Sunday, May 11, 2014

Repeat

I met up with this guy that I fucked right after I moved to DC.  He's cute, thin, in shape, attractive, 5'7, 130 pounds, Hispanic, late 20's.  I didn't recognize him when I answered his CL post, but I did when we met up.  He met me at his front door and immediately led me upstairs to his room.  There was noise in the house, so he had roommates.  He was obviously anxious.  When he closed the bedroom door he said this was a fantasy of his.  I played along.

We started groping each other.  He has a nice toned body with a great set of abs.  I kiss his neck and grab his ass, squeezing it as I pull him into me.  We started undressing each other.  Once we're both naked, he got down on his knees and started to give me head.  He's pretty good at it and I took advantage and started fucking his mouth, pulling on his hair and grasping the back of his head firmly with my name.  After a bit of me working over his mouth and letting him enjoy my pre-cum, he stands up and turns around.  It was clear what he wanted.  I pushed him forward a little, smeared some lube in his crack and aggressive pushed my rock hard cock into him raw.  He has a great ass.  The lube eases the entry but immediately he is struggling to adjust to a cock stuffed into his ass.  He's very vocal and makes an attempt to move off my cock, but I hold him close to me.  I can feel him flexing around me and adjusting to the penetration.  I know his roommates must hear, so I tell him to shut the fuck up. 

I ignore him and concentrate on the fuck.  It feels good around my cock.  His struggling makes it all the hotter.  I whisper some smack into his rear as I start to fuck him.  He starts to submit and I start calling him names. Telling him he's my bitch.  Calling him a filthy little slut.  He's obviously getting off on it.  I feel him push back on my cock.  I am really pounding him now and he loves it.  He finally tells me he wants my cum in him. I tell him he needs to work for it... beg for it.  I change up so I don't cum too quickly.  I want to really fuck him long and hard.

He's definitely game.  He meets every thrust.  He's getting louder the longer I pound him.  I decide to get rough and smack the back of his head and tell him to shut the fuck up.  He stiffens with surprise and really goes back on my cock as he tightens up.  I decide to finish it.  I grab his hips and pull him back as I thrust and shoot a massive load deep in his ass.  

It is obvious that I have filled his pussy.  He tells me that he feels my hot cum in him and it's a huge load.  I hold him close for a while and work my cock into him until it softens.  

We clean up and I leave.  About an hour later, I check my email and he's already messaged about me fucking him again.  I like an eager boy.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Shared His Boyfriend

It has been a very cold and snowy winter in DC.  It has just started to warm up and look like Spring.  In the middle of March, I was snowbound at home and bored out of my mind.  I started surfing online and ran across an ad on CL with the title - Share My BF.  I was intrigued by the pic of the young guy attached and noticed that the couple was very close by, so I responded.  I didn't hear back until the next morning.

The response was short and to the point.  The couple was two young white professionals guys about 8  blocks from my house.  The top was 31, 5'10", thin and the bottom was 27, 5'8", thin with a very tight meaty round ass that was in the pic attached to the ad.  The one that answered was very direct.  They wanted another guy to come over and have a have good time with the bottom while the BF watched.  No worries, the bottom was totally on board with the scene.

I headed over by foot.  It was a nice walk through a snow covered City that completely shuts down for any bad weather.  The top met me at the door with a timid smile and a handshake.  Friendly guy...  he led me into a backroom with a big screen TV, leather couch and chair.  The bottom was on the couch.  It was pretty obvious that the bottom was scared stiff.  The vibe was almost instantly cold.

The top offered me a beer and hurried over to the chair across the room and settled in.  I found a spot by the bottom on the couch.  There was a soccer game on the big screen TV, so we all had a beer and some conversation.  I focused on soccer and the vibe relaxed.  The top wasn't saying anything.  Just watching from across the room.  It soon became apparent that I had been exchanging emails with the bottom... not the top.  The bottom volunteered that they had been a couple for about six years and that they had always wanted to experiment, but never had.  As we chatted, the bottom was almost as timid as the top.  He was wearing nylon gym shorts and a t-shirt.  He looked delicious with nice full lips and a firm ass that was clearly defined by the gym shorts.  But, eye contact was at a minimum.

Finally, I decided that if anything was going to happen I had to be direct.  I put the beer down and looked directly at the bottom and told him, "to peel off his clothes and get down on his knees between my legs."  I started to undress never looking away from the bottom.  The bottom looked terrified and kept looking first toward his BF and then directly back at me.   The bottom finally slowly peeled off his t-shirt and got down on his knees in front of me.  I kicked back on the couch and very gently reached behind his head with my hand and pulled him toward my crotch.  I held my cock with the other hand at his mouth and very firmly but gently told him to lick it.

He is definitely a complete cock slut.  It didn't take very long for his very tentative licking to change to an eager tongue bath for my cock and balls.  Every so often he would look up with puppy dog eyes to see if I was enjoying it.  Each time I gently told him, "that I was watching him."  Finally, he looked up and I told him, "to suck my cock"  He obediently took a big mouthful and started to robotically bob up and down on my cock.

It was time for me to take charge.  I grabbed the back of his head firmly and took control of the rhythm and slowly began to fuck his throat.  When it is was crystal clear that I was completely using his BF, I finally looked over towards the top.  While his BF was struggling to take what I was pushing down his throat as if his life depended on it, the top had a hand full of his own cock and was madly stroking off.

After about 20 minutes of intense head, with me alternating between aggressively fucking his throat and telling him what to do with my cock and balls, I blew my load down the bottom's throat.  He tensed immediately.  He was clearly surprised at what was happening, but I didn't relax my grip on his head and gave him no choice.  He swallowed it and sheepishly looked up to see if he had pleased me.  I told him that, "he was good."  "Now, lick me clean and don't waste a drop", I told him.  He slowly bathed my cock and balls with his tongue and I enjoyed the attention.  I watched his BF finish himself off."  Figuring that taking more would be pushing it, I dressed and left.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

My Trick Card

I was always been a big fan of a Blog called Dreams of Patroclus.  This Blog has been inactive for a longtime.  I keep it on my Blogroll, because I hope that he may eventually return.  I would imagine that his career made Blogging more and more difficult.  You all should check him out.  He is a true southern gentlemen. 

Patroclus in Greek mythology was the mythical comrade, brother-in-arms and lover of Achilles.  Their relationship was said to have inspired Alexander the Great in his alleged romantic relationship with his companion Hephaestion.  Patroclus died on the fields of war outside the walls of Troy.  The relationship between Patroclus and Achilles is held up as a model of romantic love.

One of many things I have learned from Dreams of Patroclus is the benefit of having a personal "calling card" or trick card as I call it.  Mine has my first name, cell phone number and a rather anon email address.  This allows whoever I give the card to the ability to casually contact me while protecting my identity and private information.

I won't boast about how many times my trick card has gotten me laid.  When there is a connection and time permits, I press one of the cards into the hand of whoever has crossed my path.  Sometimes months go by and I get a casual message that leads to a rewarding experience.  Thank you Dreams of Patroclus!

Why am I posting this you might ask?  I got wildly luck again this evening and got a blowjob in my living room from I-Got-Wildly-Lucky-Last-Night.  He had my card from last Fall.


Saturday, September 28, 2013

The Guy from the Corner Store is a total cumslut.

The Guy from the Corner Store is a total cumslut.  He is in his 30's, 5' 11". lean and very cute with sandy-brown hair and green eyes.   He has a fantastic ass and gives the most incredible head.  He lives about 1 block from my house.  I am on smile and wave terms with him and his pretty young wife.  When he can get away, he usually texts me for some cock and cum.  When his pretty young wife is out of town, I usually get his ass.

Wednesday, I got a familiar text.  "Around?" 

By 6:00PM, the Guy from the Corner Store is standing at my door and wastes no time wrapping his mouth around my cock after I let him in.  I unzip and he reaches into my pants to get at my cock.  He pulls my cock and my balls outside my pants.  It is clear that this will be fast.  He nuzzles my cock, licks the head and starts in on me with his hand firmly around my balls.  I am immediately rock hard.  I lean my head back and try to focus.  My hand is on the back of his head.  I meet his greedy gulps at my cock thrusting as deeply as I can down his throat.  He is clearly determined to get what he came for.  He gave me a great blowjob.  He sucked on my cock and licked it and my balls like his life depended on it.  After about 20 minutes of intense head, I blew a massive load down his throat.  He swallowed it and kissed my cockhead.  I zipped and he left. 

"Good time again!", he texted about 15 minutes after he left.

Saturday, September 07, 2013

The Married Guy - What Is This Really?

I originally met The Married Guy at a co-worker's Holiday Party in Upper NW DC a couple of years ago. Since then he randomly contacts me and we always end up messing around and fucking.  I don't contact him.  He always contacts me.  This has been very convenient and, frankly, he is very hot so I enjoy our hookups a lot. 

There are many guys like this in DC.  Many of them masquerade as conservative Republicans.  I used to think these guys were confused, but they aren't.  They are outwardly cocky and alpha-types, but inwardly are submissive and crave a man's touch.  This embarrasses and humiliates them, so usually they want their contacts with another man to embarrass and humiliate them.  I realized a while ago that the reason that The Married Guy keeps coming back is that he realizes that I have him figured out and that I don't judge him and I won't out him.  He thinks he is dirty and his desires are "wrong", so he will never come out.  He will always play the role of the successful, good-looking, preppy, dutiful husband.  

As the years have gone by, The Married Guy and I have encountered each other in more and more social activities.... parties, a recreation league, out on the town and other social situations.  This hasn't been intentional.  It has been more coincidental and just shows what a small town DC really is under the surface.  The initial "look of utter terror crossing his eyes" when these encounters happen has lessened, The Married Guy is both fascinated and repelled by interactions with me in public.  I think he has developed a sense of safety as more of these encounters have occurred and he has become comfortable that our public and private interactions are safely (for him) compartmentalized.  No one would or will ever guess that behind closed doors he is all over my cock, he has mastered ability to carry himself as the ultimate straight guy.  He is definitely a closet case.

So, my point is?  What is this really with The Married Guy?  We have fallen into a routine.  I hear from him about 2 to 3 times per month.  Sometimes more often.  If his wife is out of town or he can arrange time before or after a business trip, he is usually getting nailed in my bed for a night or so.

Thursday evening I got a text from a drunk The Married Guy.  I unlocked the front door and kicked back in my comfortable chair.  I never got up from the chair.   The Married Guy let himself in and clumsily undressed.  He started on the floor between my legs.  He is an eager and hungry cocksucker.  In a few minutes, I was hard as stone.  I ordered him to lube my cock and his ass real good and straddle me.  I played with his little brown nipples and squeezed his ass as he worked my cock into him.  He is always tight and the pain and please of being penetrated was all over his face.  He rode me like a champ.  Soon he was balls deep and sliding up and down the length of my cock.  It was so hot and passionate I didn't even try to hold back.  I busted hard deep inside of him and he kept sliding up and down on my cock until I went soft.

So, am I his booty call or is he my preppy slut?

Friday, November 23, 2012

Finally.... Rough.... and Raw!

I am going to tell you a long and winding tale!  Literally, I posted on Craigslist about 3 years ago and this fairly hot 32yo wm guy responded. He described himself as, "5'9", 140 pounds, smooth. I'm into being used. anon is hot. can wear a blindfold if you like that. Pics?"  His response came with a pic, that I am not going to share.  My mouth was watering.  We chatted online, but of course we never met.  He flaked.

This isn't un-common scenario as anyone who has cruised on Craigslist knows.  But, about 3 weeks later he initiated and we chatted again.  He flaked yet again.  Again and again.  This has been going for about 3 years.  It eventually stopped pissing me off and has been rather interesting.  The dude is hot.  More pics have followed.  He is actually quite engaging.  If he is reading this post, yes I am talking about you so get ready.

Last Thursday we started chatting again............

HIM:  definitely in the mood to suck, swallow a load. so would you want to breed my hole?

ME:  i at work till 5:30/6:00... after?

HIM:  my address is...........Arlington.  email me when u r on the way? anything u want to specify - how u want it to work, etc, just let me know. don't be shy - this is an opportunity to make something you've imagined into a reality.

ME:  i am looking to use you as a bitch?   be waiting to serve as instructed.  you will do as i say and submit to my demands.   i will do as i please even if you beg, whine, cry, etc.   i am done when i say so.

HIM:  Ok, i'm good with that.  from reading your message its clear you know what u want and i like that you're willing to demand and take it.  i especially like that u get off on my irrelevance and have no qualms about ignoring my wishes, pleas...even finding them appealing as they are evidence that it is all about u having what u want and using me in the process.  if restraints are needed, i assume you won't hesitate.

(a little while later near 5:30PM)

ME:  i am on my way.

HIM:  Great!  i do think it would be hot if you came in my unlocked door, found me in a pair of underwear on my knees - proceeded to restrain my hands, ripped my underwear off while saying, "bitch, you aren't going to need these for what i have in mind".  once you had me restrained and ready for use, you then undressed.  i like the idea of being totally helpless before i ever see you undressed - it's the excitement of being committed to the situation without having ever laid eyes on the object that will violate my holes in numerous ways.

ME:  ok. then be in your underwear near the door.  i want you tightly blindfolded.  place the restraints you have conveniently nearby.

(as I am driving to Arlington, I receive.....)

HIM:  would you mind fucking me covered?  as much as I am fascinated by the idea of your load in my hole, it scares me.  as an alternative, after you shoot your load in the condom, could you lay me flat on my back, tell me to open my mouth with my tongue out - you get over me with the head of your cock over my mouth, then you pour you load on the head of your cock, making sure that anything that runs off, falls in my mouth.  once you've poured it all over your cock, you put your cock down my throat - all the way so that my face is buried in your pubic area.

ME:  i am 10 mins away.

HIM:  Ok

When I arrived at his front door, I tried the door knob and it was unlocked.  I entered cautiously and found him beyond the entry way on his knees, blindfolded, wearing a pair of tighty-whities and almost quivering.  I locked and chained the door.  After literally years of e-mails, I expected it to be a bogus address.

As he balanced himself quivering on his knees, I slowly undressed and neatly folded and stacked my clothes on a convenient chair.  He spoke several times while i was undressing, but I ignored him.  It was very apparent that this un-nerved him.  He was smooth except for some pubes and hair on his legs, 5'9", lean and looked younger than the 32 years he claimed.

I was there for maybe an hour.  I grabbed him by his hair and pulled him to his bedroom down the hall.  There was a rope and thick leather strap beside his bed.  I tied his hands behind his back and began to face-fucked him.  When he was gagging to the point of retching, I would let him lick my balls until he caught his breathe and then I would face-fucked him some more.  After about 15 to 20-minutes, he started to whine.  He continually asked what I was going to do next.

Finally, while he was licking my balls I moved forward on his face and put his mouth and nose firmly in my crack.  I could feel him fight under me.  He was squirming to get away.  I pull him up and smacked him across his face.  He instantly stopped struggling and went limp.  With my other hand, I tore his tighy-whities off of him.  I snugged his blindfold and tightening the rope binding his hands together and proceeded to use the leather strap on him for a few minutes until he was almost totally silent.  Then I fucked him.  He was tight and had not lubbed.  It was skin-on-skin, which always creates a friction I enjoy.  I used him rough.  I fucked to dominate him.  I fucked to use him.  I fucked to humiliate him.  When that familiar pressure was building in my groin, I fucked slower but deeper to be sure I planted my load deep inside him.  At this point, he had totally submitted.  He groaned and met my thrusts, but it was a very submissive fuck on his part.  I bused a big load in him.  I must have spurted 7 or 8 times into his tight boypussy.     

I rested on top of him still buried inside him for a few minutes.  As my cock got soft, it began to slip out of his cum-filled hole.  I got up and smacked him on the ass I just used.  Took a quick shower, dressed and left him there.