Saturday, December 31, 2011
Trying Out the Only ABS in Downtown Louisville
There's an ABS in downtown Louisville -- the only one left from a long and proud tradition of sleazy businesses in the area that got swept away by the construction of the Convention Center -- that I've been to a few times. The nice thing about it is that you don't have to pay to go to the arcade. The two bad things: a). no gloryholes -- you have to go into the booth with the guy, and b). lots of guys trying to hustle.
Now, I want to be clear: I do not mind being asked for money. I'll never stand between a man and his way of earning a living. I never pay for sex, because I'm still able to get plenty of what I want for free. But I don't object to sex workers trying to drum up some trade from me. I do object to people trying to cheat me out of money, or trick me into paying for sex I didn't realize I was expected to pay for.
I've had the following hustle occur there twice (and I've only been to the place five or six times, tops): cute guy says he wants to have sex with me in the theater, which costs $10. Wants me to pay his way in. Wants me to hand him the $10 so he can go buy his own ticket, because he doesn't want people to know that he's going in there with another guy. Leaves as soon as he gets the $10. I say it happened twice -- it really only happened once. The second time, I knew what was up and didn't give him the $10, though he kept pestering me for it so insistently and aggressively that I eventually had to leave the place. Note: these were two different guys.
So yeah. Bad history.
I've also sucked exactly two cocks there over the years. One was a cute white guy, who looked like he was probably on steroids (he had the muscular body, and also the fat, smooth, big-jawed face, at the top of his body, and the tiny teensy peanut-sized balls in the middle of his body, that I associate with steroid users) and another was a cute Mexican guy, and, weirdly, both were extremely aggressive face-fuckers. The Mexican had held me down so hard on his cock when he was cumming that I tried to pull away -- not something I usually do when a guy is cumming, but I was actually panicking. He was kind of a short guy, and I eventually had to stand up, and pick him up with me, in order to get his cock out of my throat.
I was ashamed at having disappointed him. I've never gone against a guy's orgasm like that again. It was a moment of weakness.
These incidents, distilled from the past and set next to one another in such close proximity, make it sound like the place has been hotter than it has been. Mostly, when I've gone there, you end up standing alone in an empty arcade for an hour or two, worried that they might take all the "No Loitering in Hallways" signs seriously -- and then you leave.
Last night, I was trying to get over the 2nd Street Bridge to Indiana, to go to my usual bookstore, but rush hour had hit (I work from home, so I forget about these things), and it looked like I was going to be stuck in traffic for an hour or two. I pulled out of the traffic and made my way to this ABS, which I hardly ever think about, but which does happen to be on 2nd Street.
When I got there, it was empty, as usual. Pretty soon after I arrived, though, a chubby black guy with a huge amount of what I will call "street baggage" -- two separate backpacks, a fanny pack, and a big puffy Michelin-man type coat -- came in. I tried to cruise him a little bit then figured out he was a cocksucker, by the way he was trying to cruise me a little bit. After we figured each other out, we settled into our own corners of the arcade. Then a second black guy came in, and started talking to him like an old friend/cruising buddy/gossipy giggler. You know the type.
I started to consider leaving.
A third guy came in. Maybe Mexican, maybe Bosnian (there are a lot of Bosnian refugees in Louisville -- one of our more populous minorities). He definitely looked like an immigrant to me: hard-working hands, fresh dirt on his arms and face (not from not washing, but from having to work in dirt, you know, just kind of smeared on him and obviously not destined to stay there for long), torn, cheap clothes. He had a long, skinny body, a long, skinny head, bald on top in a perfect circle, and a dark black Zapata mustache, as well as a set of dark black sideburns, underneath the baldness. He went into a booth, fed a dollar in, left it cracked open.
The second black guy went in there with him, but didn't shut the door. He stood there looking at the guy (the insides of the booths make an "L" shape, with the TV and the stool hidden from view of the door, tucked around the corner). I saw him reach his hand out, probably playing with the guy. He stayed in there a long time, then he came out.
The first black guy had no interest.
Both of them were standing right in front of the guy's door.
It was a little awkward, but I stepped past them and went into the booth. The guy was sitting on his stool -- more like leaning on it, with his long legs sticking straight out and playing with a very long, half-hard cock.
When he saw me heading down onto my knees, he had a look of relief on his face. I guess the other guy had struck him as a bit of a tease or whatever. Whatever. I sucked it. He was very appreciative. He came without it ever getting quite hard. It would get to the back of my throat, but not go into my throat-hole, because it was still bendy just below the head. I enjoyed it anyway.
When he thanked me I realized that I had been wrong about his origin. He had one of the thickest and most broad Kentucky accents I've heard in a long while, "THAAAAAAAAAAAANK YEW"). Maybe from the mountains, then. Maybe a coal miner.
When I came out of the booth after sucking him, there was a superhot 20something shaved-head guy, almost skinhead-looking, coming down the aisle toward me. I caught his eye, licked my lips. He nodded, winked, kept walking past me, looked over his shoulder. Went into the last booth. The first black guy, the one with the two backpacks, followed him in, stepping right in front of me with a smirk. Just a little later, I heard somebody from inside that booth hissing, "Suck it. Suck it bitch."
Let's assume it was the skinhead getting sucked. I think that that's a safe assumption.
Before they got finished with one another, some of the store workers came up, trying to find out who was driving a brown Subaru, which apparently had its lights on. They found the guy (it was the second black guy), went downstairs with him (the arcade is upstairs, the main part of the store is down). The reason this is significant is that I have never quite known for sure what this store's enforcement policy is, vis a vis their anti-loitering signs. They were perfectly friendly to those of us who were just standing around in the hallways. So that's good.
The skinhead eventually got out of the stall and left the store. I left afterwards. I would have left earlier, out of frustration with missing out on such prime meat, but past experience has taught me that sometimes your prime meat will become available again before cumming -- maybe he doesn't like the cocksucker, or maybe the cocksucker gets a phone call he has to take, or whatever -- so I always wait until it's completely a lost cause.
I'll get him next time. Definitely going back there. I'm thinking it might be especially cruisy during convention time (the convention center and its hotels are all in that area). Farm Equipment Show is coming up! Yes!
That wasn't my last cock of the night. I went to my regular ABS in Indiana and got two more after that. More on those cocks later.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Memory: The First Cock I Ever Sucked
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Two Fat Guys Last Night -- One Black, One White
I'm not a chubby chaser, but I don't mind fat guys as long as they're masculine. Especially if there's nothing else around. I'm able to lower my standards pretty low when I have to. This gives me a little bit of an advantage over a lot of the cocksuckers at the ABS who aren't interested in fat guys. Often when I first arrive, there will be a lonely cute fat guy who has been waiting quite some time for a blowjob. This is usually the first one I suck when I get there.
That's what happened yesterday. He was a white guy with a shaved head and a thin little straight cock and a whole lot of himself standing on two feet. His fat wasn't the soft, dimpled kind -- he was all hard and round all around. I sucked him through the hole for a little while, then put my ass up to the hole for a bit. He fucked my ass and kept whispering to himself. "Oh God, oh God, oh God." Then he pulled away. I dropped down to check through the hole and he was sitting on his stool playing with himself -- he hadn't cum. That's one sign you're dealing with an actual straight guy. They've been trained by women not to cum inside their mouths or asses or pussies. Whatever. I motioned to the hole, and finally convinced him to stick his dick back through. I let him fuck my face for a while (the "Oh God, oh God, oh God" started back up, in time to his thrusts), and eventually he shot a load into my throat. His cock wasn't big enough to break the gag point, but he was poised right there on the edge of it, so I didn't have to taste the jizz. It's not that I mind the taste of jizz, but I love the feeling of having it pumped directly into me like I'm an automobile getting filled up -- an automobile that runs on jizz!
The next guy I sucked was a fat black guy. He came into the booth with me. His uncut dick smelled of sweat and old jizz and dirty cunt. I'm not kidding. Each smell (and taste) was very clear to me. He kept his hand on the back of my neck to make sure I took his load. His dick wasn't big enough to hit my throat at all, so he flooded my mouth with his dirty-tasting jizz. I felt like such a filthy whore because of how dirty his dick was, and how I sucked it without hesitation. He tapped me on the shoulder after he came and said, "Thanks." Like I wouldn't have noticed that he had cum.
I hope I get some better cock tonight.
That's what happened yesterday. He was a white guy with a shaved head and a thin little straight cock and a whole lot of himself standing on two feet. His fat wasn't the soft, dimpled kind -- he was all hard and round all around. I sucked him through the hole for a little while, then put my ass up to the hole for a bit. He fucked my ass and kept whispering to himself. "Oh God, oh God, oh God." Then he pulled away. I dropped down to check through the hole and he was sitting on his stool playing with himself -- he hadn't cum. That's one sign you're dealing with an actual straight guy. They've been trained by women not to cum inside their mouths or asses or pussies. Whatever. I motioned to the hole, and finally convinced him to stick his dick back through. I let him fuck my face for a while (the "Oh God, oh God, oh God" started back up, in time to his thrusts), and eventually he shot a load into my throat. His cock wasn't big enough to break the gag point, but he was poised right there on the edge of it, so I didn't have to taste the jizz. It's not that I mind the taste of jizz, but I love the feeling of having it pumped directly into me like I'm an automobile getting filled up -- an automobile that runs on jizz!
The next guy I sucked was a fat black guy. He came into the booth with me. His uncut dick smelled of sweat and old jizz and dirty cunt. I'm not kidding. Each smell (and taste) was very clear to me. He kept his hand on the back of my neck to make sure I took his load. His dick wasn't big enough to hit my throat at all, so he flooded my mouth with his dirty-tasting jizz. I felt like such a filthy whore because of how dirty his dick was, and how I sucked it without hesitation. He tapped me on the shoulder after he came and said, "Thanks." Like I wouldn't have noticed that he had cum.
I hope I get some better cock tonight.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Two
Haven't had any cock for a few days.
The last time I got some was last Thursday. Sucked a small-dicked mustached guy and a long-haired chinless guy who looked like Robin Gibb and tasted strongly of cigarettes. Both through the gloryholes at my favorite ABS. Hoping it picks up again. My mouth is horny.
The last time I got some was last Thursday. Sucked a small-dicked mustached guy and a long-haired chinless guy who looked like Robin Gibb and tasted strongly of cigarettes. Both through the gloryholes at my favorite ABS. Hoping it picks up again. My mouth is horny.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
5 Loads Today
Went to the ABS around 10am today.
First cock I got was an Arabic and/or Turkish guy -- golden skin, shaved head, big muscles, hook nose, wedding band. I saw him first in the restroom but wasn't sure if he was cruising. He followed me into the arcade. I went to a gloryhole booth, he went into the next one. That's backwards from how it usually works! I'm usually the one chasing the men, not the other way around. His cock was small but superhard, and he really enjoyed cumming in my mouth, if all the grunting (which continued long after he had pulled his cock out of my mouth and was no longer shooting actual liquid) was any indication.
Next up was a fat black guy with an extremely fat, but not very long, cock. It was roughly the size and shape of a poblano chili pepper -- maybe a little fatter at the base, and a little shorter. There was no way I could suck it, it was too thick, so I put my ass to the hole. He immediately pulled his cock away, and I started to take my ass off the hole (some guys don't like it when you put your ass up there, so I try to keep them from seeing), but he stuck his thumb into my hole, and sort of pulled my ass back, hard, to the hole, using the thumb-hold, and the rest of his hands squeezing one of my cheeks. I hear some rustling around back there, and the next thing I feel is a fat, strong, wide, warm, wet tongue right smack on my hole (he still had his thumb in, too). It was a pussy-licker's tongue -- flicking back and forth quickly, the way guys do on a clit, not the way gay guys do when they tongue-fuck. Eventually he took the thumb out, ate out my manpussy for a while, then tried to ram that enormously fat, short cock in my hole. I can take cocks as fat as his, and do so fairly often, but usually when there's one as fat as that, it's also very long, and after a certain point your hole just gives up and let the rest of him in. He was just short enough to keep tearing up my pussy walls.
In other words: I loved it.
He never quite got it fully in -- this time. He'd squeak it forward a millimeter or two, fuck in and out to that distance, then squeak another little bit of it in (I could literally feel it squeaking, like fingers on a clean plate). After a while, he stopped fucking. I wasn't sure if he had come or not (a trip to the restroom afterwards -- and a shitful of white jizz -- gave me the answer).
He stayed around, and fucked me one more time, later. He got it in further the second time. I don't think he usually finds a bitch that can take it through the hole. He seemed really excited.
Third guy I got was a very young, very skinny country boy. He could have been the younger, more beautiful brother of the guy I got in the restroom last Thursday -- at first I thought it was him. I know the kid was over 18, because they are very strict about checking id at this bookstore, but that's the only way I know he was over 18. He came in, everybody was following him. He went into a booth without a gloryhole, locked the door. Everybody wandered away. I pulled on the door, he unlocked it. "You want a blowjob?" I said. He said, "No." I started to walk away. He opened the door some more, motioned me back over. "You get fucked?"
Unfortunately, he insisted on wearing a rubber. Fortunately, I was able to negotiate with him to make sure he gave me the rubber after he had cum in it.
He took a long time fucking me. I was already worn out from the enormously wide black cock. His cock was long and thin. He'd get it in, and try to fuck harder than he needed to fuck (this is a common thing with young guys), and end up losing where the hole was. He kept trying to push my ass down to fuck me, when really, to get the right angle, my ass needed to go up instead of down. Etc. I was about to give up, and told him that it just wasn't working, and he slapped me across the face. "Shut up and turn around."
So I did, of course.
He fucked me like a monster, got his nut, pulled the condom off, handed it to me, started getting himself dressed (he had pulled his pants off during our awkward early attempts, as a way to maybe get a better angle I think).
"Do you care if I eat it?" I said.
He said, in a voice that sounded honestly disgusted, "I don't care what you do with it."
I've had straight guys hand me a condom filled with their own cum before, and usually they get off on watching me eat the cum -- regardless of what they say. They can't take their eyes off of the act. And their eyes have that, "Yeah, you really are a fucking low-life bitch eating my cum" kind of look to them. This guy honestly couldn't care less, apparently. He didn't even look once, even though I turned the condom inside out and ate every bit of that cum right in front of him.
The next guy I got was a pudgy Mexican, one of those short Mayan-type Mexicans. I sucked him a while through the hole, but the gloryhole he had landed in was too high for him. His cock barely fit through -- only the tip of it, and it was pointing straight up, brushing the top of the gloryhole wall itself. I gave up, left the stall. He came out, then went down the line opening every door looking for a gloryhole. I am pretty sure he didn't realize that I was the one who had just tried to suck him. I got in one of the stalls (without a gloryhole) that was in his path, and when he looked in it, he saw me there, sitting on the floor, pointing at my own mouth with my finger. He got the message. I sucked him for a while. He ended up fucking me as hard and fast as a jackhammer, and I pulled away. I showed him my ass, slapped it, asked if he wanted to fuck. He didn't say yes, didn't say no, just looked straight ahead like I was not even there. I shoved my ass back onto his cock, he grabbed my thighs, and started jackhammering away again. After he came, he kept standing there, panting, like a big machine cooling down.
My last dick of the day was a gray-haired, black-mustached trim trucker who mauled my manboobs while I sucked his fairly small cock. He kept pulling them together so they would be more like boobs, and then squeezing them, so hard it hurt. When he came, he hollered like a rodeo cowboy. Afterwards, he said, "Boy, I sure hope I see you again sometime!" and I told him that I live to serve.
It was about 2 by this time -- 5 cocks in 4 hours, with three achieving orgasm in my ass (although only two of them actually left their loads there). Not a bad day's work for a cockslut!
First cock I got was an Arabic and/or Turkish guy -- golden skin, shaved head, big muscles, hook nose, wedding band. I saw him first in the restroom but wasn't sure if he was cruising. He followed me into the arcade. I went to a gloryhole booth, he went into the next one. That's backwards from how it usually works! I'm usually the one chasing the men, not the other way around. His cock was small but superhard, and he really enjoyed cumming in my mouth, if all the grunting (which continued long after he had pulled his cock out of my mouth and was no longer shooting actual liquid) was any indication.
Next up was a fat black guy with an extremely fat, but not very long, cock. It was roughly the size and shape of a poblano chili pepper -- maybe a little fatter at the base, and a little shorter. There was no way I could suck it, it was too thick, so I put my ass to the hole. He immediately pulled his cock away, and I started to take my ass off the hole (some guys don't like it when you put your ass up there, so I try to keep them from seeing), but he stuck his thumb into my hole, and sort of pulled my ass back, hard, to the hole, using the thumb-hold, and the rest of his hands squeezing one of my cheeks. I hear some rustling around back there, and the next thing I feel is a fat, strong, wide, warm, wet tongue right smack on my hole (he still had his thumb in, too). It was a pussy-licker's tongue -- flicking back and forth quickly, the way guys do on a clit, not the way gay guys do when they tongue-fuck. Eventually he took the thumb out, ate out my manpussy for a while, then tried to ram that enormously fat, short cock in my hole. I can take cocks as fat as his, and do so fairly often, but usually when there's one as fat as that, it's also very long, and after a certain point your hole just gives up and let the rest of him in. He was just short enough to keep tearing up my pussy walls.
In other words: I loved it.
He never quite got it fully in -- this time. He'd squeak it forward a millimeter or two, fuck in and out to that distance, then squeak another little bit of it in (I could literally feel it squeaking, like fingers on a clean plate). After a while, he stopped fucking. I wasn't sure if he had come or not (a trip to the restroom afterwards -- and a shitful of white jizz -- gave me the answer).
He stayed around, and fucked me one more time, later. He got it in further the second time. I don't think he usually finds a bitch that can take it through the hole. He seemed really excited.
Third guy I got was a very young, very skinny country boy. He could have been the younger, more beautiful brother of the guy I got in the restroom last Thursday -- at first I thought it was him. I know the kid was over 18, because they are very strict about checking id at this bookstore, but that's the only way I know he was over 18. He came in, everybody was following him. He went into a booth without a gloryhole, locked the door. Everybody wandered away. I pulled on the door, he unlocked it. "You want a blowjob?" I said. He said, "No." I started to walk away. He opened the door some more, motioned me back over. "You get fucked?"
Unfortunately, he insisted on wearing a rubber. Fortunately, I was able to negotiate with him to make sure he gave me the rubber after he had cum in it.
He took a long time fucking me. I was already worn out from the enormously wide black cock. His cock was long and thin. He'd get it in, and try to fuck harder than he needed to fuck (this is a common thing with young guys), and end up losing where the hole was. He kept trying to push my ass down to fuck me, when really, to get the right angle, my ass needed to go up instead of down. Etc. I was about to give up, and told him that it just wasn't working, and he slapped me across the face. "Shut up and turn around."
So I did, of course.
He fucked me like a monster, got his nut, pulled the condom off, handed it to me, started getting himself dressed (he had pulled his pants off during our awkward early attempts, as a way to maybe get a better angle I think).
"Do you care if I eat it?" I said.
He said, in a voice that sounded honestly disgusted, "I don't care what you do with it."
I've had straight guys hand me a condom filled with their own cum before, and usually they get off on watching me eat the cum -- regardless of what they say. They can't take their eyes off of the act. And their eyes have that, "Yeah, you really are a fucking low-life bitch eating my cum" kind of look to them. This guy honestly couldn't care less, apparently. He didn't even look once, even though I turned the condom inside out and ate every bit of that cum right in front of him.
The next guy I got was a pudgy Mexican, one of those short Mayan-type Mexicans. I sucked him a while through the hole, but the gloryhole he had landed in was too high for him. His cock barely fit through -- only the tip of it, and it was pointing straight up, brushing the top of the gloryhole wall itself. I gave up, left the stall. He came out, then went down the line opening every door looking for a gloryhole. I am pretty sure he didn't realize that I was the one who had just tried to suck him. I got in one of the stalls (without a gloryhole) that was in his path, and when he looked in it, he saw me there, sitting on the floor, pointing at my own mouth with my finger. He got the message. I sucked him for a while. He ended up fucking me as hard and fast as a jackhammer, and I pulled away. I showed him my ass, slapped it, asked if he wanted to fuck. He didn't say yes, didn't say no, just looked straight ahead like I was not even there. I shoved my ass back onto his cock, he grabbed my thighs, and started jackhammering away again. After he came, he kept standing there, panting, like a big machine cooling down.
My last dick of the day was a gray-haired, black-mustached trim trucker who mauled my manboobs while I sucked his fairly small cock. He kept pulling them together so they would be more like boobs, and then squeezing them, so hard it hurt. When he came, he hollered like a rodeo cowboy. Afterwards, he said, "Boy, I sure hope I see you again sometime!" and I told him that I live to serve.
It was about 2 by this time -- 5 cocks in 4 hours, with three achieving orgasm in my ass (although only two of them actually left their loads there). Not a bad day's work for a cockslut!
Calm Mouth-Fuck from a Completely Anonymous Regular
This happened yesterday.
There's a guy I've sucked a bunch of times -- I shouldn't say I sucked him; it's more passive than that. I've let him fuck his load into my mouth a few times. He's middle-aged, a little round about the middle, has a wedding band, black hair, strong masculine face. My favorite thing about him is that he doesn't want to know what you look like, and he doesn't want you to know what he looks like. I happen to know what he looks like because I've sucked him often enough that I've caught glimpses of him here and there. But basically, the only way you know he's cruising is you go into a gloryhole booth, and his cock is sticking, hard, through the hole. I've come to recognize his cock immediately. You put your mouth on it and just hold your mouth slack. If you do any sucking or licking, or touch it with your hand, or anything non-passive, he will immediately pull away and not put his dick back through until you leave the booth. So you put your mouth on it, and he calmly, without any kind of urgency, fucks his dick all the way down to the back of your throat (it's pretty big), and cums after only a few pumps. Every time.
So I hooked up with him yesterday at the ABS I go to.
I hadn't seen (well, not-seen) him in a while, and I was afraid he had left for good, but here he was, back again. I was happy to be of service. Most of the bitches in that place won't do him because they've got to see what they're sucking. Like I said, I've already seen him, and know that he's do-able, and I think it's superhot that he doesn't want to see who's sucking him. I like to imagine that what's going on in his mind is that he's "fucking wall-pussy," or whatever. That he likes to pretend it's not even a person on the other side. But that's just my fucked up head.
There's a guy I've sucked a bunch of times -- I shouldn't say I sucked him; it's more passive than that. I've let him fuck his load into my mouth a few times. He's middle-aged, a little round about the middle, has a wedding band, black hair, strong masculine face. My favorite thing about him is that he doesn't want to know what you look like, and he doesn't want you to know what he looks like. I happen to know what he looks like because I've sucked him often enough that I've caught glimpses of him here and there. But basically, the only way you know he's cruising is you go into a gloryhole booth, and his cock is sticking, hard, through the hole. I've come to recognize his cock immediately. You put your mouth on it and just hold your mouth slack. If you do any sucking or licking, or touch it with your hand, or anything non-passive, he will immediately pull away and not put his dick back through until you leave the booth. So you put your mouth on it, and he calmly, without any kind of urgency, fucks his dick all the way down to the back of your throat (it's pretty big), and cums after only a few pumps. Every time.
So I hooked up with him yesterday at the ABS I go to.
I hadn't seen (well, not-seen) him in a while, and I was afraid he had left for good, but here he was, back again. I was happy to be of service. Most of the bitches in that place won't do him because they've got to see what they're sucking. Like I said, I've already seen him, and know that he's do-able, and I think it's superhot that he doesn't want to see who's sucking him. I like to imagine that what's going on in his mind is that he's "fucking wall-pussy," or whatever. That he likes to pretend it's not even a person on the other side. But that's just my fucked up head.
Reporting on 3 Loads from Last Week
I've had some fairly decent luck since my last report. I got out of the habit of doing my write ups as soon as I got home. Sorry. I'm actually at the ABS right now, waiting for the lunch rush, so I thought I'd take advantage of the lull to catch you up.
Last week, I think it was Thursday, was when my luck began to turn. I got 3 that night, 2 of whom were truly high caliber.
The first one, though, was kind of ugly. Short dumpy guy, shaved head, with a weird knot at the top of his neck, like a flesh-colored apple. I sucked him through the gloryhole. His cock was salty, smallish, and had one of those foreskins that is still connected to the head, so it never slides free. I mostly only sucked this guy because I figured there would be slim pickings like every other time I've cruised lately. He wedged his foreskin between my lips (I had to squeeze them tight), and rutted his nut into the foreskin, which I then slurped out into my mouth.
The next guy was in his late 40s, muscular, big wide mustache and big wide long cock. He went to one of the larger gloryholes (7 inch square), which I always like because it's easier to get fucked in the ass through those. First I put it in my mouth. It was the kind of cock that immediately makes itself at home in a hole. I don't know know how else to describe this. The big fat weight of it, the clean but musky taste, the silky texture. I felt my mouth immediately pussify around that thing. He was uncircumcised too but his foreskin worked correctly, hugging the sides of his cock and lubricating my throat as he slid himself into me. After a while I got up and put my ass to the hole. He fucked it for a little while but lost his hard-on. I jumped around and squatted quickly just in case he hadn't realized his cock had been in my ass. I didn't want him to see. Sometimes they freak out. I went back to sucking and still loved it. After a while he said, "Give me that ass again," so I knew then that he had known. This time he didn't lose his erection. He long dicked me good for what must have been 20 minutes. His cock curved upward at just the right angle to make my prostate all tingly and warm and tight. I heard some slut in a movie moaning low and like a wild hurt animal -- I hate it when people turn the volume up so high on their movies, it's distracting. I had time to think about turning the volume down on the movie playing in my own booth, and did so, before realizing that the out of control moaning whore was me.
Then he came and left.
I was feeling slimy in my hole when I walked, wasn't sure I'd be able to hold it all in, so I went to the restroom.
The restroom is not part of the arcade. It's in the main part of the store, right by the cashier's station. Until the event I am about to describe, I've never done anything in there, though it's obvious how you would. The urinals are along the left hand side at the end of the wall. In the middle if the room, making a sort of island, are two toilet stalls, back to back from one another. The one facing away from the entrance has no door. It also happens to be less than two steps away from the urinals. All a guy had to do is look over his shoulder while pissing to see if the guy on the toilet is a cocksucker (licking lips, etc) or not. I've never cruised in there because the stakes for getting caught are high. Queens get banned for life for cruising in there, not because the owners have any problem with sex on the premises but because you don't have to pay to go to the bathroom and if guys are going to get their dicks sucked, management understandably wants to profit from it. I am too much of a whore to completely resist, though, and anytime a guy at the urinal looks back, I always lick my lips. Nothing has ever come of it before. This time, the guy pissing was a 30something skinny redheaded redneck with a Clark Gable mustache and slightly crossed eyes. When he sees me lick my lips he swings around and lets me get a look at his cock. Kind of skinny but a decent length. There's no way I could say no at this point (after I've seen the cute face and hard cock is the point of no return). I motioned him over. He took his station in front of me, where the door should have been in my stall, and I went to town on it. We heard the bathroom door open at one point so he slid to my right, opposite the urinals, walked around the stall island and started washing his hands. I didn't hear him again after that, and when the other guy left, I was afraid my guy had left, too. But he popped right back into place after a second. Meanwhile, remember, I've just been shitting the other guy's fuck out of my hole, and I haven't had time to wipe or anything. Dude pulls his cock out of my mouth and starts begging to fuck me. I try to wipe a little, but I'm rushed, and when I get up and turn around I hear him pulling more toilet paper off the roll. He starts dabbing at my hole with it. "I'm sorry," I say. "Its all right!" he whispers back. But I'm mortified, and not in a hot way.
When he did get his cock in, I could barely feel it. I've got a kind of loose gape at the best of times, and remember that I had just been ravished by fat dick daddy. I let him fuck around back there a little while then turned and sat, licked a streak of something reddish brown off of his head (shit or blood, I didn't care) and finished him off. He put the tips of all 8 fingers on the nape of my neck and set up a steady fucking action into my throat, shoving down with the fingers like you do when you're kneading dough. He got off pretty quickly after that.
I left the restroom a bit after he did. The cashier looked at me funny. But maybe that's my imagination.
I left.
I've had 6 more loads since that day, but I will tell them later.
Last week, I think it was Thursday, was when my luck began to turn. I got 3 that night, 2 of whom were truly high caliber.
The first one, though, was kind of ugly. Short dumpy guy, shaved head, with a weird knot at the top of his neck, like a flesh-colored apple. I sucked him through the gloryhole. His cock was salty, smallish, and had one of those foreskins that is still connected to the head, so it never slides free. I mostly only sucked this guy because I figured there would be slim pickings like every other time I've cruised lately. He wedged his foreskin between my lips (I had to squeeze them tight), and rutted his nut into the foreskin, which I then slurped out into my mouth.
The next guy was in his late 40s, muscular, big wide mustache and big wide long cock. He went to one of the larger gloryholes (7 inch square), which I always like because it's easier to get fucked in the ass through those. First I put it in my mouth. It was the kind of cock that immediately makes itself at home in a hole. I don't know know how else to describe this. The big fat weight of it, the clean but musky taste, the silky texture. I felt my mouth immediately pussify around that thing. He was uncircumcised too but his foreskin worked correctly, hugging the sides of his cock and lubricating my throat as he slid himself into me. After a while I got up and put my ass to the hole. He fucked it for a little while but lost his hard-on. I jumped around and squatted quickly just in case he hadn't realized his cock had been in my ass. I didn't want him to see. Sometimes they freak out. I went back to sucking and still loved it. After a while he said, "Give me that ass again," so I knew then that he had known. This time he didn't lose his erection. He long dicked me good for what must have been 20 minutes. His cock curved upward at just the right angle to make my prostate all tingly and warm and tight. I heard some slut in a movie moaning low and like a wild hurt animal -- I hate it when people turn the volume up so high on their movies, it's distracting. I had time to think about turning the volume down on the movie playing in my own booth, and did so, before realizing that the out of control moaning whore was me.
Then he came and left.
I was feeling slimy in my hole when I walked, wasn't sure I'd be able to hold it all in, so I went to the restroom.
The restroom is not part of the arcade. It's in the main part of the store, right by the cashier's station. Until the event I am about to describe, I've never done anything in there, though it's obvious how you would. The urinals are along the left hand side at the end of the wall. In the middle if the room, making a sort of island, are two toilet stalls, back to back from one another. The one facing away from the entrance has no door. It also happens to be less than two steps away from the urinals. All a guy had to do is look over his shoulder while pissing to see if the guy on the toilet is a cocksucker (licking lips, etc) or not. I've never cruised in there because the stakes for getting caught are high. Queens get banned for life for cruising in there, not because the owners have any problem with sex on the premises but because you don't have to pay to go to the bathroom and if guys are going to get their dicks sucked, management understandably wants to profit from it. I am too much of a whore to completely resist, though, and anytime a guy at the urinal looks back, I always lick my lips. Nothing has ever come of it before. This time, the guy pissing was a 30something skinny redheaded redneck with a Clark Gable mustache and slightly crossed eyes. When he sees me lick my lips he swings around and lets me get a look at his cock. Kind of skinny but a decent length. There's no way I could say no at this point (after I've seen the cute face and hard cock is the point of no return). I motioned him over. He took his station in front of me, where the door should have been in my stall, and I went to town on it. We heard the bathroom door open at one point so he slid to my right, opposite the urinals, walked around the stall island and started washing his hands. I didn't hear him again after that, and when the other guy left, I was afraid my guy had left, too. But he popped right back into place after a second. Meanwhile, remember, I've just been shitting the other guy's fuck out of my hole, and I haven't had time to wipe or anything. Dude pulls his cock out of my mouth and starts begging to fuck me. I try to wipe a little, but I'm rushed, and when I get up and turn around I hear him pulling more toilet paper off the roll. He starts dabbing at my hole with it. "I'm sorry," I say. "Its all right!" he whispers back. But I'm mortified, and not in a hot way.
When he did get his cock in, I could barely feel it. I've got a kind of loose gape at the best of times, and remember that I had just been ravished by fat dick daddy. I let him fuck around back there a little while then turned and sat, licked a streak of something reddish brown off of his head (shit or blood, I didn't care) and finished him off. He put the tips of all 8 fingers on the nape of my neck and set up a steady fucking action into my throat, shoving down with the fingers like you do when you're kneading dough. He got off pretty quickly after that.
I left the restroom a bit after he did. The cashier looked at me funny. But maybe that's my imagination.
I left.
I've had 6 more loads since that day, but I will tell them later.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Finally Got Some Decent Straight Cock
This was Tuesday afternoon. I had been hanging around at the ABS in Indiana for quite some time. It's still mostly cocksuckers (seven or eight of us), almost no trade. It always gets that way when they remodel -- for a week or two or three. The trade eventually shows back up.
I just happened to catch this guy as he came in, and managed to get right behind him and tail him all the way to a gloryhole booth without anybody else ever seeing him. He was in his mid-thirties, clean-cut, with the beginning of a little beer belly and a very large wedding ring. He had a "deputy sheriff in an old movie" kind of look about him -- hard, little eyes in a handsome, chubby, young face. If you know what I mean.
I watched him through the gloryhole as he tried to get the video working. These are brand new video machines and they're already fucking up. He put in about two dollars' worth of coins without bothering to check to see if it was working. Then nothing happened. The teaser video on the television continued to play. He hit the "channel up/channel down" buttons a few times with no luck. He put some more coins in. Still nothing.
There is no experience more frustrating than losing a trick because of a bad machine. Like I said, I happened to catch him by sheer luck, but if he had left that booth, he would have been lost to me.
He looked down through the hole, saw me waiting there for him, made a frustrated sound. It seemed to me that he thought he was lucky to have found a cocksucker (when it was really the other way around).
He finally put a dollar in the machine, which did make the video start playing.
I'm not sure why he thought he needed the machine playing. They don't yell at you at this particular place if you don't have your video playing. They pretty much don't even notice. Maybe he was just passing through, and didn't realize. Or maybe he actually needs to watch pussy porn while his dick gets sucked or else he can't get off from a guy. I like to think it's the latter.
His cock was nice and long and substantial, straight and thick and big-headed. I sucked it a while, then tried to get it into my ass, but he immediately put his fingers through along with his cock to see what I was doing. I pulled away before he could feel my ass, jumped back down onto my knees and started sucking again.
Unlike most big-cocked guys, he didn't seem to like getting deepthroated. I mean -- you sort of listen to what the cock is telling you while you suck it, you know, and every time I deepthroated, the cock sort of went, "meh." So I tried several other approaches until I settled on the one that seemed to get him the most excited, which was to just hold my mouth slack in an "O" shape, with my tongue lolling out, while he fucked into it. He didn't go very deep -- just the head and a couple of inches past it, in and out. When he came, the angle changed sharply, pointing almost straight up, like he had bent his knees more deeply in order to make himself shoot farther or harder or whatever.
I managed to get out of the booth long before he did. He actually waited until his time ran out on the video before he came out. He walked over, handed me his leftover tokens, and exited the arcade. I'm not sure if he knew that I was the one whose mouth he had just fucked his nut into, or not. I'm not sure if he cared.
I just happened to catch this guy as he came in, and managed to get right behind him and tail him all the way to a gloryhole booth without anybody else ever seeing him. He was in his mid-thirties, clean-cut, with the beginning of a little beer belly and a very large wedding ring. He had a "deputy sheriff in an old movie" kind of look about him -- hard, little eyes in a handsome, chubby, young face. If you know what I mean.
I watched him through the gloryhole as he tried to get the video working. These are brand new video machines and they're already fucking up. He put in about two dollars' worth of coins without bothering to check to see if it was working. Then nothing happened. The teaser video on the television continued to play. He hit the "channel up/channel down" buttons a few times with no luck. He put some more coins in. Still nothing.
There is no experience more frustrating than losing a trick because of a bad machine. Like I said, I happened to catch him by sheer luck, but if he had left that booth, he would have been lost to me.
He looked down through the hole, saw me waiting there for him, made a frustrated sound. It seemed to me that he thought he was lucky to have found a cocksucker (when it was really the other way around).
He finally put a dollar in the machine, which did make the video start playing.
I'm not sure why he thought he needed the machine playing. They don't yell at you at this particular place if you don't have your video playing. They pretty much don't even notice. Maybe he was just passing through, and didn't realize. Or maybe he actually needs to watch pussy porn while his dick gets sucked or else he can't get off from a guy. I like to think it's the latter.
His cock was nice and long and substantial, straight and thick and big-headed. I sucked it a while, then tried to get it into my ass, but he immediately put his fingers through along with his cock to see what I was doing. I pulled away before he could feel my ass, jumped back down onto my knees and started sucking again.
Unlike most big-cocked guys, he didn't seem to like getting deepthroated. I mean -- you sort of listen to what the cock is telling you while you suck it, you know, and every time I deepthroated, the cock sort of went, "meh." So I tried several other approaches until I settled on the one that seemed to get him the most excited, which was to just hold my mouth slack in an "O" shape, with my tongue lolling out, while he fucked into it. He didn't go very deep -- just the head and a couple of inches past it, in and out. When he came, the angle changed sharply, pointing almost straight up, like he had bent his knees more deeply in order to make himself shoot farther or harder or whatever.
I managed to get out of the booth long before he did. He actually waited until his time ran out on the video before he came out. He walked over, handed me his leftover tokens, and exited the arcade. I'm not sure if he knew that I was the one whose mouth he had just fucked his nut into, or not. I'm not sure if he cared.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Live Blogging My Dick Hunt Tonight
I'm at the ABS armed with my iPhone and the Blogger app. If there's any dick to be gotten, I'll get it and tell you about it before the taste of it has left my mouth. Wish me luck!
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Wide-Faced Older Brown Guy
Went to the ABS in Indiana again tonight -- nobody much there. When I first got there, I sucked off a guy I found on the other side of one of the gloryholes. He was older than me (probably late 50s), with a wide face and dark skin. Maybe American Indian, maybe an Arab, maybe Mexican. He fucked his nut into my mouth rhythmically and efficiently, with no wasted effort, grunted when he came.
After that I spent a few hours waiting, waiting, waiting. Nothing. Now I'm home typing this for you.
After that I spent a few hours waiting, waiting, waiting. Nothing. Now I'm home typing this for you.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
I Just Shat a Load of Jizz
Saturday I sucked off a pear-shaped guy at the ABS in Indiana. I'm not talking about his dick. I'm talking about the guy. He said he didn't want to get sucked, that he just wanted me to play with it. I was in the both with him, on my knees. I did play with it a little while but eventually it ended up in my mouth, somehow. Don't look at me like that. He didn't put up any kind of fight. Soon as it went in, he came.
Today I went back over there. Sucked off a tall 30-something redneck-type guy with one of those "C. Everett Coop" beards that goes around the edge of the face but never quite makes it into the face. I went into the booth with this one, too. I wasn't sure if he was cruising -- he was very rednecky -- but he did leave his door unlocked. I figured I might as well take a peek. Sure enough, he was sitting on the stool with his cock out and his hands on his hips in a "well, hurry up and give me my blowjob" kind of pose. Awesomeness! He had a fairly small, very sensitive cock. When he was getting ready to cum he said, "You better stop, you better stop, I'm going to cum." I pulled off, but I kept the tip of my tongue on it. I looked up at him: "You don't want to cum?" From the look on his face, I think it had never occurred to him that I might want to take the cum. I went straight down on it, all the way to the base, and he shot in my mouth just immediately. His tender little balls curled up tight together right under my lower lip. I've never seen balls pull up that tight and high and yet remain so, well, ball-like and hard.
There was a tall, thin black guy with a very fat uncircumcised cock in one of the gloryhole booths. I made the finger-signal at the hole, but he didn't acknowledge it. I left. I got bored about twenty minutes later and checked on him again. He was still in there, still playing with his very hard cock, still watching straight movies. I decided to put my ass up to the hole and see if that's what he was looking for. It was. He put it through immediately. His dick was pretty fat and long -- I'm guessing most guys have a hard time taking it. As soon as I got it all the way in, he came, pulled out of the hole, put his pants on, and left, just like that. I didn't even have time to zip up before I heard the front door of the arcade banging shut.
I might go back out. I shat a huge load of thick, milky jizz just now. It's got me horny again.
Today I went back over there. Sucked off a tall 30-something redneck-type guy with one of those "C. Everett Coop" beards that goes around the edge of the face but never quite makes it into the face. I went into the booth with this one, too. I wasn't sure if he was cruising -- he was very rednecky -- but he did leave his door unlocked. I figured I might as well take a peek. Sure enough, he was sitting on the stool with his cock out and his hands on his hips in a "well, hurry up and give me my blowjob" kind of pose. Awesomeness! He had a fairly small, very sensitive cock. When he was getting ready to cum he said, "You better stop, you better stop, I'm going to cum." I pulled off, but I kept the tip of my tongue on it. I looked up at him: "You don't want to cum?" From the look on his face, I think it had never occurred to him that I might want to take the cum. I went straight down on it, all the way to the base, and he shot in my mouth just immediately. His tender little balls curled up tight together right under my lower lip. I've never seen balls pull up that tight and high and yet remain so, well, ball-like and hard.
There was a tall, thin black guy with a very fat uncircumcised cock in one of the gloryhole booths. I made the finger-signal at the hole, but he didn't acknowledge it. I left. I got bored about twenty minutes later and checked on him again. He was still in there, still playing with his very hard cock, still watching straight movies. I decided to put my ass up to the hole and see if that's what he was looking for. It was. He put it through immediately. His dick was pretty fat and long -- I'm guessing most guys have a hard time taking it. As soon as I got it all the way in, he came, pulled out of the hole, put his pants on, and left, just like that. I didn't even have time to zip up before I heard the front door of the arcade banging shut.
I might go back out. I shat a huge load of thick, milky jizz just now. It's got me horny again.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
I've Sucked 3 More Since Last Post
Renovation at the ABS in Indiana is complete. You'll be happy to know that after replacing the old TVs with new TVs (and getting rid of the gloryholes in the process), they went back in and put the gloryholes back in -- larger, in some cases. I don't know why they got rid of them while putting the new TVs in. Weird.
I kind of miss the old gloryholes -- the ones that were there until about a month ago. Those were the exact gloryholes I've been taking cock through for more than two decades. I had my sentimental memories, you know? Silly, but true.
This is the second time in as many months that they've gotten rid of all the gloryholes then put them back. The first time it happened, "straight guy needing a blowjob" traffic died down immediately and didn't come back for a while. We're still in the "died down" phase right now. Lots of cocksuckers hanging out, but very few cocks. Accordingly, my standards are still a little lower than usual.
The first guy I want to tell you about was middle-aged, black haired, walked with a limp, had a very big, nice cock that pointed hard to his left, and banged his head on the wall on the other side when he came. He was the only guy I got off that night, though I did mess around with a few others who didn't cum.
Generally, if a guy doesn't cum, I don't count him as having had sex with me.
That was, I think, this past Wednesday.
Last night, I sucked two cocks. On Friday and Saturday nights at this place there's usually a number of straight couples who stop by and have sex in the booths, and they have their own 'fans' who hang out and wait for them -- usually chubby, unhappy-looking straight guys. The gloryhole interruption has put a crimp in that arrangement, just like it has for my kind of cruising. There were a handful of the straight guys hanging out waiting for couples, but no couples. I managed to suck off two of these guys. I know they were there for the couples because I've seen them cruise couples before -- they run around in packs, whispering to each other, heading each other off at the pass, worse than queens about it. I've also seen them "score" before. So their straight creds are real. I think they only did it with me last night because I was a last resort.
Both were pudgy guys with beards, kind of wheezy. The first one, who I've sucked before, has a very nice, big, fat cock. I went into a booth with him to suck it. The second guy let me suck him through the gloryhole, but only after he had been there for several hours. Like I said: last resort.
I hope it picks up soon.
I kind of miss the old gloryholes -- the ones that were there until about a month ago. Those were the exact gloryholes I've been taking cock through for more than two decades. I had my sentimental memories, you know? Silly, but true.
This is the second time in as many months that they've gotten rid of all the gloryholes then put them back. The first time it happened, "straight guy needing a blowjob" traffic died down immediately and didn't come back for a while. We're still in the "died down" phase right now. Lots of cocksuckers hanging out, but very few cocks. Accordingly, my standards are still a little lower than usual.
The first guy I want to tell you about was middle-aged, black haired, walked with a limp, had a very big, nice cock that pointed hard to his left, and banged his head on the wall on the other side when he came. He was the only guy I got off that night, though I did mess around with a few others who didn't cum.
Generally, if a guy doesn't cum, I don't count him as having had sex with me.
That was, I think, this past Wednesday.
Last night, I sucked two cocks. On Friday and Saturday nights at this place there's usually a number of straight couples who stop by and have sex in the booths, and they have their own 'fans' who hang out and wait for them -- usually chubby, unhappy-looking straight guys. The gloryhole interruption has put a crimp in that arrangement, just like it has for my kind of cruising. There were a handful of the straight guys hanging out waiting for couples, but no couples. I managed to suck off two of these guys. I know they were there for the couples because I've seen them cruise couples before -- they run around in packs, whispering to each other, heading each other off at the pass, worse than queens about it. I've also seen them "score" before. So their straight creds are real. I think they only did it with me last night because I was a last resort.
Both were pudgy guys with beards, kind of wheezy. The first one, who I've sucked before, has a very nice, big, fat cock. I went into a booth with him to suck it. The second guy let me suck him through the gloryhole, but only after he had been there for several hours. Like I said: last resort.
I hope it picks up soon.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
I Think My Standards Are Slipping
Yesterday I did the Craigslist thing. I generally don't like cruising that way, for all the obvious reasons (guys who are not real; guys who just want to email back and forth and get pics; guys who say they are on their way but never show up, etc). Sometimes it works out, though. I posted two ads -- one about how I wanted to eat jizz, and one about getting my manpussy fucked (I know it's not really a pussy, but I like the kind of guys who are turned on by thinking about it that way). I ended up getting three loads out of the two ads. Two of the guys responded to the manpussy ad. One of them responded to the blowjob ad. Nobody fucked me, though.
The first guy was just a kid. He had answered the blowjob ad. He did have tattoos, which you have to be older than 18 to get. Otherwise I'd have been worried. He looked very young to me. It was obviously his parents' house, and it was obviously the bedroom he grew up in, with all his teen stuff still up on the walls -- football trophies and such. He was a thuggish light-skinned black kid with a thick gold chain that went all the way down to his waist. He pulled his pants down, sat on the edge of his bed, then laid back. "You'll have to get me hard," he said. That wasn't a problem. His cock, once hard, turned out to be enormous. I'd say ten inches at least. Started out normal-thickness at the top but got very thick at the base. I sucked it all the way down (he freaked out a little when I did that -- in a good way). I couldn't do it but once. I usually don't have any problem fucking down hard over and over into my throat-chute, but there was something about the angle that made me gag more than usual. He didn't mind. I got his load after a while. He called me "baby" when he came, as in, "I'm about to cum, baby." He gently held my head and tried to push it all the way down again, but I couldn't take it quite down to the pubes. His head was past my throat-threshold when he came, though.
"I got to be discreet about this," he told me, as we were getting dressed.
"Of course," I said.
The next guy was another thuggish black guy who lived in a halfway house or boarding house or something like that. He had a wide face, a white dew-rag, was very friendly and horny. His dick wasn't nearly as big as the other guy's -- just a normal dick, curving up. He laid flat on his bed, wanted me to lay facing his cock and suck it while he slapped my ass. I was happy to oblige. He came a lot. It didn't have a taste to it, it was so thick. He had answered the assfucking ad, but didn't end up fucking my ass.
The third guy -- the only white guy of the evening -- had also answered the assfucking ad. He'd said in his emails that he was a straight dominant top, but I got to his house and it was all fagged-out with decor. You know what I mean? Little cute dog and four-poster bed. He looked kind of like Lurch. I sucked him and got out of there. He wasn't somebody I would have done normally.
That was all yesterday.
Today I went to Theatair X and sucked off a fat guy with a tiny dick who watched gay porn while I sucked him. He seemed straight except for the "watching gay porn" part. I told myself it was because that is what happened to start playing when he put his quarter in (I was already sucking him when that happened), and he was too into the blowjob to change it. But still. He did change the volume.
My standards are slipping. I gotta get a grip.
The first guy was just a kid. He had answered the blowjob ad. He did have tattoos, which you have to be older than 18 to get. Otherwise I'd have been worried. He looked very young to me. It was obviously his parents' house, and it was obviously the bedroom he grew up in, with all his teen stuff still up on the walls -- football trophies and such. He was a thuggish light-skinned black kid with a thick gold chain that went all the way down to his waist. He pulled his pants down, sat on the edge of his bed, then laid back. "You'll have to get me hard," he said. That wasn't a problem. His cock, once hard, turned out to be enormous. I'd say ten inches at least. Started out normal-thickness at the top but got very thick at the base. I sucked it all the way down (he freaked out a little when I did that -- in a good way). I couldn't do it but once. I usually don't have any problem fucking down hard over and over into my throat-chute, but there was something about the angle that made me gag more than usual. He didn't mind. I got his load after a while. He called me "baby" when he came, as in, "I'm about to cum, baby." He gently held my head and tried to push it all the way down again, but I couldn't take it quite down to the pubes. His head was past my throat-threshold when he came, though.
"I got to be discreet about this," he told me, as we were getting dressed.
"Of course," I said.
The next guy was another thuggish black guy who lived in a halfway house or boarding house or something like that. He had a wide face, a white dew-rag, was very friendly and horny. His dick wasn't nearly as big as the other guy's -- just a normal dick, curving up. He laid flat on his bed, wanted me to lay facing his cock and suck it while he slapped my ass. I was happy to oblige. He came a lot. It didn't have a taste to it, it was so thick. He had answered the assfucking ad, but didn't end up fucking my ass.
The third guy -- the only white guy of the evening -- had also answered the assfucking ad. He'd said in his emails that he was a straight dominant top, but I got to his house and it was all fagged-out with decor. You know what I mean? Little cute dog and four-poster bed. He looked kind of like Lurch. I sucked him and got out of there. He wasn't somebody I would have done normally.
That was all yesterday.
Today I went to Theatair X and sucked off a fat guy with a tiny dick who watched gay porn while I sucked him. He seemed straight except for the "watching gay porn" part. I told myself it was because that is what happened to start playing when he put his quarter in (I was already sucking him when that happened), and he was too into the blowjob to change it. But still. He did change the volume.
My standards are slipping. I gotta get a grip.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Where Should I Cruise Today?
So it's the day before Thanksgiving, 2011. I'm hoping that there will be guys in town trying to get away from their families. Here are my cruising options:
1. Theatair X in Indiana. Very cruisy up until recently. They've been remodeling. Thoughts on this: the guys from out of town don't know about the remodeling, so they might show up in droves. On the other hand, most of the guys I suck at this place, when I do suck guys there, are truckers. Truckers aren't likely to be on the road today. Right? Or wrong? I don't know. Hm.
2. Louisville Manor on Dixie Highway. Hit or miss. The kind of place that you can sit in alone for hours, then have three guys in a row come in looking for a blowjob. This is where the two pseudothugs got into a fight over whose bitch I was. If there are no other cocksuckers in there, it suits me fine. If there's even one other cocksucker, the place is useless, because of the low traffic.
3. Showboat. Mostly old men but the occasional spectacular straight working guy comes in, gets blown, leaves. Rarer and rarer lately though.
So tell me. Where should I go? I only have a few hours free.
1. Theatair X in Indiana. Very cruisy up until recently. They've been remodeling. Thoughts on this: the guys from out of town don't know about the remodeling, so they might show up in droves. On the other hand, most of the guys I suck at this place, when I do suck guys there, are truckers. Truckers aren't likely to be on the road today. Right? Or wrong? I don't know. Hm.
2. Louisville Manor on Dixie Highway. Hit or miss. The kind of place that you can sit in alone for hours, then have three guys in a row come in looking for a blowjob. This is where the two pseudothugs got into a fight over whose bitch I was. If there are no other cocksuckers in there, it suits me fine. If there's even one other cocksucker, the place is useless, because of the low traffic.
3. Showboat. Mostly old men but the occasional spectacular straight working guy comes in, gets blown, leaves. Rarer and rarer lately though.
So tell me. Where should I go? I only have a few hours free.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Couple of Stray Blowjobs I Forgot to Mention
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Thursday, November 10, 2011
Hot or Not: Making My Mouth Look Like a Pussy
I can curl my tongue around on itself to make it into a tunnel. Most people can't do this.
Sometimes when I am at the gloryhole, I hold my tongue like that in the hopes of making my mouth look more like a pussy. But I'm not sure if it's really working. It also kind of looks like a dog dick, which is maybe gross.
If you saw this through the gloryhole:
Or this, in person:
... would it turn you on or off? Does it make you want to fuck the pink? Or disgust you?
Also (and this is important), what kind of guy are you? Are you gay, straight, bi, etc? Just there to get your dick sucked, versatile, what? I need to know this because I think it may turn on the right kinds of guys (straight, just there to get off, horny and needing relief), and turn off the kinds I'm not interested in. Or maybe not. I just don't know. That's why I'm asking!
Sometimes when I am at the gloryhole, I hold my tongue like that in the hopes of making my mouth look more like a pussy. But I'm not sure if it's really working. It also kind of looks like a dog dick, which is maybe gross.
If you saw this through the gloryhole:
... would it turn you on or off? Does it make you want to fuck the pink? Or disgust you?
Also (and this is important), what kind of guy are you? Are you gay, straight, bi, etc? Just there to get your dick sucked, versatile, what? I need to know this because I think it may turn on the right kinds of guys (straight, just there to get off, horny and needing relief), and turn off the kinds I'm not interested in. Or maybe not. I just don't know. That's why I'm asking!
I Got Pimped Out!
Here's what happened last night when I cruised. You're going to think I made part of this up. I didn't make any of it up, though. It was weird.
Mid-week still seems to be the most interesting time to cruise for cock. Weekends, the bookstores around Louisville are too jam-packed with swinging straight couples and fashionable bar queens -- two categories of cruiser who tend to scare off my perfect trick, the "straight" guy who a). doesn't want to be seen by women, any women, even the ugly women in these swinging straight couples, letting a guy suck his dick, and b). doesn't want to be reminded of how "gay" what he's doing is, so the presence of silly gossiping queens is a sure turn-off, too.
I decided to stay on the Kentucky side of the river last night, mainly because of the remodeling over at my favorite bookstore in Indiana, which I mentioned in a previous post.
Over on this side, almost all the bookstores went to a similar business model a few years back. You feed a $10 bill into a slot in a door in the back of the store, which gives you entry to an area where there's a movie theater plus a bunch of video booths that play videos for "free" (not counting the ten bucks you paid to get back there, of course). I didn't like it when it first happened because it seriously cut down on the "young guy with only a couple of bucks to his name" trade. I still don't like it, but ah well. The way that it happened all at once, for almost all of the bookstores over here (there's only one exception), makes me think that it was a legal thing. Maybe if there's a locked door between the public and the cruising, the cruisers have more of a legal right to do what they're doing, or a presumption of privacy, or something? The one exception to this scheme, a bookstore I hardly ever go to, actually has a locked front door: you have to ring a doorbell to be let into the store itself. But once inside, you pay individually for booth time and/or to go back to the movie theater, just like the old days. I hardly ever go there. I don't know why.
First I went to a place called "Showboat," where I've been cruising on and off since around 1992 or so. I could fill several books with stories of cruising there, but I don't trust my memory when it comes to any sex story more than 72 hours or so old. They get better over time, I think, and shade into fantasy, which is why I only write about things that have just recently happened.
I was followed in by a fat, ugly guy. More on him later.
At Showboat, there are two gloryholes, but only one of them is unblocked at any given time. It's a random thing. They put boards across the other hole when it's not in use. Since you don't have to pay to use the booths, though, it's rare that the gloryhole is of any use to a cocksucker like me -- generally, some old queen has been camped out in there for hours, eyeball glued to the hole, by the time you arrive.
This time, though, there was a scraggly roofer-type guy with an enormous and beautiful cock on the other side of the hole. I hardly ever actually get enormous cocks in my cruising experiences (most guys, predictably enough, are average-sized), so when I do, I really try to make it last. I took him all the way to the verge of cumming several times, then backed off. He was very expressive. I felt like I was literally playing a musical instrument -- every flick of my tongue or motion of my mouth made a different noise come out of his face, about three feet above me and on the other side of the wall. Mostly sighing, but also little yips from time to time, and even panting like a pregnant lady right before he came.
That, and the pulsing of the vein under his cock, was the only sign that he had gotten off. His cock was so far down my throat when it happened that I didn't taste anything.
After he left (I jumped out of the booth to make sure I saw him -- scraggly, bearded, beat-down looking construction guy -- not the confident foreman type of construction guy, but the one just barely hanging onto a job who gets paid minimum wage, kind of construction guy). Hot.
Then I went into the theater. This place has a lot of old men. Now, I myself am pretty old (almost 50), and I don't believe in being rude to individuals just because of how long they happen to have lived. In daily life, I show a great deal of respect to gentlemen who are in their 70s and 80s. I just don't want to suck them off at an adult bookstore. Fortunately, they're not very aggressive. They just sort of sit there. I see them messing around with each other from time to time. I think the theater attracts these guys because they're retired, and because, as cruising goes, sitting in a plush (but filthy) theater seat is less physical strain than any other way. I imagine in twenty years I'll be sitting here with them, just trying my luck. Why not? But for now, they are of no interest to me.
The fat ugly guy who followed me in was sitting in the back row, on the seat that doesn't have a seat in front of it because the back row is longer than the other rows, with his legs conspicuously spread open, his cock out, playing with it. "Suck me," he shout-whispered across the theater.
I thought about it.
I decided he was too ugly for right now.
I went back to the booth area, but he followed me again. He got into the gloryhole booth.
So, yeah, I thought about it again. At least nobody would see me sucking the ugly guy this way. And it would take him out of the picture (if somebody hot did come in, his aggressiveness could possibly chase them away). So I decided, what the hell. I went into the booth and sucked him.
He had a small dick. It was one of those kind that seems to stay dry even when it's wet. Weird scaly texture. You know what I mean? I sucked and sucked. He was really enjoying it, humping the hole and whispering filthy stuff. Those ugly guys really get nasty when they get some, which is one of the things I like about ugly guys. When I took my mouth off and looked at his cock, he kept humping, kept up the obscenities, just like my mouth was still on it.
So I decided to let the ugly guy fuck me.
As soon as I got his cock in my hole (it didn't take any effort at all), he started cumming. He grunted three times, like a guy at the gym doing the last three sit-ups of a difficult set. I actually heard the cum fill up my ass, a little wet "click" sound (one advantage of a tiny cock in a large ass).
I didn't bother jumping out of the booth because I knew what he looked like.
I waited around for another thirty minutes or so, but nobody else showed up. It was just me and the old men. I decided to try my luck somewhere else. This is always the problem when I cruise the Kentucky side: I end up going to more than once place. It's an old habit from when I used to cruise here as a kid, and they were cheaper. There was a circuit I made, up and down 7th avenue then over to Dixie Highway and back. I can't get that out of my system, even though it's $10 a pop now for each bookstore.
I went to the one out on Dixie Highway, which is attached to a by-the-hour motel. You'd think that the motel and the bookstore would have a lot of crossover traffic, but if there is, I've never noticed it (and, like I said, I've been cruising these places since the early 90s).
This place is one where patience pays off. Hardly anybody goes there, but the percentage of downlow guys in the mix is very, very, very high. Most cruise spots, you're one of a dozen queens waiting for the straight guys to come in -- and when they do, one of you snaps him up and it's the next queen's turn the next time. At this place, you walk in and it's dead empty, but a random guy will come in, let you suck him, then leave you alone in the theater for another thirty minutes until another guy shows up. Ideally. I have been there when other queens were in there, and it does destroy the potential of the place. The traffic is so light, and there's such a long pause in between men, that just one other competitor can really screw with you and take every single cock (unlike the bookstore in Indiana, where there's plenty of cock to go around, usually, even though the halls are lined with fags).
As soon as I got through the buzzer-door, a black queen came out of the theater to get a look at me (when you're sitting in the theater, you can hear the money go in the slot, and it takes a while before the door opens, so this gives you a chance, if you want to take it, of having a look at everything that comes in). He was pretty good looking -- shaved head, beefy body, middle-class type guy -- but I could tell he was a cocksucker by the intensity in his eyes when he looked at me, and the disappointment that hit them immediately when he realized I was a cocksucker, too. He breezed on past. I went into the theater. There was one guy sitting in the back playing with himself, but I've seen that guy here before, and that's all he does.
They have their theater set up so that in addition to the theater chairs, there's an actual sofa sitting perpendicular to the screen at the far end. Usually guys who want to get sucked sit there, since it's more comfortable, and you can really spread your legs out. Since there wasn't any trade here, I sat there (strictly for the comfort) and kind of dozed off.
After a while, another black guy came in -- at first I thought it was the queen from when I first came in, but no. He walked into the theater, came down the second row of seats, which led directly to him standing right in front of my face. Pulled out his cock. I sucked it a while. It didn't get hard. He left the theater.
I decided to follow.
We went into a booth together. He was short, black as black gets, had a Roman nose and very intense eyes. I sucked him a while, then he started reaching behind me to touch my ass. I should mention that I have a large ass -- 46 waist, with almost all of that being in the behind rather than in the in-front. I don't have a special thing for black guys (I like them if they're masculine, just like I like any masculine man), but they often have a special thing for me, because of my big thick round ass. Here's a picture of it:
So I'm bent over trying to suck this short guy, and he's bent over me trying to get his fingers in my hole, while we're both in this tiny booth. It was awkward. I stood up. "Let me fuck that fat ass, bitch," he was saying to me. He was very into talking like a thug, though he wasn't dressed like one. I don't know if he assumed I had a thug fetish, or if he had one himself, but it wasn't very convincing (until a little later -- hang on). I still liked it. I let him try to fuck me for a little while, but he still wasn't hard. I'm loose enough that he was able to bang it in a few times, even half-hard. Then he pulled out, told me he wasn't ready to cum, and said, "clean it off with your mouth, bitch," which I did.
He hung out in the halls after that, playing on his phone (one of those Androids with the very wide screen -- I don't get it; those phones seem too big to me).
After a while a straight-looking white guy came in, went to a booth, and my guy (I'm going to call him Black Guy Number One, or BGNO, to distinguish him from another character who's going to show up in a minute) cruised him hard, knocking on the booth door, whispering through the crack, etc.
I went back to the theater. Dozed off again.
I heard BGNO talking to somebody out in the hall, so I decided to go see what was going on.
He was talking to another black guy -- this one was tall, and very fat in the belly, but masculine. When I came out of the theater, they both stopped talking. I stepped between them to go down the line of booths. They split up -- fat guy went into the theater, and BGNO followed me.
"You ought to suck that guy," he said. "He's got a big cock. Go suck him."
I went into the theater, and Black Guy Number Two was sitting on the sofa, legs spread, cock out. I went over and just knelt down and started sucking, without asking him or making any moves on it. He liked it. It wasn't all that big. It was thick, but short (partially because some of it was hidden in his gut).
"Yeah, suck that cock, white bitch," he said, with special emphasis on the last word.
Just like the first guy, I didn't really take the "bitch" part seriously. This guy seemed middle class to me. He was just playing out some fantasy of his own, or playing to a fantasy he assumed I was having. I thought.
After a while, Black Guy Number One came and stood close by, sort of over BGNT's shoulder, with his cock out. BGNT didn't notice at first. When he did, he stood up, arms out at his side (meanwhile I'm still kneeling there). "Get the fuck off me, N-----!"
BGNO and BGNT yelled at each other for a while, taking turns inviting each other out to the parking lot to fight, and etc. I kept kneeling there. Didn't know what to do.
Finally, Black Guy Number One starts to walk away, and I go back to sucking Number Two's cock. "Suck it bitch," he says, extra loud.
Which causes Number One to come back. "No, you don't get that bitch. That's my bitch." He tugs at my hair and pulls my head toward his crotch.
"Take the damn bitch, I don't want it," says Number Two.
I get up and start to leave with Number One (who was, let's face it, a lot hotter anyway), but Number Two yells back at us, "And I want my money back."
Number One reaches into his back pocket, pulls out his wallet, gets some bills out, hands them to the second guy, then grabs my shoulder. "Come on."
I mean: seriously. He had charged the second guy for my services! I'm just a fat forty-something cocksucker, not some hot little bitch -- this is the stuff of porn stories and lies. But it happened. I probably should have been offended (because a). I suck for free, and b). I wasn't seeing any of that money, and c). I didn't even know that he had done it), but it turned me on, to be honest.
I went into a booth with the first guy, he fucked me until he came, then I went back to the theater. Number Two was still sitting on the sofa.
"I'm sorry that happened," I said.
"It's all right," he said. He was playing on his phone -- also one of those wide Androids.
"Can I suck you now?"
"Better not."
"You don't have to pay. That other guy left."
He said, "I don't think he's gone."
I sat there a while watching him play on his phone, then I left.
He had been right: the first guy hadn't left. He followed me out the door. He followed me to my car. But I ignored him, and took off.
I guess he really did think I was his bitch.
Mid-week still seems to be the most interesting time to cruise for cock. Weekends, the bookstores around Louisville are too jam-packed with swinging straight couples and fashionable bar queens -- two categories of cruiser who tend to scare off my perfect trick, the "straight" guy who a). doesn't want to be seen by women, any women, even the ugly women in these swinging straight couples, letting a guy suck his dick, and b). doesn't want to be reminded of how "gay" what he's doing is, so the presence of silly gossiping queens is a sure turn-off, too.
I decided to stay on the Kentucky side of the river last night, mainly because of the remodeling over at my favorite bookstore in Indiana, which I mentioned in a previous post.
Over on this side, almost all the bookstores went to a similar business model a few years back. You feed a $10 bill into a slot in a door in the back of the store, which gives you entry to an area where there's a movie theater plus a bunch of video booths that play videos for "free" (not counting the ten bucks you paid to get back there, of course). I didn't like it when it first happened because it seriously cut down on the "young guy with only a couple of bucks to his name" trade. I still don't like it, but ah well. The way that it happened all at once, for almost all of the bookstores over here (there's only one exception), makes me think that it was a legal thing. Maybe if there's a locked door between the public and the cruising, the cruisers have more of a legal right to do what they're doing, or a presumption of privacy, or something? The one exception to this scheme, a bookstore I hardly ever go to, actually has a locked front door: you have to ring a doorbell to be let into the store itself. But once inside, you pay individually for booth time and/or to go back to the movie theater, just like the old days. I hardly ever go there. I don't know why.
First I went to a place called "Showboat," where I've been cruising on and off since around 1992 or so. I could fill several books with stories of cruising there, but I don't trust my memory when it comes to any sex story more than 72 hours or so old. They get better over time, I think, and shade into fantasy, which is why I only write about things that have just recently happened.
I was followed in by a fat, ugly guy. More on him later.
At Showboat, there are two gloryholes, but only one of them is unblocked at any given time. It's a random thing. They put boards across the other hole when it's not in use. Since you don't have to pay to use the booths, though, it's rare that the gloryhole is of any use to a cocksucker like me -- generally, some old queen has been camped out in there for hours, eyeball glued to the hole, by the time you arrive.
This time, though, there was a scraggly roofer-type guy with an enormous and beautiful cock on the other side of the hole. I hardly ever actually get enormous cocks in my cruising experiences (most guys, predictably enough, are average-sized), so when I do, I really try to make it last. I took him all the way to the verge of cumming several times, then backed off. He was very expressive. I felt like I was literally playing a musical instrument -- every flick of my tongue or motion of my mouth made a different noise come out of his face, about three feet above me and on the other side of the wall. Mostly sighing, but also little yips from time to time, and even panting like a pregnant lady right before he came.
That, and the pulsing of the vein under his cock, was the only sign that he had gotten off. His cock was so far down my throat when it happened that I didn't taste anything.
After he left (I jumped out of the booth to make sure I saw him -- scraggly, bearded, beat-down looking construction guy -- not the confident foreman type of construction guy, but the one just barely hanging onto a job who gets paid minimum wage, kind of construction guy). Hot.
Then I went into the theater. This place has a lot of old men. Now, I myself am pretty old (almost 50), and I don't believe in being rude to individuals just because of how long they happen to have lived. In daily life, I show a great deal of respect to gentlemen who are in their 70s and 80s. I just don't want to suck them off at an adult bookstore. Fortunately, they're not very aggressive. They just sort of sit there. I see them messing around with each other from time to time. I think the theater attracts these guys because they're retired, and because, as cruising goes, sitting in a plush (but filthy) theater seat is less physical strain than any other way. I imagine in twenty years I'll be sitting here with them, just trying my luck. Why not? But for now, they are of no interest to me.
The fat ugly guy who followed me in was sitting in the back row, on the seat that doesn't have a seat in front of it because the back row is longer than the other rows, with his legs conspicuously spread open, his cock out, playing with it. "Suck me," he shout-whispered across the theater.
I thought about it.
I decided he was too ugly for right now.
I went back to the booth area, but he followed me again. He got into the gloryhole booth.
So, yeah, I thought about it again. At least nobody would see me sucking the ugly guy this way. And it would take him out of the picture (if somebody hot did come in, his aggressiveness could possibly chase them away). So I decided, what the hell. I went into the booth and sucked him.
He had a small dick. It was one of those kind that seems to stay dry even when it's wet. Weird scaly texture. You know what I mean? I sucked and sucked. He was really enjoying it, humping the hole and whispering filthy stuff. Those ugly guys really get nasty when they get some, which is one of the things I like about ugly guys. When I took my mouth off and looked at his cock, he kept humping, kept up the obscenities, just like my mouth was still on it.
So I decided to let the ugly guy fuck me.
As soon as I got his cock in my hole (it didn't take any effort at all), he started cumming. He grunted three times, like a guy at the gym doing the last three sit-ups of a difficult set. I actually heard the cum fill up my ass, a little wet "click" sound (one advantage of a tiny cock in a large ass).
I didn't bother jumping out of the booth because I knew what he looked like.
I waited around for another thirty minutes or so, but nobody else showed up. It was just me and the old men. I decided to try my luck somewhere else. This is always the problem when I cruise the Kentucky side: I end up going to more than once place. It's an old habit from when I used to cruise here as a kid, and they were cheaper. There was a circuit I made, up and down 7th avenue then over to Dixie Highway and back. I can't get that out of my system, even though it's $10 a pop now for each bookstore.
I went to the one out on Dixie Highway, which is attached to a by-the-hour motel. You'd think that the motel and the bookstore would have a lot of crossover traffic, but if there is, I've never noticed it (and, like I said, I've been cruising these places since the early 90s).
This place is one where patience pays off. Hardly anybody goes there, but the percentage of downlow guys in the mix is very, very, very high. Most cruise spots, you're one of a dozen queens waiting for the straight guys to come in -- and when they do, one of you snaps him up and it's the next queen's turn the next time. At this place, you walk in and it's dead empty, but a random guy will come in, let you suck him, then leave you alone in the theater for another thirty minutes until another guy shows up. Ideally. I have been there when other queens were in there, and it does destroy the potential of the place. The traffic is so light, and there's such a long pause in between men, that just one other competitor can really screw with you and take every single cock (unlike the bookstore in Indiana, where there's plenty of cock to go around, usually, even though the halls are lined with fags).
As soon as I got through the buzzer-door, a black queen came out of the theater to get a look at me (when you're sitting in the theater, you can hear the money go in the slot, and it takes a while before the door opens, so this gives you a chance, if you want to take it, of having a look at everything that comes in). He was pretty good looking -- shaved head, beefy body, middle-class type guy -- but I could tell he was a cocksucker by the intensity in his eyes when he looked at me, and the disappointment that hit them immediately when he realized I was a cocksucker, too. He breezed on past. I went into the theater. There was one guy sitting in the back playing with himself, but I've seen that guy here before, and that's all he does.
They have their theater set up so that in addition to the theater chairs, there's an actual sofa sitting perpendicular to the screen at the far end. Usually guys who want to get sucked sit there, since it's more comfortable, and you can really spread your legs out. Since there wasn't any trade here, I sat there (strictly for the comfort) and kind of dozed off.
After a while, another black guy came in -- at first I thought it was the queen from when I first came in, but no. He walked into the theater, came down the second row of seats, which led directly to him standing right in front of my face. Pulled out his cock. I sucked it a while. It didn't get hard. He left the theater.
I decided to follow.
We went into a booth together. He was short, black as black gets, had a Roman nose and very intense eyes. I sucked him a while, then he started reaching behind me to touch my ass. I should mention that I have a large ass -- 46 waist, with almost all of that being in the behind rather than in the in-front. I don't have a special thing for black guys (I like them if they're masculine, just like I like any masculine man), but they often have a special thing for me, because of my big thick round ass. Here's a picture of it:
So I'm bent over trying to suck this short guy, and he's bent over me trying to get his fingers in my hole, while we're both in this tiny booth. It was awkward. I stood up. "Let me fuck that fat ass, bitch," he was saying to me. He was very into talking like a thug, though he wasn't dressed like one. I don't know if he assumed I had a thug fetish, or if he had one himself, but it wasn't very convincing (until a little later -- hang on). I still liked it. I let him try to fuck me for a little while, but he still wasn't hard. I'm loose enough that he was able to bang it in a few times, even half-hard. Then he pulled out, told me he wasn't ready to cum, and said, "clean it off with your mouth, bitch," which I did.
He hung out in the halls after that, playing on his phone (one of those Androids with the very wide screen -- I don't get it; those phones seem too big to me).
After a while a straight-looking white guy came in, went to a booth, and my guy (I'm going to call him Black Guy Number One, or BGNO, to distinguish him from another character who's going to show up in a minute) cruised him hard, knocking on the booth door, whispering through the crack, etc.
I went back to the theater. Dozed off again.
I heard BGNO talking to somebody out in the hall, so I decided to go see what was going on.
He was talking to another black guy -- this one was tall, and very fat in the belly, but masculine. When I came out of the theater, they both stopped talking. I stepped between them to go down the line of booths. They split up -- fat guy went into the theater, and BGNO followed me.
"You ought to suck that guy," he said. "He's got a big cock. Go suck him."
I went into the theater, and Black Guy Number Two was sitting on the sofa, legs spread, cock out. I went over and just knelt down and started sucking, without asking him or making any moves on it. He liked it. It wasn't all that big. It was thick, but short (partially because some of it was hidden in his gut).
"Yeah, suck that cock, white bitch," he said, with special emphasis on the last word.
Just like the first guy, I didn't really take the "bitch" part seriously. This guy seemed middle class to me. He was just playing out some fantasy of his own, or playing to a fantasy he assumed I was having. I thought.
After a while, Black Guy Number One came and stood close by, sort of over BGNT's shoulder, with his cock out. BGNT didn't notice at first. When he did, he stood up, arms out at his side (meanwhile I'm still kneeling there). "Get the fuck off me, N-----!"
BGNO and BGNT yelled at each other for a while, taking turns inviting each other out to the parking lot to fight, and etc. I kept kneeling there. Didn't know what to do.
Finally, Black Guy Number One starts to walk away, and I go back to sucking Number Two's cock. "Suck it bitch," he says, extra loud.
Which causes Number One to come back. "No, you don't get that bitch. That's my bitch." He tugs at my hair and pulls my head toward his crotch.
"Take the damn bitch, I don't want it," says Number Two.
I get up and start to leave with Number One (who was, let's face it, a lot hotter anyway), but Number Two yells back at us, "And I want my money back."
Number One reaches into his back pocket, pulls out his wallet, gets some bills out, hands them to the second guy, then grabs my shoulder. "Come on."
I mean: seriously. He had charged the second guy for my services! I'm just a fat forty-something cocksucker, not some hot little bitch -- this is the stuff of porn stories and lies. But it happened. I probably should have been offended (because a). I suck for free, and b). I wasn't seeing any of that money, and c). I didn't even know that he had done it), but it turned me on, to be honest.
I went into a booth with the first guy, he fucked me until he came, then I went back to the theater. Number Two was still sitting on the sofa.
"I'm sorry that happened," I said.
"It's all right," he said. He was playing on his phone -- also one of those wide Androids.
"Can I suck you now?"
"Better not."
"You don't have to pay. That other guy left."
He said, "I don't think he's gone."
I sat there a while watching him play on his phone, then I left.
He had been right: the first guy hadn't left. He followed me out the door. He followed me to my car. But I ignored him, and took off.
I guess he really did think I was his bitch.
Friday, November 4, 2011
The Cruising Gods Must Be Punishing Me ...
... for having such a good time last Tuesday night.
I went to the same book store tonight only to find that they'd blocked off one of the rows and one of the aisles with plyboard -- basically cutting the whole space down by 1/3. I'm not good at describing spatial relationships, so I'll draw pictures instead. Here's what the space used to look like:
Here's what the space looks like now:
I went to the same book store tonight only to find that they'd blocked off one of the rows and one of the aisles with plyboard -- basically cutting the whole space down by 1/3. I'm not good at describing spatial relationships, so I'll draw pictures instead. Here's what the space used to look like:
Here's what the space looks like now:
With the old layout, there was just more circulation and tactical maneuverability. Somebody could come in and you could double around and catch him coming the other way, instead of following his ass like the desperate old queens do. And so on. With the new layout, cruisers get stuck in the dead ends and collect along the walls, standing in front of the booth doors giggling with each other and gossiping. I find this kind of atmosphere kills the sexy-- it makes me irritable, for one thing, and it also scares off the "straight" guys I like, because the space they're entering just feels too, well, frankly, nellie, when you've got a bunch of cackling queens in a knitting circle. The guys I'm after don't like to be reminded that they're here for, you know, the gay. The only way to get a guy, even if he did run the gauntlet, is if he happened to go into the booth directly beside where you chose to stand -- there's no chasing around corners or out-smarting the followers, with this layout. It's more luck-of-the-draw.
I don't like it.
I left after five minutes.
Hopefully they're doing something interesting with that blocked-off space, though (that it has its own door -- the one that used to be the exit -- is intriguing).
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Last Tuesday's Loads #s 7 & 8: Two Straight Men
My boyfriend called at this point and wondered when I was coming home. I told him I was having fun. He said, "Okay, but don't be out forever."
I didn't mention I have a boyfriend? I have a boyfriend. We both fuck around like mindless whores.
Another occupied booth with a gloryhole, another empty booth beside it. I always check. This time, there was a 50-something Mexican peasant-looking guy in there (big white Zapata mustache, little teensy cowboy boots, bluejeans tucked into them). I sucked him a while out of sheer boredom. He wasn't hot. He wasn't unhot. He was straight as could be (wedding band, watching a chick-on-chick porn), according to my personal definition of "straight" (which is possibly different from yours, I don't care). He pulled out, sat back on the stool, and waved me over before I had a chance to get him to fuck me through the hole. He wanted me in his booth.
I've found that it's harder to get straight guys to fuck you when you go into the booth with them (it always helps to get a little of their tip into a little of my manpussy and let them feel how sweet it is, you know, by surprise -- they often can't resist after that, but the gloryhole is a necessary part of that procedure). So, yeah, I gave up on getting fucked. I just sucked him off to the best of my ability. Then, to my surprise, he started slapping my ass through my pants while I was sucking him.
Hot dog!
I stood up, gave him my ass, he fucked it, he came, the end.
The last guy of the evening had been there for hours: large trucker type guy, very short black hair, mustache, beard, extremely muscular arms. Carried most of his weight immediately under his rib-cage. Obviously a football player type gone to seed (trucking will do that to you). He had been walking up and down the aisles, going into non-gloryhole booths, and generally brushing off any attempt by any queen to cruise him.
He started to leave. He actually walked out of the arcade. As he passed me, I caught his eye and licked my lips. He raised his eyebrows and kept going. But then the wall with the VHS boxes showing which films were playing in the booths seemed to stop him. That's in the transition area between the arcade and the rest of the store. He stood there. I stood close by, kept licking my lips.
Eventually, he went back into the arcades and went into a gloryhole booth. I was right behind him into the one next door.
Then an hour of boredom while he stood there watching a movie, playing with his dick inside his sweatpants.
Maybe not an hour. Maybe more like twenty minutes. Or even five. But it felt like forever.
I knew that he knew there was a gloryhole, because he had gone to a couple of other booths and looked in them before choosing this one.
I knew he knew I was there because I had made a lot of noise getting in.
I was about to leave the place myself. I decided to take a chance I don't usually take.
"Let me suck it," I whispered through the door.
No response.
"Shoot your jizz into my slut mouth," I said.
No response.
But he also didn't stop playing with himself.
"I just hand out here all day eating jizz," I said. "It's all I want. "It's all I'm good for."
Eventually, after a lot of this kind of dirty talk, he half-turned toward the hole. He still didn't take his dick out.
"Please," I whispered. "Please. Oh please give it to me. Just fuck the wall, dude. Nobody will ever know."
Nothing. He kept playing with himself.
I kept it up.
He eventually took his dick out.
Then he slowly started moving it toward the hole.
I cannot express to you how slowly. It took him forever to make enough progress that my lips were barely brushing the head of his cock as it bobbed back and forth while he frigged it.
Then he came, and when he did, he just shoved his cock directly into my mouth and unloaded, grunt, grunt, grunt.
I'm guessing the part about me sitting around wanting to eat cum is what got to him, because it seemed very important to him that I take the load, even though he had not let me suck it or make myself responsible for his actual orgasm in any way. I was just there to catch it.
Which I loved.
Then he left.
Then I did.
I haven't mentioned all the other gay bitches who were there slouching in the halls in quite some time. I should mention them. Those bitches? They were over me. You should have seen the looks I was getting as I walked out the door.
Sorry, bitches.
I didn't mention I have a boyfriend? I have a boyfriend. We both fuck around like mindless whores.
Another occupied booth with a gloryhole, another empty booth beside it. I always check. This time, there was a 50-something Mexican peasant-looking guy in there (big white Zapata mustache, little teensy cowboy boots, bluejeans tucked into them). I sucked him a while out of sheer boredom. He wasn't hot. He wasn't unhot. He was straight as could be (wedding band, watching a chick-on-chick porn), according to my personal definition of "straight" (which is possibly different from yours, I don't care). He pulled out, sat back on the stool, and waved me over before I had a chance to get him to fuck me through the hole. He wanted me in his booth.
I've found that it's harder to get straight guys to fuck you when you go into the booth with them (it always helps to get a little of their tip into a little of my manpussy and let them feel how sweet it is, you know, by surprise -- they often can't resist after that, but the gloryhole is a necessary part of that procedure). So, yeah, I gave up on getting fucked. I just sucked him off to the best of my ability. Then, to my surprise, he started slapping my ass through my pants while I was sucking him.
Hot dog!
I stood up, gave him my ass, he fucked it, he came, the end.
The last guy of the evening had been there for hours: large trucker type guy, very short black hair, mustache, beard, extremely muscular arms. Carried most of his weight immediately under his rib-cage. Obviously a football player type gone to seed (trucking will do that to you). He had been walking up and down the aisles, going into non-gloryhole booths, and generally brushing off any attempt by any queen to cruise him.
He started to leave. He actually walked out of the arcade. As he passed me, I caught his eye and licked my lips. He raised his eyebrows and kept going. But then the wall with the VHS boxes showing which films were playing in the booths seemed to stop him. That's in the transition area between the arcade and the rest of the store. He stood there. I stood close by, kept licking my lips.
Eventually, he went back into the arcades and went into a gloryhole booth. I was right behind him into the one next door.
Then an hour of boredom while he stood there watching a movie, playing with his dick inside his sweatpants.
Maybe not an hour. Maybe more like twenty minutes. Or even five. But it felt like forever.
I knew that he knew there was a gloryhole, because he had gone to a couple of other booths and looked in them before choosing this one.
I knew he knew I was there because I had made a lot of noise getting in.
I was about to leave the place myself. I decided to take a chance I don't usually take.
"Let me suck it," I whispered through the door.
No response.
"Shoot your jizz into my slut mouth," I said.
No response.
But he also didn't stop playing with himself.
"I just hand out here all day eating jizz," I said. "It's all I want. "It's all I'm good for."
Eventually, after a lot of this kind of dirty talk, he half-turned toward the hole. He still didn't take his dick out.
"Please," I whispered. "Please. Oh please give it to me. Just fuck the wall, dude. Nobody will ever know."
Nothing. He kept playing with himself.
I kept it up.
He eventually took his dick out.
Then he slowly started moving it toward the hole.
I cannot express to you how slowly. It took him forever to make enough progress that my lips were barely brushing the head of his cock as it bobbed back and forth while he frigged it.
Then he came, and when he did, he just shoved his cock directly into my mouth and unloaded, grunt, grunt, grunt.
I'm guessing the part about me sitting around wanting to eat cum is what got to him, because it seemed very important to him that I take the load, even though he had not let me suck it or make myself responsible for his actual orgasm in any way. I was just there to catch it.
Which I loved.
Then he left.
Then I did.
I haven't mentioned all the other gay bitches who were there slouching in the halls in quite some time. I should mention them. Those bitches? They were over me. You should have seen the looks I was getting as I walked out the door.
Sorry, bitches.
Last Tuesday Load #s 5 & 6: Two Gays
I usually try to avoid gay guys.
Let me define "gay," since some of you may be confused about this. "Gay," for the purposes of my cruising definition (which may be different from the definition I use when I use the word in other contexts) means: openly acknowledging of one's own homosexuality. I prefer to suck off guys who think they're straight, is another way of putting it.
So: if a guy's watching a gay movie in the booth, no matter how hot he is, I generally avoid him. Because he knows he's gay.
Also: if he wants to suck my dick, or get fucked by me, my interest usually evaporates immediately. Because he knows he's gay.
Last Tuesday, though, after taking four loads, I was on fire with lust, so I didn't care as much as usual. I did two obviously gay guys in a row.
The first was an older guy in a Hawaiian shirt who was watching a gay movie. He stuck his cock through the hole (tiny, curved upward), and I didn't even bother trying to suck on it. I just wanted loads in my ass at this point. I just stuck my ass directly onto his dick, figuring that if he didn't want to fuck me, I wasn't that much into it anyway.
He did want to fuck me.
Or, rather, I should say: he came immediately. I'm not sure if he wanted to fuck me or not, really.
The second guy was super-hot in a hipster way. He's the one I mentioned earlier with the weird Mesopotamian-looking beard that curved like waves. He was in his twenties (I swear I'm not usually popular with young guys -- don't know what was up last Tuesday -- the fish were biting, I guess). He caught my eye as I passed him, then followed me, cruising me heavily.
I went into a booth with a hole. He dropped to his knees. What the hell, I thought. I stuck my dick through. He sucked it for just a second, then stood up and stuck his through.
Again, I was just horned-out on my ass at this point. Which is not my usual thing. But I'd taken so many loads up there, I felt like I wanted to make it a record-breaking night. Not that I actually know how many loads I've had in my ass on an actual record-breaking night. But either way. I was getting ass-greedy.
I stuck my ass to his cock. He groaned. We fucked back and forth. His cock was rock, rock hard, curved and thick. It actually hurt a little bit (another thing that's rare for me), mostly because of how hard it was, and how sharply he was jerking it in and out, not the size. He came, he left, I pulled up my pants and went looking for more.
Let me define "gay," since some of you may be confused about this. "Gay," for the purposes of my cruising definition (which may be different from the definition I use when I use the word in other contexts) means: openly acknowledging of one's own homosexuality. I prefer to suck off guys who think they're straight, is another way of putting it.
So: if a guy's watching a gay movie in the booth, no matter how hot he is, I generally avoid him. Because he knows he's gay.
Also: if he wants to suck my dick, or get fucked by me, my interest usually evaporates immediately. Because he knows he's gay.
Last Tuesday, though, after taking four loads, I was on fire with lust, so I didn't care as much as usual. I did two obviously gay guys in a row.
The first was an older guy in a Hawaiian shirt who was watching a gay movie. He stuck his cock through the hole (tiny, curved upward), and I didn't even bother trying to suck on it. I just wanted loads in my ass at this point. I just stuck my ass directly onto his dick, figuring that if he didn't want to fuck me, I wasn't that much into it anyway.
He did want to fuck me.
Or, rather, I should say: he came immediately. I'm not sure if he wanted to fuck me or not, really.
The second guy was super-hot in a hipster way. He's the one I mentioned earlier with the weird Mesopotamian-looking beard that curved like waves. He was in his twenties (I swear I'm not usually popular with young guys -- don't know what was up last Tuesday -- the fish were biting, I guess). He caught my eye as I passed him, then followed me, cruising me heavily.
I went into a booth with a hole. He dropped to his knees. What the hell, I thought. I stuck my dick through. He sucked it for just a second, then stood up and stuck his through.
Again, I was just horned-out on my ass at this point. Which is not my usual thing. But I'd taken so many loads up there, I felt like I wanted to make it a record-breaking night. Not that I actually know how many loads I've had in my ass on an actual record-breaking night. But either way. I was getting ass-greedy.
I stuck my ass to his cock. He groaned. We fucked back and forth. His cock was rock, rock hard, curved and thick. It actually hurt a little bit (another thing that's rare for me), mostly because of how hard it was, and how sharply he was jerking it in and out, not the size. He came, he left, I pulled up my pants and went looking for more.
Last Tuesday Load # 4: Fat Trucker Came on the Floor
I am not a chubby chaser myself, in that fatness doesn't turn me on. Unlike most gay guys, though, fatness in and of itself does not always turn me off, either. Some big guys -- big, beefy, supermasculine truckers in particular, let's say -- really turn me on. Not because they're fat, but because they're real men. I like skinny supermasculine truckers, too. And normal-sized ones, as long as they're supermasculine. See the common thread? The fatness doesn't matter one way or another.
While I was sitting on the stool in the corner playing with my iPhone, before I hooked up with the titty-fucker (see previous post), I saw one hot fat dude go into the theater. The theater is separate from the arcade (the stool sits in the corner strategically so that you can see who goes in and out of the theater when you sit on it). Paying to go to the arcade does not get you admission to the theater, but paying to go to the theater does get you admission into the arcade. Almost every semi-hot guy who goes into the theater eventually comes out to get his dick sucked in the arcade, so I had made a mental note to myself about this guy.
He reminded me of a fat Johnny Depp. Which is hard to imagine, I know. But ponder on it a bit.
By the time I finished up with the titty-fucker, the fat trucker dude was already cruising the arcade. He just happened to pass me by as I stepped out of the booth, so I stepped right into step behind him. He went into one of the booths with a hole. I went into its counterpart. He stuck his cock through. I sucked it. Yay.
Problem was he was so fat that he was having trouble angling his body so that the cock would go all the way through the hole. His belly kept getting in the way. After a few frustrating attempts to get his cock down my throat, I asked him if I could come over to his booth, and he said OK.
Once I got into the booth, things went easier. He had a nice cock -- the type I call a "rocketship," thick at the base, narrow at the head. The very, very base of it was buried deep in his fat so I had to push my head into his belly to get the cock to break my gag point. He liked that (sometimes they don't). After sucking on it for a few strokes I pulled off, looked him in the eyes, and said that I like to get fucked, too. He nodded absently the way you do when somebody has said something weird an inappropriate, so I went back to sucking him.
I love an appreciative man. Every time I went down, he sucked his own breath in and held it. Everytime I came off, he exhaled and cursed gently under his breath. "Faggot." "Whore." "Cocksucker." Not for me to hear. In fact, he was whispering so low I'm pretty sure he didn't want me, necessarily to hear. But I loved hearing it.
When he pulled me off and asked me if I wanted to take his cum up the ass, I said, eagerly, "Yes sir!"
But as I got up and started pulling my pants off, I noticed that he was already coming. I'm not sure if he even realized it himself before I did. Two good thick white jolts shot to the floor, straight as bullets. I jumped back down, put my mouth on his cock (he screamed in pleasure) and sucked whatever was left. Then I rubbed my fingers on the floor to try to pick up the cum that he had shot there, and licked them.
Since he was still hard, I decided to try to get him to fuck me still. He did get it in, but wasn't able to keep it hard.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be sorry," I said. "That's just what I get for being so good at sucking cock."
"You are good at it," he said.
While I was sitting on the stool in the corner playing with my iPhone, before I hooked up with the titty-fucker (see previous post), I saw one hot fat dude go into the theater. The theater is separate from the arcade (the stool sits in the corner strategically so that you can see who goes in and out of the theater when you sit on it). Paying to go to the arcade does not get you admission to the theater, but paying to go to the theater does get you admission into the arcade. Almost every semi-hot guy who goes into the theater eventually comes out to get his dick sucked in the arcade, so I had made a mental note to myself about this guy.
He reminded me of a fat Johnny Depp. Which is hard to imagine, I know. But ponder on it a bit.
By the time I finished up with the titty-fucker, the fat trucker dude was already cruising the arcade. He just happened to pass me by as I stepped out of the booth, so I stepped right into step behind him. He went into one of the booths with a hole. I went into its counterpart. He stuck his cock through. I sucked it. Yay.
Problem was he was so fat that he was having trouble angling his body so that the cock would go all the way through the hole. His belly kept getting in the way. After a few frustrating attempts to get his cock down my throat, I asked him if I could come over to his booth, and he said OK.
Once I got into the booth, things went easier. He had a nice cock -- the type I call a "rocketship," thick at the base, narrow at the head. The very, very base of it was buried deep in his fat so I had to push my head into his belly to get the cock to break my gag point. He liked that (sometimes they don't). After sucking on it for a few strokes I pulled off, looked him in the eyes, and said that I like to get fucked, too. He nodded absently the way you do when somebody has said something weird an inappropriate, so I went back to sucking him.
I love an appreciative man. Every time I went down, he sucked his own breath in and held it. Everytime I came off, he exhaled and cursed gently under his breath. "Faggot." "Whore." "Cocksucker." Not for me to hear. In fact, he was whispering so low I'm pretty sure he didn't want me, necessarily to hear. But I loved hearing it.
When he pulled me off and asked me if I wanted to take his cum up the ass, I said, eagerly, "Yes sir!"
But as I got up and started pulling my pants off, I noticed that he was already coming. I'm not sure if he even realized it himself before I did. Two good thick white jolts shot to the floor, straight as bullets. I jumped back down, put my mouth on his cock (he screamed in pleasure) and sucked whatever was left. Then I rubbed my fingers on the floor to try to pick up the cum that he had shot there, and licked them.
Since he was still hard, I decided to try to get him to fuck me still. He did get it in, but wasn't able to keep it hard.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be sorry," I said. "That's just what I get for being so good at sucking cock."
"You are good at it," he said.
Load # 3: Did I Mention I Like to Get Titty-Fucked?
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Load # 2: Black Kid with a Goofy Goatee
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How To Get A Straight Guy To Fuck Your Ass Bareback Through A Glory Hole
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