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?"
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Another day, another ten squirts of my semen deposited inside another very handsome, nicely built dude. Three asses fucked in two days is not my usual MO, and after spending an hour and a half yesterday trying to fuck and then successfully fucking ass, I was not even horny today. But when this guy hit me up on BBRT today I couldn't say no. He had a beautiful meaty body, lightly hairy chest, fantastically full-bodied rear end, and a nice face with a verrrry handsome, full beard. Honestly in the pictures he didn't look terribly handsome to me, but the body was a knockout-- very muscular without being perfect, simultaneously hot enough to turn heads but somehow, I dunno, padded enough to look unintimidatingly beddable by the likes of me-- and he seemed very straightforward, not high or stupid, and eager to fuck with me. And within maybe 5 minutes of him saying hello, I was on a train to Hell's Kitchen to fuck him. And 40 minutes after that, I left him completely soaked inside with my thanks. Lately these have been very efficient fucks! I like it!
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Today I took the day off and actually wasn't bothered by work for once. I had some errands to run in another neighborhood, and wanted to relax and read in a new coffee shop somewhere over there, and maybe plow and seed a nice ass-- a little intra-Brooklyn mini vacation. But the day quickly began unreeling as one of those ridiculous days when nothing works out. But in the end an unlikely second chance was offered to me, and I successfully planted my load in a very nice bottom in Jackson Heights. I drove home feeling that awesome all-over fatigued-but-energized feeling I get after a long intense fuck. Ah!
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Yesterday I had the kind of sex I was always having in my 20s, being a still-unconfident little toplet, scrupulously observing safe sex practices and endlessly anxious about losing my erection inside a bubble of latex. These days I rarely bother fucking anyone who insists on rubber-- I forget the last time I did it, it's been years-- and as I was working in the coffee shop in Chelsea (yes, Chelsea) yesterday I approached a nice, normal-but-toned body with a fairly pretty little ass and asked it if it wanted to be plowed and seeded, and was shot down on the raw part, but the owner of the little body unlocked his pictures anyway, revealing one of those faces that I could easily fall in love with. He proclaimed me extremely hot, and said he was rather new to bottoming anyway and from my profile it sounded like I needed someone who could take it for hours, and he "wasn't there yet." I liked his enthusiasm, and I *really* liked his face. So I asked if he'd just like to suck my dick, dry hump, get his ass eaten, have a good time in general. Make no mistake, I really wanted to slide my bare bone in a silky ass and let my seed fly, but a handsome face will get you everywhere with me. And he accepted, and within 15 minutes I had my tongue down his throat and a very stiff boner in my pants.
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
The psyche of men who love to service meat above all else is endlessly fascinating to me. Not guys who are theatrical about submission-- the trappings, attitudes, and cultural shibboleths of Dom/sub stuff has always left me completely cold. But a genuine love of dick, a genuine deep hunger for it, an endless desire to be near a man's erection, sucking it, holding it, smelling it, admiring it-- that gets my attention. I am a top, of course, but I confess I have an abiding love of dicks too-- one of my earliest memories is looking around at all the males seated in the congregation at church when I was 6 wondering what their dicks were like. Not am I alone-- "Guys just love big, hard dicks!" I remember exclaiming to my boss and his wife once, practically pounding the table with my fist and shouting above the din of a crowded art nouveau coffee shop in Lisbon, trying to convince them of my theory why humans have unusually large dongs in the primate world (it's true, look it up!), telling their amused faces that I thought it was the vestige of an earlier, clothesless time when big-cocked males were granted access to all the females by other normally jealous males just so the latter could watch the amazing spectacle, and hence hung proto-humans sired all the children. Even straight men love big dicks, it's just obvious; they certainly are more impressed than most women. Dicks are just fucking fantastic; I love mine. I probably love yours. You'd probably love mine. But you know who *really* loves mine? This guy-- who spent an hour of unashamed ecstasy lost in my groin yesterday, so full of awe and admiration and pleasure that all he could say after was "thank you." You're welcome, cocksucker! The pleasure was literally mine.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
My boss says I am cursed. I do feel like I have fantastically bad luck sometimes. (Other times I feel quite lucky indeed.) Things gang up on me-- I don't just have an unlikely bad thing happen, I have five of them pile up on me in one day, or three things go wrong and urgently need my attention at the same time, or I break my wrist in the same week my most important colleague quits AND get my credit card canceled too. Well, today the fates were in true form. I woke up to a bunch of emergencies that I wasn't quite sure how to handle, but I did start getting them under control. I always log in to Manhunt and Adam4Adam and other sites and stuff in the morning just as part of my waking-up routine, so I had been on there a while. In a lull, when things looked like they were calming down for work, I checked out Manhunt, and saw that a strapping, brutishly handsome, muscular, big-cocked German guy had emailed me almost an hour earlier, saying I sounded perfect and that he wanted to service me (despite listing himself a top!) and including his phone number as well, all in one message. His profile said he was extremely tactile, which, BINGO. I felt it was too late-- most guys won't stick around for an hour-- and was worried work would flare up again, and also knew that I didn't have the place to myself for long today; my partner was only working in the morning and would probably be home around 1:30. It was still not even 11:30, but honestly I wasn't even horny. But I don't get studly hung touch-junkies begging to suck my dick every day, so I texted him a hello. Amazingly, he instantly texted back, saying he wanted my dick NOW. We negotiated the terms a bit-- he was down in TriBeCa, which isn't too crazy far, but it would take him at least a half hour to get here, so I tried to push him into meeting up later in the afternoon when there would be no time limit. He said it would be better to meet up now. I like now! So I gave him the address and he said he would be here by noon. I felt like I was about to get seriously lucky, but this is my life, and our stupid, stupid world. So instead I was a sitting duck, waiting to be hit with a big sack of what-the-fuck.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Tonight I injected my sperm in the accommodating ass of a guy a bit older than me with an unusual face, a huge dick, gigantic hands, and a tiny apartment in the charming, welcoming neighborhood of Bedford-Stuyvesant. It's not what I wanted for myself today; I wanted to have my orgasm in a cute, muscular, sweet-assed thing, preferably at my place in my comfy clean apartment, or perhaps in some glamorous corner of the city I haven't fucked in lately. Fairly early this morning I was hit up by a very muscular, also somewhat older, but reasonably nice-looking guy who was cruising online at the gym, said many annoying things to me like "Meet me naked at the door!" and "Do you have any buddies who can join in!" and "I just like to hang naked!" and "I'm not done yet but will be soon!" I sort of hate how I am-- any one of those things is enough to make the door of frosty rejection begin to swing closed over the gaping doorway of lust, but all of them together just made me ugh. I kept looking at the very attractive meaty bulging body and thinking, why can't I just get over myself? But he just sounded tedious to get with, and wouldn't take me raw anyway, so I guess in his mind we were just gonna "hang naked". So I kinda let him die of benign neglect and searched around a bit more. Of course I got nowhere (and those who are reading closely see that my New Year's Resolution, to take pleasure where I found it, lasted exactly 6 days). Work got busy, my partner came home for lunch, the hottest guys either wanted me to party with them (at 4pm?) or only had a little time left (the internet is full of attractive, horny men who REALLY WANT YOUR DICK IN THEM but JUST DON'T HAVE THE TIME RIGHT NOW HOW ABOUT FRIDAY??). So when I was hit up by this unusual looking dude, I thought, well, I might as well go get my dick sucked, at least, before dinner. He kept refusing to unlock his other photographs, for some insane reason, but said a lot of nice things about sucking me dick until his mouth was sore and drinking everything I could shoot, so I thought, well, let's hop in the car and drive over there and see what we can see. Well, I physically probably would have much more enjoyed rubbing all over the very muscular annoying dude, but this guy was a genuine kind of cool, so I am glad that I ejaculated inside him, instead.
Monday, January 5, 2015
Well, the six days of seminal fluid I had accumulated in my testicles since my last orgasm just left in the (actually very pretty) hindquarters of a dorkishly attractive but doughy, unskilled, extremely trembly, sweaty, and ultimately unsatisfying bottom. The only thing worth writing about here was his final, intense greed with respect to my cock. I was done squirting in him and wanted to pull out, but he latched onto me, surprisingly hard, with his interior muscles clamped down on my meat and his thighs and calves locked around mine-- I was mounted on him from behind, since I figured the best thing to be looking at while I drilled him would be his pretty, creamy ass rather than his not-very-appealing torso-- and he held me inside him quite against my will, slowly pulsing inside as if to slowly milk the small drops of semen that some deep hidden duct might excrete a few minutes to late to join in the explosive first jets. This was amusing, so I let him tug at my meat like this, sometimes slowly moving to pull out just to see how tightly he would suck me back in or clamp down on me anew. I admit I like a bottom who wants my dick this much. But it was a lackluster fuck in the end, and it almost overlapped with an emergency trip my partner took back home because some toxic cloud of fumes was emitted in his office in the industrial part of Brooklyn-- they missed each other by mere minutes, and the bottom completely disregarded my call and texts to warn me before he buzzed. This being my first fuck of the year, I feel a little superstitious that it will somehow set a tone for the rest of the year. Since I've been blogging my fucks for a few years now, I decided to look back and see if the first fuck of the year was somehow significant considering how the rest of the year went. And what did I find?