Thursday, March 12, 2015
So it's been a few weeks since I posted, and some very nice readers have asked if I am OK. I am OK, if very busy. But I am feeling like the lifetime of this blog has come to and end, perhaps only for now, perhaps for good. I have shot huge wads on cum in three dudes since I last posted, and splattered UltraMeat's dick with another. After three years of essentially fucking for an audience, it frankly feels a little strange getting off privately again, without telling however many thousands of readers about it. And weirdly, a little sad. You're not going to hear in detail about the guy who sucked my dick, then with a belly full of my cum told me a meandering story about getting beaten up by his first sex partner and later waking up from coma caused by a car crash to find out his brother was dead, all while massaging my calves and telling me how fantastic they are. You're not going to hear about the perfect round meaty globes I ate and fucked belonging to an incredibly muscular dude who subsequently spent fifteen minutes lying between my legs beating his own huge dick furiously trying to make himself cum in vain while I flicked his nipples and marveled at his incredibly physique. You're not going to hear about the cute tall otter I bagged, an artist and sensitive soul, who was so incredibly into how I fucked him that I almost tear up thinking about it, and want intensely to fuck him again and again, despite my inherently promiscuous nature. I think you would like to hear about these things, and I would like to tell them, very much so after even hinting at them here. But I find I don't have the time to devote to crafting these summaries lately; for months everything I've posted has been a hasty first draft I wrote and never even re-read for intelligibility. Just the desire to get the experience down on paper (or electrons, or whatever I am harnessing here) and then move on to the next experience, all while trying to love my partner and my family and do my crazy job and enjoy the new spring weather that inexplicably started happening after a brutal winter. I've enjoyed talking to the readers who have asked me questions or made comments on the things I post here, and welcome more. In the past I've told anyone who wants to talk to me to post a comment with their email address; I will not publish it but contact you privately. And I'll still do that. But for now, I will continue some radio silence, and explore a bit more the unexpected complexity of having gotten used to making every ejaculatory experience I've had (and even one masturbatory one!) public for so long, and then going back to being a sexual civilian. See ya around.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Today was crappy-- I went out to dinner last night with my sister but knew I had to deal with a malfunctioning computer before the night was over, so when we were done I set up at her house and began doing what I thought was going to be something routine, but which ended up taking hours-- I was up very late, then awakened before five with more issues. I was supposed to spend today taking my mom to the zoo, but instead spent it sleeping late and feeling extremely depressed, as lack of sleep and being put out often do to me. My mom ended up not wanting to go out today, so I left on my own to get lunch in a cute part of town, and try to cheer up. A skinny black kid way north of town who has been after me ever since I got here, wanting me to fuck my load into his tight little body, texted me just after I finished eating; since I gave him my number he's texted me every freakin day begging for milk. I told him I was not really up for fucking because of the night I had, but that he could service my meat if he wanted. He is weirdly polite for an insistent fucktoy-- usually they are rather crass and cranky-- and he asked me if I would mind him hopping on top of my dick and fucking himself with it. I told him "Hey, the dick is yours; if you can get me hard and slick enough, knock yourself out. But I can't promise you a wild, athletic fuck today." He said that was cool, and said he'd jump in the shower. I drove over there and twenty minutes later I left him with a tail full of goo, but it really wasn't me doing my better work.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Back in my southern home town this week visiting my mom and family, and dealing with the weird cagey guys down here I always do. But on Sunday I started getting messages from a guy in Atlanta who was coming up here for a conference and was unusually enamored of my dick pic. He listed himself as a top, and all of his own pictures on his Manhunt profile were of his OWN dick. Which, I must say, was beautiful to me. Like, wow, I gotta suck on that beautiful. The way it hung down out of his fly in that one picture, the shape of the head-- tapered and missile-like, not like my own fat fleshy head-- the thick cumtube running up the bottom, very prominent along its ideal, truly beautiful length. I suppose he was just about an inch longer than me, but what a fucking inch. That's all it takes to make a dick truly mesmerizing sometimes. And yet here he was whimpering about MY meat and saying he had to taste it had to taste it had to suck it. I suggested we suck the hell out of each other and he was up for it, but you never know with these guys. He kept me warm by messaging me throughout the day yesterday, saying he had a work dinner but wanted me to come to his hotel right after that. And I typically appreciate a guy who can maintain contact like that, but it's also a common tactic among prick teases, so you really just can't tell whether you're being treated properly or strung along shamelessly (yesterday afternoon in fact, I had a kid who wanted me to flood him with my cum leading me on for a few hours, up till the final fifteen minutes before I was free to go fuck him, when he finally went silent-- after saying "Yes I'll be here can't wait"). I had a dinner of my own, taking out to dinner my mom and some neighbors who look out for her. When we were wrapping up at the restaurant I went to the bathroom, took a leak, and texted the guy, fully expecting not to hear back. But he wrote that he was ready and waiting in his hotel room. Well! So I dropped off all the ladies and went over there, and within 20 minutes he was all up in my bush. My dick is soooooo sore from this intense, hour-and-a-half mutual-appreciation suckfest. He wasn't all that cute and his body was eh but fuck, did I love that dick of his. And fuck, did he love mine. And FUCK, did our two slabs of meat look nice, slicked up, hard and thick and long, pressed together all along their length in my hand, hot spots rubbing together, feeling so fucking good. Very very nice.
Monday, February 16, 2015
This afternoon I splattered my semen all over the beautifully hairy, meaty, bordering-on-pudgy but actually unusually exciting body of a man so handsome that seeing him with my dick in his mouth was like science fiction, like a special effect, like something that could only be accomplished by painting my dick bright green and filming it on a soundstage, perhaps hanging from the ceiling by an invisible series of guide wires. Getting that close to a face like that is its own kind of sex act, really; his face was so nakedly that it was its own kind of sex organ. I just wanted to stare at him and stupidly stroke my steel-hard, oozing, helplessly excited dick-- and for a while, I did, as he lay there himself, luxuriant against his pillows, stroking his own very fat, veiny choad, staring right back at me, and saying in a lazy Italian accent, "Oh yeah bud, you're so sexy too, bud," which honestly sounded ridiculous, and helped keep me from feeling like the sole intrusion of imperfection in the presence of his beauty. He is also a top, and improbably hit on me. Until I saw his body pictures I thought he was just too flawless for me to even bother talking to; his shoulders and chest are beautifully shaped and covered with a pelt of hair that looks manicured but is purely natural. I had checked him out a zillion times on different apps and hookup sites, and I guess he finally decided to be the one to speak. I almost felt let off the hook by the fact that he was a top too; I could thank him for the attention, tell him he was nut-zappipngly beautiful but also get to be the one to say no thank you, as I was not a bottom. "Two tops can have tons of fun," he said, and told me my dick was mouth-watering and that he wanted for us to suck each other off. Well, how could I say no? So today I went over to Brooklyn Heights, having taken the afternoon off work for a mental health day, and wow, what a fucking treat, even if I didn't get to put my load inside anyone today.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
I left my most recent voluminous ejaculate in the very beefy, hairy body of a sweet, dorkily handsome 27-year-old up in Tudor City last night. He was a bit of a talker but unlike many experiences in the past with such guys, I kind of liked it and engaged with him when he wanted to talk, even as I was mercilessly jabbing at him with my very hard prong. It didn't hurt that half of his talk was about how handsome I was, what a real man I was, how amazing my dick felt inside him, how much he wanted me to cum in him and "make him pregnant" (something that is ridiculous, but I admit it kind of turns me on, so I said "Yeah? You want me to knock you up?" and he said "Yeah, I love my big hard fuckin man." Well, OK.) After I had unloaded my hairy nuts in his rather tight hole, I pulled out and lay beside him and made out with him as he stroked his dick, and ran my hands over those massive, massive, truly beautiful thighs of his, splayed open on either side of his body and flexing as he worked his bone, and then let it slide down between the substantial, beautifully round globes of his ass. I stroked my fingers into the cleft and his asshole was freely oozing part of what I had deposited there; he was extremely wet. When he felt my fingers running through the goo, he put his own hand down there, ran his own fingers through it, and brought them to his nose, inhaling the dank smell of my private emissions and melting into the bed in pleasure and satisfaction. It was a very, very nice athletic fuck.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Yesterday I treated myself to a long lunch out with a friend I haven't seen since before Christmas, I think. And of course, that was the day all the boys decided they wanted me to breed them or jizz down their throats. I think I ended up talking to three dudes on a serious level about hooking up, but timing didn't work out for any of them, because of this big whole in the middle of my day. But not wanting to be a *total* slave to my cock, I turned them down, and had lunch with my friend, and it was awesome and relaxing and fun and we talked about work and hooking up and music and I slowly began to feel like a normal person again after obsessing about nothing but work for the past six months. Once I was back home, I talked to yet another guy, way up in Harlem, another huge black body builder who wants me to fuck him (what is up with that? I'm like catnip for these guys) but who didn't want to come all the way down here if I couldn't spare "a couple hours" with him. My kinda guy, but I couldn't spare that. But it made my nuts tingle to think about putting my dick in someone that hot, and I thought, what better way to enhance the day than with an orgasm? It was warmer and sunny outside, I was more relax than I've been in ages, and I wanted to get off. When the stinky cocksucking artist appeared on Manhunt, I decided, well, let's continue my program of getting off as often as I can without being so fucking picky about new meat every time. So I asked him if he wanted to suck my dick, and he said "sure"-- I generally like guys to be more demonstrative about the possibility of getting some of my fucknectar in them, but we've gone a few rounds so I guess he can afford to be straightforward about it. After our last meeting, he sent me a nice note saying it was particularly hot that time, and I said I could have gone longer, but I didn't know if he was getting tired, and he said he was totally up for sucking me as long as I wanted, he could go for hours. Well, that's music to my ears. So yesterday I made sure he had some serious quality time to spend on my meat, and he said he did, so I trotted over. And I left with my mind shattered into little ecstatic smithereens. I love being edged… but this was being edged into another galaxy.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
It's probably not surprising that after posting about all the ass that was flying at me from different directions, I'd have to go a week without getting off. But my job continues to eat my brain and my life and all my free time. Yesterday was the limit; after pulling two 12 hour days, then being awoken around 2am by messages from a malfunctioning computer, I decided to take the day off. I wanted to cruise for just the right cute hairy little cum-loving bottom, but I was so fried I could barely even muster the energy to swing through the apps and websites. I was hopelessly exhausted and just wanted to lie there and be serviced and cum hard and not care about anything else. So I knew who to call: Ultra Meat. He was on Scruff and just lives six blocks away or so. He never says no when I ask him to suck my dick. And yesterday was no exception; he was here in 20 minutes. But he did have one request of me, which he made after my sad, tired, neglected, flaccid piece of meat began to stiffen in his mouth: "Can I film this?"