web log analysis Confessions of a Promiscuous Top: February 2014

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

More Quick

Yesterday after work was another quickie-- barely ten minutes from flaccid to spewing hot lava down the throat of a very handsome, if somewhat overmanicured-- bear-type guy. But now I fancy myself a modern-day Johnny Appleseed, spreading my seed far and wide across the South, delivering semen to parched throats and assholes everywhere. Sometimes it *is* fun just knowing you're cumming in as many dudes as possible-- especially when they look like this dude.

Monday, February 24, 2014


I'm back down in my hometown for a while to celebrate my mother's 75th birthday (and for those longtime readers who know how things went down last year and are curious, she's doing great-- much better than I would have imagined then). My partner is with me, but he is much more gym-focused than I am, so I dropped him off at the fancy-pants gym down the road and found myself with an hour or two of free time on my hands. Considering that there is just about nothing worth doing here except sticking your dick in another dude and letting your ejaculate fly into him, I signed on to apps and sites and looked around. I got hit up in short order by the same cast of knuckleheads who hit me up every time I'm here and tease my prick, often even giving me their phone numbers, but never come through on meeting up. But then the Opie Taylor/Rick Astley/Junior Samples lookalike who got me off last year when I was in great need sent me a little hello. He was a mile away and when I suggested he suck my dick, he said, "Come over." So I did.

Thursday, February 20, 2014


Today I thought I might hook up with the horse-hung sensual kid from a few weeks back; he texts me from time to time saying things like "i want ur cum so bad babe" and "i need u inside me" and had told me he would be off work early today. But when I asked him to come by when he was done, I got no reply. Hrmph! I had kind of been banking on him running over when I snapped my fingers. I thought, eh, maybe it's just as well, I've been having a lot of sex lately, maybe a quiet evening is best (my partner is working late tonight.) And just when I think that, Ultra Meat msged me on Scruff, saying "Fuck me". I'm trying out a more yes-oriented approach to sex lately, not searching for the best guy I can get or insisting on someone new. A guy like Ultra Meat says "Fuck me", the only answer is "yes". So I said "yes." And I think he was bluffing a bit again. A few days ago he said he wanted me to fuck him raw and then chickened out at the last minute, ignoring my texts for a while. Today he said he would clean up for me but then about ten minutes later asked, "Can I just suck you today?" I msged back "You goddamn tease!" and he said, "It will just take so long to clean up and I want you now." So again I decided, what the hell. He's beautiful and he gives good head and he keeps coming back. So I gave him another "yes", but said, "Can I at least eat your ass out? Maybe take a rinse or something?" And he said OK, and about twenty minutes later he was here. I opened the door, and he was grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "You motherfucker," I said, and he strode past me laughing, and grabbed my dick through my shorts as he went by. "I can't stay long," he said, "I teach class at 7:30." I looked at my watch and said "Maaaaaaan," and he said, "I know, I didn't want to tell you." Fucker! That left us with maybe half an hour tops, given where he works. I said, "Well, let's get to the bedroom," and we did. And guess what happened?

Wednesday, February 19, 2014


Today dudes continue to throw themselves at me at every turn-- I wonder if it's the phase of the moon? The tall, lanky, brilliant cocksucker that I slipped my raw bone in without permission is back in town, and he wants another piece of me. Ultra Meat is after me, too, since I told him I just got a negative HIV test and texted him a picture of the result. He claimed he wanted me to fuck him yesterday and said he would be here in a half an hour, but he chickened out at the last minute. Today I wanted to juice up a 29 year old across the neighborhood who offered his tight slim body to me on adam4adam, but timing didn't work out; when I was finally free from work responsibilities, he was no longer around. Luckily, at just that moment, the sad, boy-faced hot body I inseminated back around New Years cruised my profile on BBRTs. He'd changed his nickname before I could buddy list him so I lost track of him, and I had just been thinking about him, wondering if he was feeling better than the last time I saw him, and hoping I could get another load in him. I quickly added him, and said a hearty hello, and he seemed to want me to give him some more of my deep spurting cock. So I trotted over to the West Village to do my duty as a top. But we didn't manage to get my load in him; it was wasted all over his smooth creamy musculature. Sometimes, being a top, who can just put his dick in his pants and go wherever its presence is required, pull it back out, stick it in, hump and unload and zip back up after a little wash in the sink, I forget how hard it is to be a bottom. But all this means is that I probably need one more fuck with this dude, to really juice him up good.

Monday, February 17, 2014


If I were one of those load-counting bloggers out there, I'd think of today as a success; after all, I did manage to juice up a new hole out there. But after the last few experiences, where the guys were all very hot in different ways, and where the chemistry was pretty awesome, even if I didn't cum in any of them, today's seeding was a bit of a letdown.

Saturday, February 15, 2014


The cosmos is definitely buying back some Karma I didn't know I had saved up; delectable ass is flying at me from all directions and I can't seem to keep hot dudes off my dick this week. I got stuck working late working last night after a nice Valentine's dinner/donuts/stroll with my partner, and woke up this morning too early, snuggled a bunch with him and fell back into a half-asleep state for an hour while he got ready for work, and was awakened around 11 by a friend texting me hello. I struggled to wake up and text him back, and idly signed on to Manhunt while waiting for his replies. A guy who has texted me intermittently for a long time now had just sent me a message there, asking, "Want a bj?" The dude yesterday was rather toothy with his head-giving, and his body hair was pretty abrasive, so my dick felt kind of sore. But this guy had nice pictures and a pretty drool-worthy tool of his own. He advertised himself as a top and I think I started it all off a good while back asking if he'd let me suck it sometime; occasionally I get into very cocksucky moods that pretty much never pan out. But ever since then he was all about sucking ME off. His face wasn't that cute in the pictures to me-- perfectly nice-looking but not my type, a little, I dunno, impish? Very Irish. But he lives maybe 10 blocks from me and there's nothing more pleasant than being awakened by a guy with a pretty nice body who wants to make you ejaculate. I felt aroused. I tugged on my dick and felt the skin sting slightly, but not too bad. I figured I'd ask him to suck me nice and slow and squirt a nice load down his throat and meet my friend at the Museum, all within a couple of hours. He said he'd give me twenty minutes to shower, and I set things up with my friend. I got under the spray and soaped up my dick and just enjoyed the silky feeling of the soap and the warm water slipping all around my suddenly very popular unit. I caressed my balls and felt like a million bucks. I dried off and waited for the dude to come suck me off. About ten minutes late, the buzzer buzzed; it was time to feed my dick to another cocksucker. But I didn't realize what a prize was being served up to me today!

Friday, February 14, 2014


Despite always saying (and feeling) like I respect a bottom's wishes with respect to raw fucking, if I am honest with myself I have to admit that the hottest sex is always with a guy who says he won't let me fuck them without a rubber, but then, in the intense heat of the moment when the chemistry has built between us to a point where there is only one more way to ratchet it up to perfect completely, he begs for it. When I'm on top of him, showing him with my body what it will be like to submit completely to me and accept what I so intensely want to give, he reaches under his own ass and grabs hold of my dick and pulls it in the unmistakable universal code for FUCK ME. It is intensely satisfying to know that I've given a bottom so much pleasure that he can only think about my dick inside him. Completing a bottom in those hot, deep moments is a gratification that almost no other experience in life can equal. All his scruples are dropped and there is only the desire for more pleasure, more of what I can do to him. So I do it. Today, an interesting-looking, wirily muscular black dude who was only up for giving me a blow job ended up on his back, my hairy body heaving on top of him, with my bare bone pushed in his ass as deep as it would go. And he pulled me to him hard, wishing all of me could go in, wishing there was more penetration to be had, an endless cycle of need and satisfaction.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Monster Meat

Today I am kicking myself. I'm still a little dizzy from the experience of slipping my bare, tingling, throbbing bone into the unbelievably silky, wet, and yielding hole of an absolute monster of a man-- bald, bearded, hairy, 5'11, maybe 250 pounds of solid, swollen muscle. It is one of those few times when I am sorry I didn't have my phone handy to take a picture of the end result: the Muscle Monster face down in a pillow; broad, meat-swollen back arching down from turgid, red, goose-fleshed shoulders; down to his waist, giant globes of an incredibly thick, round ass raised proudly in the air above thighs like tree trunks, and splattered all over with a web of viscous grey semen spurts, produced by the astonished erection of yours truly. This sight was beautiful, awe-inspiring, stupidly hot. It's burned into my retinas and I wish I had been able to snap a picture of it and share it with you. You would all cum in your pants. It was the ultimate. I'll have to describe it instead.

Friday, February 7, 2014


I just ejaculated my sperm into the belly of a flitty little 22 year old who worshipped my unit for over an hour. I can barely type this. When I came, he kept sucking me, and didn't let up as he felt thick jet after jet flooding over his tongue and slipping its slimy way down his esophagus; he kept licking that awesome spot on my dickhead and I swear he made me cum twice in a row; just as the spasming of my fuckmuscles was dying down, I felt that sensuous probing at my body's most sensitive spot, and I felt a new rush of cum well up from the sub-basement of my testicles-- who knows how I managed to shoot any more after that first orgasm-- and squirt into him in my body's intense desire to get as much of my DNA into him as possible. I think I need to go lie down.