Best time I've had in a while. 
Army Guy:  Text me you made it back ok 

Me:  Going to bed now. Thanks got home safely.

The next day he kept texting.

Army Guy:  Still reliving last night

Me:  Were we THAT good? "

Army Guy:  Not if you don't think so...HA!...yeah you damn right it was THAT good...I want you back the same week??...yeah good. 

Me:  And you were that good I wanted to cum back the same week

Army Guy:  Touché.   For now 

Me:  I think I should warn u 24 hrs in advance. I'm having difficulty doing toilet duties today. You definitely rearranged my insides last night three times. My whole body is trying to heal itself. 

Army Guy:  Wow. Sorry babe.. I understand if we need to postpone ...

Me:  7 pm Thu is still in my diary. I'll inform u 2 hrs beforehand when I shower and clean. 

Army Guy:  Ok

The things you gotta do for our veterans!

Afternoon Delights

For all you wonderful & loyal readers out there who despite my continued absence, have still checked in and continued to read the blog, a big thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Here is the continuation of my last post.

I gathered my belongings from my locker and checked into the recently freed up room.  After making sure I locked up all my valuables, I adjusted the TV channel and volume to suit my mood, watching it for a few minutes just to get me in the right frame of mind already.  The afternoon crowd was at its height and the spa was definitely packed with all sorts of horny patrons.

But he didn't look like a patron.

Getting out of my room and adjusting the strap of my room key to my ankle, I was aware that I was being stared at by one of the staff who was lounging by the alarmed fire exit.  He must be in his late 20s, around 5'8 with an average to good body, hard to tell because he was clothed.  Generic dark T-shirt, shorts and sneakers in a crowd where underwear and towel were the norm.  He had dark curly hair with a kind of a look that  reminded me of Italian ragazzos  (young street urchin boys).  He also looked vaguely familiar.

One thing not vague about Leonardo (let's call him Leonardo for want of a name) was that clearly he wanted to have sex.  He fished out his master key from his shorts and opened the room (there was an empty room amidst all the queue, or maybe he knew it was empty waiting to be cleaned up) to which he was nearest, and left the door open.  I was curious (rather than aroused), so I walked towards to end of the hallway near the fire exit and casually peeked into "his room."

Leo was stroking his bulge, flicking the remote and he wasted no time in beckoning me to come in with his hands.  He was rough.  Or maybe he was rushed, I dunno.  All I knew was that he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down so I could suck his exposed erect 7" uncut tamale.  Hungrily chomping on his steel rod cock, swallowing it down to the base, he groaned and kept my head down, trying to choke me.  Luckily, his cock was just the right size and I can deep throat so I didn't gag.  When he didn't hear me retch, he started roughly fucking my mouth, uttering some words that I couldn't hear through the TV porn.  What I did hear was the loud audible spit, followed by my towel being lifted and my hole being fingered.

As if he were getting too much pleasure from the blow job, he pushed me away with an almost exasperated whimper, making my body thud, spine down on the unmade bed.  In rapid fire swift movements almost invisible to naked lust laden queer eye, he pushed his tennis shorts down to his ankles, raised my legs to his shoulders and primed his penis with my hole slick with his spit.

Again in keeping with the silent movie theme, I simply cocked an eyebrow as a query (or was that a pause as I snatched a popper hit) and he responded by curling  his upper lip in a cynical smirk as he lunged his naked cock into my naked hole with a big wordless sigh.

Still wearing his shirt, he fucked me as if his life depended on it, rabbit fire with only his hips moving.  In my haze, our eyes locked and I suddenly remembered where I've met him before.  Same venue, same half clothed state, same fucking technique, only it was last year.  I recognized the stable hand fucking the club house guest scenario I played in my overly imaginative mind last year and the same scene flashed in.  And if memory servers me right, he would….

Yep…finish in a few seconds and ejaculate with a loud almost angry moan inside my hole.  Just as what he was doing right that very minute I opened my eye and snapped myself out of my reverie.

He knew he came way too fast for his bottom and since he didn't lose his erection, he continued to fuck me, churning his own sperm into white foam that was now coated his coarse dark pubic hair.  I knew he was aiming for round two, but we were both interrupted by a sudden rap on the door and a bark in Spanish telling us to get ready and get out.  Guess that means the cleaner is on the floor.  Abruptly again he simply tossed me aside as I were bad evidence and wiped his spermy pubes on the bedsheets and stood up.

Did that really happen, I asked as I found myself back in the shower stall, rinsing off.  Are staff allowed to have sex with patrons?  Oh who the heck cares, you got fucked, my brain answered my ass.

Towelling myself in a dark nook of the the spa, I saw a room with an open door and inside was this huge black mid-20s kid, wearing an oversized baseball shirt.  And when I say huge, think of that 2009 movie "The Blind Side."   He was wearing the baseball shirt, probably to hide his 300 lbs plus torso, but he was completely naked from the waist down, stroking what appeared to be an average sized cock.

"Sup," he nodded in a friendly manner to me, not breaking his stroke.

"Hey," I approached his opened doorway, still half towelling my naked torso.  "Need some help?" I asked, stating the not so obvious.

"I'm coo," he replied.  Hmmm, what does cool without the L mean in urban slang again?  Was that a yes or a no?  "Come in and close the door," he invited.  Ah bingo!

He released his cock so I could stroke him.  He did have an average 7" cut cock, but there was nothing average about the girth.  It was beyond beer can thick … it was toilet paper roll thick!  He was smiling at me, as if reading my mind.  How am I ever gonna fit that in my ….?

"Suck me," he asked.  I obliged and used my mouth as a human caliper.  They say, if it can fit in your mouth, it will fit in your ass.  You just have to adjust the degree of difficulty ratio up by more than a bit.  

I managed to suck just the giant head in and half of the shaft.  I glanced at the mirror as I sucked him and my swollen cheeks looked like I had just swallowed a puffer fish - that has already puffed.  After a while my jaw started to ache, so time to offer him another option.

"Wanna fuck me?" I asked.

"If you want," he shrugged.  "Can you take me?  I'm kinda thick," he warned.

"Only one way to find out," I grinned in response and greased my ass as I presented it to him on all fours.  There was no way this dude can do missionary.  I wasn't worried about my ass, I was protecting my spine!

Big huge gigantic whiffs of the dulling poppers, I could feel him lining up to my hole.  His head popped painfully in but I just bit my lip and said nothing.  And then as he sank slowly in, I literally started to see stars due to combination of the pain and the vapors.  Once he knew I wasn't gonna pass out or ask him to pull out due to the pain, he started pulling out and then sliding back in.  It was like being screwed by a tunnel boring machine.  So painful yet so mind-bogglingly pleasurable.  I knew from the sticky heat of our flesh he wasn't wrapped, and I discreetly checked in the guise of adding more lube.  I mentally grinned when I felt he wasn't covered.  Naughty, naughty blind sider!

But as I was sniggering internally, his gentle fucks became more forceful, deeper and hungrier.  A sudden thud of my head into the wooden wall reminded me that I was being pummelled by a man almost three times my body weight and so I braced myself with my arms.  That only caused him to thrust deeper into my now stable buttocks, that I could almost hear my hole pop as his cock head corked it open.  There was no denying it anymore, I was being hard fucked and involuntarily I groaned aloud at each painfully beautiful fleshy fuck.  That only caused him to fuck faster and a glance in the mirror told me all that was happening.  His eyes were closed, jaw opened and his head titled upward - he was in a top zone fuck, he didn't care that he was potentially brutally hurting me.  His raw dick was sinking into my wet red hole in a delicious unprotected fleshy fuck and just as much as he was causing me pain, my ass was just gloving his throbbing, fat penis.

I screamed into the bedsheets to release the tension inside me and ignored my brown bottle now.  With both my palms wide open flat onto the wall, my arms were acting as shock absorbers.  Each scream would cause my butt hole to open up and receive him even more deeper than possible.  I could literally hear him slap into my pubic bone with each forward fuck.

Finally, I heard a deep animal roar as his body shivered and I knew that an internal volcano spewed  between our groins and my body was receiving his live liquid cells.  Incredibly his cock flared even thicker inside me with each ejaculation, and the tensing of his shooting shaft would be paired with his screaming groans that I am sure could be heard into the hallways.

I channelled all of my pain back unto him, as he withdrew his wet cock from my hole.  Each inch pulled out eliciting an even baby like whimper from him, until he was totally out and I heard him loudly plop back into the bed in an exhausted state.  We grinned at each other and nodded a wordless thanks, as I towelled up and got out of his room.  Unfortunately, I misjudged my prolonged posture as I snapped erect, blood and oxygen suddenly filled my upper head and I felt as if I was going to faint.  I stood still just right outside his door and there saw a guy standing right outside, obviously listening to what was going behind the closed door.  My screams and Blind Side guy's groans must have fed his imagination quite a story, as I spied a tent on his towel.

"Wow he took you?  That guy is huge bro, are you okay?" he asked kindly as I tried to regain my balance.  He massaged my back as if to console me, and my legs felt like marshmallows and as I very slowly walked back to my room.  My head was still buzzing and I collapsed into the bed, curled up and slept.