I try not to be paranoid, but just before the arrests at TheatairX, I suddenly started getting emails from people wanting to know "if the staff knows what goes on there," and "what's the best time to go," and "is anybody selling drugs there" and "how much to the ladies charge," and so on and so on. All of which was weird and meaningless (nobody sells drugs there; I had no idea any "ladies" were charging anything, and so on). I mean: zero emails for months, then suddenly a flood of emails, then the arrests happened. Each email was from a different "person." Each one said essentially the same thing. Each one was trying to get information about what goes on at TheatairX, essentially, in very probing and specific ways. Then there was a sting, organized along the activities that are implied in the emails I got (prostitution specifically).
Coincidence?
I have to assume that those emails were either from law enforcement, trying to get more information before going in and making their sting, or from one of the very prominently-active anti-cruising evangelical groups in Clarksville, Indiana (you know the one if you're from around here), trying to dig up info they could pass on to the police.
Now it's happening again. I'm getting a raft of emails -- again, all of a sudden -- trying to get me to tell my correspondents where the gloryholes in Louisville are. So, yeah, weird: no emails on this subject for months, then suddenly a string of people all asking for the same information?
Sounds to me like the cops in Louisville might be getting ready to bust the gloryhole establishments, or maybe the evangelicals are just trying to compile information so they can pressure the cops to do so. That's what it sounds like. Paranoid? Possibly.
So, to all you guys (especially "Jennifer"):
Fact is, I'm not cool giving out places. For one thing, that's not what this blog is for. There are plenty of sites out there where you can find listings of gloryhole locations and discussions of their quality and cleanliness. I'm just here to document my own experiences. Your research is incorrect, by the way, Jennifer: all the gloryholes that have been in town for years are still there -- even the ones at TheatairX, where the arrests occurred. Louisville's metropolitan area is gloryhole central, always has been. Anonymous sex is a deep and abiding part of the local culture. If there is an adult bookstore, chances are about 50/50 that there is a gloryhole contained within it. Easy enough to find.
Aside from all that, though -- even if you are really who you say you are -- and please understand that I do not wish to be rude: I really have no interest in increasing competition at the gloryholes. "Jennifer" in particular: you have an unfair advantage, because you are a female, and the guys I like to suck are the guys who can't find a woman to suck them. You'd be guaranteed to suck down every load that I was trying to find. Why would I help you do that?
Sorry.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Trucker Tried to "Tip" Me
Since this stupid sinus thing has got me out of commission (it's more the medicine than the sinuses themselves, but you know how it is), I figure I might as well catch up from some old notes.
These notes are dated September 14, 2012. I remember all three of these guys fairly well.
The first one was a Mexican worker-type guy -- short, dirty hands and face, trim mustache. I tried to follow him in a gloryhole booth, but another queen beat me to it. After a while, I walked back by and noticed that the booth the queen had gone into was empty, but the Mexican guy's booth was still locked. Peeked through the hole only to discover that the queen had gone into the booth with him and was sucking his dick. Sigh. But then they noticed me, and the queen actually smiled. They don't usually do that. Competition and all. The Mexican guy, with the queen's encouragement, stuck his dick through the hole and I sucked him for a while. Then he went back to letting the queen suck it. I got bored with that, so I put my asshole up to the gloryhole, and sure enough, I eventually felt the Mexican guy's dick going in. He fucked me till he came, then the queen cleaned me up with a serious tongue-lashing.
The next guy was at a different ABS. I walked in and there was a handsome older black guy standing in the hall. He looked like the kind of guy who would enjoy a prissy chub so I prissed a little for him and made eye contact before going into a stall and leaving the door cracked. Sure enough, he followed me right in. I went down on my knees right away, pulled my shirt up over my head so I could palm my tits, and started sucking his very nice, very, very thick cock. I'd say 9 inches at least. After only about three seconds he pulled away and asked me "where do you want me to cum?" I ignored this question and said, "Fuck me." I propped myself against the wall and pointed my ass at him. He sounded like he was not sure about it at first, but finally he chuckled and said, "I'll stick it in and out a few times, okay." So he did. A very few times. Just, like, twice. Unfortunately, he pulled out just before cumming. He actually had the presence of mind to pull a paper towel from the dispenser on the wall, wrap his hand in it, then cum in his paper-towel-wrapped hand, all within a half-second of pulling out of my asspussy.
I say "older" because he was gray and had a grizzled beard. Other than that, you'd think he was maybe twenty, given the state of his skin and the liveliness in his face. I have a hard time placing the age of older black men, but taking into account the fact that I almost always guess low, I'm going to say he was in his mid-fifties.
The last guy was a cross-country trucker who had answered a Craigslist ad. I met him in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart. It was nothing special: pudgy guy, very smiley, small cock, I sucked him off and he came quickly. He tried to give me five dollars. Ha! I thought that was the funniest thing ever -- a). that he thought I wanted payment, and b). that he thought five dollars was the right price. I told him to hang onto it and tip the next sissy!
These notes are dated September 14, 2012. I remember all three of these guys fairly well.
The first one was a Mexican worker-type guy -- short, dirty hands and face, trim mustache. I tried to follow him in a gloryhole booth, but another queen beat me to it. After a while, I walked back by and noticed that the booth the queen had gone into was empty, but the Mexican guy's booth was still locked. Peeked through the hole only to discover that the queen had gone into the booth with him and was sucking his dick. Sigh. But then they noticed me, and the queen actually smiled. They don't usually do that. Competition and all. The Mexican guy, with the queen's encouragement, stuck his dick through the hole and I sucked him for a while. Then he went back to letting the queen suck it. I got bored with that, so I put my asshole up to the gloryhole, and sure enough, I eventually felt the Mexican guy's dick going in. He fucked me till he came, then the queen cleaned me up with a serious tongue-lashing.
The next guy was at a different ABS. I walked in and there was a handsome older black guy standing in the hall. He looked like the kind of guy who would enjoy a prissy chub so I prissed a little for him and made eye contact before going into a stall and leaving the door cracked. Sure enough, he followed me right in. I went down on my knees right away, pulled my shirt up over my head so I could palm my tits, and started sucking his very nice, very, very thick cock. I'd say 9 inches at least. After only about three seconds he pulled away and asked me "where do you want me to cum?" I ignored this question and said, "Fuck me." I propped myself against the wall and pointed my ass at him. He sounded like he was not sure about it at first, but finally he chuckled and said, "I'll stick it in and out a few times, okay." So he did. A very few times. Just, like, twice. Unfortunately, he pulled out just before cumming. He actually had the presence of mind to pull a paper towel from the dispenser on the wall, wrap his hand in it, then cum in his paper-towel-wrapped hand, all within a half-second of pulling out of my asspussy.
I say "older" because he was gray and had a grizzled beard. Other than that, you'd think he was maybe twenty, given the state of his skin and the liveliness in his face. I have a hard time placing the age of older black men, but taking into account the fact that I almost always guess low, I'm going to say he was in his mid-fifties.
The last guy was a cross-country trucker who had answered a Craigslist ad. I met him in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart. It was nothing special: pudgy guy, very smiley, small cock, I sucked him off and he came quickly. He tried to give me five dollars. Ha! I thought that was the funniest thing ever -- a). that he thought I wanted payment, and b). that he thought five dollars was the right price. I told him to hang onto it and tip the next sissy!
Monday, December 17, 2012
Went to that ABS in Indiana Again, the One with Recent Arrests
I'm not saying the names of bookstores where I go anymore so I won't come up in an easy search by anti-cruising activists (this one bookstore I'm talking about is particularly being targeted by them). But if you've been following this blog, you know the one I'm talking about.
A lot of the regular cocksuckers were there, hanging out in the halls, which, I noticed, were more well-lit, particularly around the emergency exits, than usual. I guess they must have been cited for that, as part of the general police activity.
Guys -- including me -- were nervous. Some guys who were obviously trade just stood in their stall touching their dicks through their pants, letting the gloryhole cocksucker (ahem, me) wait and wait and wait, without ever making a real move. I had that happen three or four times. I think they were waiting for me to show them something lewd about myself first. But whatever. I was worried they might be cops, they were worried I might be cops, why are we here?
I did get to suck one guy -- a very masculine, tattooed, biker/trucker/American Chopper/bear type guy, with a big shovel beard, great arms, a large round belly, and a small but tasty, tender cock. I spotted him in the hallway. We made eye contact. All the gloryhole booths were taken. I went into a booth right beside him and squatted. He peeked in, but didn't do anything. Then I saw him walk away. I came out of my booth. This stopped him. He went into a booth (without a hole) and left the door open, and I followed him in. He was just standing their, looking down at his dick (which was already out of his fly) like it was a problem he didn't know how to handle.
I knew how to handle it!
I sucked him nearly off several times, then pulled back and breathed on it and licked it, until he finally took charge and just grabbed my head and fucked my throat and came. I like to make them take responsibility for getting their load.
He hadn't been very friendly or talkative beforehand, but he was very, very, very friendly afterwards. "Oh my god that was awesome I hope I see you here again," and then he left.
I don't know if I'll be going back to that place for a while. I spent four hours there, and this is the only thing that happened worth talking about. It's not like the other places are any more fruitful, but at least they don't feel as dangerous right now.
A lot of the regular cocksuckers were there, hanging out in the halls, which, I noticed, were more well-lit, particularly around the emergency exits, than usual. I guess they must have been cited for that, as part of the general police activity.
Guys -- including me -- were nervous. Some guys who were obviously trade just stood in their stall touching their dicks through their pants, letting the gloryhole cocksucker (ahem, me) wait and wait and wait, without ever making a real move. I had that happen three or four times. I think they were waiting for me to show them something lewd about myself first. But whatever. I was worried they might be cops, they were worried I might be cops, why are we here?
I did get to suck one guy -- a very masculine, tattooed, biker/trucker/American Chopper/bear type guy, with a big shovel beard, great arms, a large round belly, and a small but tasty, tender cock. I spotted him in the hallway. We made eye contact. All the gloryhole booths were taken. I went into a booth right beside him and squatted. He peeked in, but didn't do anything. Then I saw him walk away. I came out of my booth. This stopped him. He went into a booth (without a hole) and left the door open, and I followed him in. He was just standing their, looking down at his dick (which was already out of his fly) like it was a problem he didn't know how to handle.
I knew how to handle it!
I sucked him nearly off several times, then pulled back and breathed on it and licked it, until he finally took charge and just grabbed my head and fucked my throat and came. I like to make them take responsibility for getting their load.
He hadn't been very friendly or talkative beforehand, but he was very, very, very friendly afterwards. "Oh my god that was awesome I hope I see you here again," and then he left.
I don't know if I'll be going back to that place for a while. I spent four hours there, and this is the only thing that happened worth talking about. It's not like the other places are any more fruitful, but at least they don't feel as dangerous right now.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Young Arabic Guy with Awkwardly Curved Cock Filled My Ass
I went to one of the theater/bookstores out in southwestern Louisville. Nobody there but me, two very old dudes who were asleep in the theater, and a young Arabic guy, maybe 20 or 21: skinny, sweet face with heavy eyebrows, not much of a chin but beautiful eyes. I've seen him there before, even sucked him briefly, but never got him off, for reasons that will be apparent in a moment.
He went into a booth, didn't lock the door. I pulled it open. He looked suspiciously over his shoulder. I mimed sucking a cock by moving my fist in front of my mouth. He nodded me in. I dropped immediately to my knees and he pulled his cock out and I remembered. It's a nice, thick cock but it curves in a "C" from the root down under his balls, very, very, very circular and stiff to the point where it's kind of hard to suck. I mean: because of that particular curve, it's actually easy to get down the throat, but you can't really get a good rhythm going because it's so steeply curved. You have to kind of go slowly up and down and make sure you move your throat in exactly the right way as it tries to go down.
I started pulling on my big manboobs and his eyes lit up. He reach down and squeezed them. So I pulled him in close and got him to fuck my tits for a while. "You like my tits?" I asked him. "Oh yes," he said, no trace of an accent. "You oughta fuck me like a girl," I said, and he told me to turn around.
This took even more care and cautiousness than the sucking. He did get it in eventually but he wasn't able to move it around much. Just slightly in and out. He kept rubbing my back and reaching around and playing with my tits and belly, though, and making lots of sounds like he was loving it. Every now and then he would pull out and play with my hole, just touch it with the very tips of his fingers. Then he'd put it back in.
After a while he pulled out completely and started finger fucking me, really hard and fast, the way girls frag their own pussies in porn movies. I pretended to like it (I liked that he wanted to do it but I wasn't into the actual sensation of it). Then he put it back in. This time I squatted down lower, propping myself up with the chair in the booth, and he got it much deeper inside me than before.
I didn't think he came. He went back and forth a bit then got dressed and left, and kept cruising. Once I got home, though, I discovered (by shitting his cum) that he had dumped quite a load in me. Unless he just loosened up some other, previous guy's load, which I suppose could be what happened, because I'm generally filled with jizz most all of the time.
He went into a booth, didn't lock the door. I pulled it open. He looked suspiciously over his shoulder. I mimed sucking a cock by moving my fist in front of my mouth. He nodded me in. I dropped immediately to my knees and he pulled his cock out and I remembered. It's a nice, thick cock but it curves in a "C" from the root down under his balls, very, very, very circular and stiff to the point where it's kind of hard to suck. I mean: because of that particular curve, it's actually easy to get down the throat, but you can't really get a good rhythm going because it's so steeply curved. You have to kind of go slowly up and down and make sure you move your throat in exactly the right way as it tries to go down.
I started pulling on my big manboobs and his eyes lit up. He reach down and squeezed them. So I pulled him in close and got him to fuck my tits for a while. "You like my tits?" I asked him. "Oh yes," he said, no trace of an accent. "You oughta fuck me like a girl," I said, and he told me to turn around.
This took even more care and cautiousness than the sucking. He did get it in eventually but he wasn't able to move it around much. Just slightly in and out. He kept rubbing my back and reaching around and playing with my tits and belly, though, and making lots of sounds like he was loving it. Every now and then he would pull out and play with my hole, just touch it with the very tips of his fingers. Then he'd put it back in.
After a while he pulled out completely and started finger fucking me, really hard and fast, the way girls frag their own pussies in porn movies. I pretended to like it (I liked that he wanted to do it but I wasn't into the actual sensation of it). Then he put it back in. This time I squatted down lower, propping myself up with the chair in the booth, and he got it much deeper inside me than before.
I didn't think he came. He went back and forth a bit then got dressed and left, and kept cruising. Once I got home, though, I discovered (by shitting his cum) that he had dumped quite a load in me. Unless he just loosened up some other, previous guy's load, which I suppose could be what happened, because I'm generally filled with jizz most all of the time.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Fat Black Guy With Smelly Dick
The fact that some of my tricks actually read this blog is making writing it more and more tricky. I don't mean to be rude, but I feel like I have obligation to tell the truth, too. The person I'm writing about might enjoy a faked-out overly-polite version of what happened, but the rest of the readers come here for the real story. Right? It's one thing if I set up a meeting with a blog fan who originally discovered me because of the blog. They at least know what they're getting into before they get into it. But now that I'm using Craigslist, I'm getting guys who Google my email address and find this blog later, after I've sucked them, or maybe even right before, while they're on the way over to the house. It's not like these guys are celebrities, who live their lives in public and are used to -- and well-rewarded for -- dealing with the press. These are just normal guys who want to get off, and they should not be punished for it, and didn't really sign up for public scrutiny. They don't deserve to be made fun of in public.
Even if their dicks are smelly and taste nasty.
But holy crap. Last night, I set up an appointment with a guy who was very honest about his fatness (I appreciate that -- being fat myself). He didn't tell me that his dick was going to be smelly and nasty-tasting. I guess he didn't realize. But it was.
I sucked it like a good cocksucker and sent him on his way, though.
Guy, if you are reading this: you're a nice guy, and I'll suck you again, and I don't mean to make fun -- but please, please, please wash your dick before you put it in a cocksucker's mouth again!
:)
Also, I'm going to start using a different email address for my Craigslist ads.
Even if their dicks are smelly and taste nasty.
But holy crap. Last night, I set up an appointment with a guy who was very honest about his fatness (I appreciate that -- being fat myself). He didn't tell me that his dick was going to be smelly and nasty-tasting. I guess he didn't realize. But it was.
I sucked it like a good cocksucker and sent him on his way, though.
Guy, if you are reading this: you're a nice guy, and I'll suck you again, and I don't mean to make fun -- but please, please, please wash your dick before you put it in a cocksucker's mouth again!
:)
Also, I'm going to start using a different email address for my Craigslist ads.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
First Craigslist Ass-Fuck in a While
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Sunday, December 2, 2012
He Talked to His Wife about Errands on the Phone While I Sucked Him Through Gloryhole
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Saturday, December 1, 2012
One Pussy-Flavored Little Cock Last Night
I swear I don't know where everybody is going now that Theater X is (or should be) off-limits due to police activity. You'd think the bookstores in Louisville would be heating up, but no. Last night I went to one of them, a theater/boothstore combo, and basically went to sleep in the theater, it was so slow. I did eventually suck off a bearded guy -- sort of a Kris Kristopherson at 40 kind of look to him -- through the gloryhole. His dick was small and curved upward, and frankly tasted a little bit yeasty, like maybe it had been in a pussy very recently.
I passed by Theater X and there were tons and tons of cars there, despite the fact that police have promised more undercover stings. I can't believe people are still going there but it looks like they might be. I am not going to go there for a while still.
I passed by Theater X and there were tons and tons of cars there, despite the fact that police have promised more undercover stings. I can't believe people are still going there but it looks like they might be. I am not going to go there for a while still.
Friday, November 30, 2012
The More Dick I Get, The More Dick I Need
From time to time -- rarely! -- I will turn a guy down because I'm not attracted to him. But that only happens when I'm not in a frenzy. I prefer the times when I'm in a frenzy. It takes me a while to get worked up into a frenzy, though. Once I'm there it's heaven. The thing that really gets me
going is thinking about how much of a slut I can be on those lucky days when guys are all over the place looking for a hole to blow their loads in, when I can go from dick
to dick and maybe not even look at them before I gobble their cocks down. My standards go way, way, way down on those days -- and I feel sexiest on those days, too. I can't stop beating off after I've had a good day like that.
How good are these days? The best day I've ever had was 17 cocks, one day in New York. Another time I had 13 in San Diego -- about nine of them were a crew of work-clothed Mexicans with mustaches and cowboy boots who all came in together and who all jumped into a cluster around me immediately, trying to push each other out of the way, the instant I went down on my knees for one of them. Yum. I recently had an 11-cock day at Theater X which I wrote about. Those are my favorite days. Taking that much cock, causing that much pleasure to that many men in such a short amount of time, just makes me feel so slutty and used and useful and lucky -- that's what I love about being a cocksucker.
If some of the guys aren't as sexy as I'd normally like, well that makes it even better. Makes me more of a whore. Guys I'd never do when I'm in my regular cruising mode are super-hot to me if I know that they will take me closer to my record. I am obsessed with breaking my record of 17 before I get too old to attract enough cock in one day to even come close. I'm almost 50 now. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep getting so many loads.
Anyway.
Like I said, I can't get into a frenzy right away. It takes several cocks to get me really slutted up. Generally, if I go out to cruise, I try to not go home until I've had at least 3 guys (and I only count them if they cum). Those are normal days, and I am picky right up until I've gotten that many. Once I get at least 5 or 6, I start to get into frenzy mode and will attach my mouth or my ass to any man's crotch who will let me, partly because I want to try to break my record someday, and partly because the more dick I get, the more dick I need. I guess that's what they mean by addiction. Ha! I don't want to be cured!
How good are these days? The best day I've ever had was 17 cocks, one day in New York. Another time I had 13 in San Diego -- about nine of them were a crew of work-clothed Mexicans with mustaches and cowboy boots who all came in together and who all jumped into a cluster around me immediately, trying to push each other out of the way, the instant I went down on my knees for one of them. Yum. I recently had an 11-cock day at Theater X which I wrote about. Those are my favorite days. Taking that much cock, causing that much pleasure to that many men in such a short amount of time, just makes me feel so slutty and used and useful and lucky -- that's what I love about being a cocksucker.
If some of the guys aren't as sexy as I'd normally like, well that makes it even better. Makes me more of a whore. Guys I'd never do when I'm in my regular cruising mode are super-hot to me if I know that they will take me closer to my record. I am obsessed with breaking my record of 17 before I get too old to attract enough cock in one day to even come close. I'm almost 50 now. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep getting so many loads.
Anyway.
Like I said, I can't get into a frenzy right away. It takes several cocks to get me really slutted up. Generally, if I go out to cruise, I try to not go home until I've had at least 3 guys (and I only count them if they cum). Those are normal days, and I am picky right up until I've gotten that many. Once I get at least 5 or 6, I start to get into frenzy mode and will attach my mouth or my ass to any man's crotch who will let me, partly because I want to try to break my record someday, and partly because the more dick I get, the more dick I need. I guess that's what they mean by addiction. Ha! I don't want to be cured!
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Memory: 17-Incher that "Got Away"
I have been taking anonymous cocks since I was a very young teenager (not that many at the earliest ages -- just one or two that I chanced upon). The pace picked up as I got older. I've had, on average, at least one cock per day during my college years and most of my adulthood. Maybe more during some of those years. Definitely more. I've taken thousands and thousands of loads from thousands and thousands of men. And yet often the experiences I remember most while I am whacking off, thinking back, are the cocks I almost got but didn't get, for whatever reason.
Here's one.
I was sixteen, I was at a cruisy park in Birmingham, Alabama sitting on a stone wall, with my heels pulled up to my asscrack and my arms around my knees. It was maybe midnight. A very handsome, very tall black man walked up and said -- this is really the first thing he said to me -- "I've got seventeen inches." He was probably in his early twenties, clean-cut, well-dressed, classy. The kind of man that (I know now) will treat you nice and tender right up until he fucks you mercilessly and hard. The kind of man that I now like a lot, in other words.
I laughed and told him that that was too big for me, and away he went.
I don't think I had yet been fucked at that time. How I wish I had taken him up on his offer! To be torn open at that age by such a large one would have been the experience of a lifetime.
On the other hand, this was the 80s, and my lack of enthusiasm for anal sex back then, during the worst years of the epidemic, may have been the only thing that saved my life, so maybe it's for the best.
Still. I try to imagine what it would have been like to have been popped by such a very large prick at such a young age. I might have even been a bigger whore than I actually became, hard as that is to imagine!
Here's one.
I was sixteen, I was at a cruisy park in Birmingham, Alabama sitting on a stone wall, with my heels pulled up to my asscrack and my arms around my knees. It was maybe midnight. A very handsome, very tall black man walked up and said -- this is really the first thing he said to me -- "I've got seventeen inches." He was probably in his early twenties, clean-cut, well-dressed, classy. The kind of man that (I know now) will treat you nice and tender right up until he fucks you mercilessly and hard. The kind of man that I now like a lot, in other words.
I laughed and told him that that was too big for me, and away he went.
I don't think I had yet been fucked at that time. How I wish I had taken him up on his offer! To be torn open at that age by such a large one would have been the experience of a lifetime.
On the other hand, this was the 80s, and my lack of enthusiasm for anal sex back then, during the worst years of the epidemic, may have been the only thing that saved my life, so maybe it's for the best.
Still. I try to imagine what it would have been like to have been popped by such a very large prick at such a young age. I might have even been a bigger whore than I actually became, hard as that is to imagine!
Fellow Sluts (Male and Female): How Many Cocks Did You Suck in 2012? What Are Your Goals for 2013?
This time last year, I announced that my goal for 2012 was to suck 1000 different cocks -- regulars and repeats only counting one time each -- and that I was confident I'd make it. Ha! Unless I suck around 700 cocks in the next month, I'm doomed to miss my goals. While 312 (that's how many I sucked) may sound like a lot of cocks to you, for me it is a big disappointment. That's less than one new cock per day, on average (I don't actually suck cocks every day -- sometimes I suck none, sometimes I suck twelve). This is the first year I've ever tried to count every cock that I've sucked, but I'm sure that in past years I did better. But at least now I have a baseline.
I'm hoping to up my total to around 500 next year.
I'll be documenting them all here -- and actually counting them down, so I don't have to try to count them at the end of the year based on old posts and notes, which is what I just got finished doing, and it was a pain in the ass.
I'm hoping to up my total to around 500 next year.
I'll be documenting them all here -- and actually counting them down, so I don't have to try to count them at the end of the year based on old posts and notes, which is what I just got finished doing, and it was a pain in the ass.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Chubby Black Guy With Goattee Came Twice
Tonight I went out to one of those places in Louisville proper where you pay to go through a locked door and there's all you can eat (yes, pun intended) access to constantly-playing video booths and a "theater" with a big screen TV. This place has been the site of a lot of great tricks over the years. I've been going there on and off since the 90s. It's changed a lot during that time too. Lately here is what I've noticed: traffic is very low, probably because the price of entry is higher than most of these kinds of places, but if you happen to find somebody worth doing, they will usually be waiting for you, alone, when you first get there. If there's nobody worth doing when you first get there, chances are very slim you'll get anything at all.
There were two guys in the theater when I got there. One very, very fat white guy and one kind-of chubby black guy with a Goattee and a wedding band, sort of a Rosie Greer look to him. I was very interested in the black guy, not terribly interested in the white guy.
I sat on the end of a row. The white guy was sitting on one end, the black guy was standing against the wall beside where I was sitting.
We all stared at the screen for what seemed like hours. That's what I hate about theater cruising. You never really know when to make your move until the other guy becomes obvious (pulls his dick out and points it at my face, for example) and the black guy, even though I kept staring over my shoulder at him, never quite made a move. He never even met my eyes.
Finally the white guy got up and walked past me on his way out. As he passed me, he turned toward me and paused -- could just be a pause as he makes his fat way out of the theater aisle, but just long enough and awkward enough of a pause that I knew he wanted me to suck him. So I did.
One of my strategies for theater cruising is to suck one less-desirable guy -- they're easy to get -- and it advertises to everybody else that you're sucking cocks. Sure enough, after only a couple of seconds sucking fat guy, black guy pulls out his cock -- not especially long, but very thick -- and hovers near my face. I turn to suck him for a bit, but white guy seems to think that he owns my mouth or something and pulls my hair trying to get me to suck him. Which I do. But then white guy bends over, while I am still sucking him, and starts sucking the black guy. I do not suck cocksuckers, so I got up and left, annoyed.
Black guy followed me out. I ducked into a booth but he didn't follow. He whispered "not yet," but then went to the last booth, the one with a glory hole. I went to the companion booth and put my lips to the hole. Didn't take long for him to stick his dick through.
Some men have dicks that are simply more delicious than others. It's about skin texture and amount and type of precum/sweetness/saltiness. It's about the complete soft silliness of the outer flesh sheathing the muscular, veiny hardness underneath. This guy was one of those guys with an especially delicious dick. I made little whimpering noises while I was sucking it, partly to help turn him on and also partly because I couldn't help it.
He would pull out and act like he was trying not to cum. Then put it back through the hole. This happened three or four times so eventually when he would pull out I just left my mouth at the hole in an o-shape, panting and rubbing my tongue around the inside of my lips. When he put it back in this let him just attack my mouth like it was a pussy growing on the wall. Which he did.
After a while he bent down and whispered for me to come over to his side.
I took my shirt off after I got on my knees in his booth. This morning I had shaved my chest -- I have very large, pendulous man-boobs, and some guys really, really like to fuck them, especially when they've been shaved. Sure enough, this guy liked titty-fucking me. I'd suck him a while, then pull off and squeeze my tits around his cock (he would start humping uncontrollably every time) then I would suck him some more. Just like through the glory hole, he kept pulling away every time he was about to cum. Finally I got tired of that and forced the issue, shoving it all the way down my throat while he tried to pull away. He came for what seemed like five minutes, lots of thick ropy, sweet jizz clogging up my tongue and throat. As soon as I pulled off, he started jerking himself maniacally, and came again, another very large load, all over my lips and tongue and tits.
Then he left, and I was the only person there for the next two hours, until I finally got bored and left.
There were two guys in the theater when I got there. One very, very fat white guy and one kind-of chubby black guy with a Goattee and a wedding band, sort of a Rosie Greer look to him. I was very interested in the black guy, not terribly interested in the white guy.
I sat on the end of a row. The white guy was sitting on one end, the black guy was standing against the wall beside where I was sitting.
We all stared at the screen for what seemed like hours. That's what I hate about theater cruising. You never really know when to make your move until the other guy becomes obvious (pulls his dick out and points it at my face, for example) and the black guy, even though I kept staring over my shoulder at him, never quite made a move. He never even met my eyes.
Finally the white guy got up and walked past me on his way out. As he passed me, he turned toward me and paused -- could just be a pause as he makes his fat way out of the theater aisle, but just long enough and awkward enough of a pause that I knew he wanted me to suck him. So I did.
One of my strategies for theater cruising is to suck one less-desirable guy -- they're easy to get -- and it advertises to everybody else that you're sucking cocks. Sure enough, after only a couple of seconds sucking fat guy, black guy pulls out his cock -- not especially long, but very thick -- and hovers near my face. I turn to suck him for a bit, but white guy seems to think that he owns my mouth or something and pulls my hair trying to get me to suck him. Which I do. But then white guy bends over, while I am still sucking him, and starts sucking the black guy. I do not suck cocksuckers, so I got up and left, annoyed.
Black guy followed me out. I ducked into a booth but he didn't follow. He whispered "not yet," but then went to the last booth, the one with a glory hole. I went to the companion booth and put my lips to the hole. Didn't take long for him to stick his dick through.
Some men have dicks that are simply more delicious than others. It's about skin texture and amount and type of precum/sweetness/saltiness. It's about the complete soft silliness of the outer flesh sheathing the muscular, veiny hardness underneath. This guy was one of those guys with an especially delicious dick. I made little whimpering noises while I was sucking it, partly to help turn him on and also partly because I couldn't help it.
He would pull out and act like he was trying not to cum. Then put it back through the hole. This happened three or four times so eventually when he would pull out I just left my mouth at the hole in an o-shape, panting and rubbing my tongue around the inside of my lips. When he put it back in this let him just attack my mouth like it was a pussy growing on the wall. Which he did.
After a while he bent down and whispered for me to come over to his side.
I took my shirt off after I got on my knees in his booth. This morning I had shaved my chest -- I have very large, pendulous man-boobs, and some guys really, really like to fuck them, especially when they've been shaved. Sure enough, this guy liked titty-fucking me. I'd suck him a while, then pull off and squeeze my tits around his cock (he would start humping uncontrollably every time) then I would suck him some more. Just like through the glory hole, he kept pulling away every time he was about to cum. Finally I got tired of that and forced the issue, shoving it all the way down my throat while he tried to pull away. He came for what seemed like five minutes, lots of thick ropy, sweet jizz clogging up my tongue and throat. As soon as I pulled off, he started jerking himself maniacally, and came again, another very large load, all over my lips and tongue and tits.
Then he left, and I was the only person there for the next two hours, until I finally got bored and left.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Catching Up From Notes
Still in September, apparently. Here's one full day's worth of notes -- I only vaguely remember the event:
-- Handsome black guy made me catch it in my mouth from a few inches away.
I don't remember if he let me suck him or if he just whacked himself off and shot it into my mouth. I don't remember if this was through the gloryhole or if I went into a booth with him. I just don't remember. I wish I had written about this the same day -- it would have all been there.
-- Handsome black guy made me catch it in my mouth from a few inches away.
I don't remember if he let me suck him or if he just whacked himself off and shot it into my mouth. I don't remember if this was through the gloryhole or if I went into a booth with him. I just don't remember. I wish I had written about this the same day -- it would have all been there.
Couple of Post-Holiday Cocks
Took a break from taking cock over Thanksgiving, due to a family member's extended visit and general busy-ness, so I was pretty much desperate for cock by yesterday.
I'm still not doing the bookstores for a while.
So here's what I did. I emailed several of my former Craigslist tricks to see if they wanted to get together. That's one of the few advantages of the Craigslist scene -- you can get back in touch with people you enjoyed messing around with, as opposed to gloryhole sex, where it's catch as catch can. Only one responded -- a black guy with a very, very large cock -- I think I've written about him already. The time we got together, he had to have a friend of his drop him off, and he took the bus home afterwards. That's dedication. This time, he just wanted to see if I'd get my boyfriend involved with a three-way with him. I told him I'd give it a whirl. My boyfriend would not be getting off from work for a few hours at the time we were having this conversation.
I figured it would be boring having two bottoms (me and my boyfriend) and one top, so I asked the guy if it would be okay if I put out an ad looking for more tops. He was totally into it.
So I did.
I got about six responses.
By the end of the night, though, only one guy -- not the one I had emailed initially, but somebody who saw the ad -- actually showed up. Even my boyfriend didn't play. This guy was kind of rednecky, skinny for a redneck, though, and smelled strongly of cigarettes. I took him upstairs to my bed. I sucked him a while, took him a good amount of time to get hard, then he pushed me back on the bed and started sucking me -- which I'm not into at all. After a while he turned me over and tried to stick his dick in, but he wanted to just slam it in all at once, like it was a pussy, and he was neither big enough nor hard enough to accomplish this feat. He'd pull out, hold my hole open with his fingers, and then wham! And every time his dick would bend or go over to the side. I am not a tight-assed virgin. There was no reason, except for his own clumsiness and his insistence on doing it his own way, that his dick wasn't going in. Eventually he came just by frottaging his dickhead along my asshole, which was fine by me. He kept apologizing afterwards for cumming so soon, and I assured him that my only goal is to get the guy off, I don't care how or how long it takes, but he wouldn't hear it.
That was last night.
I had also posted an ad earlier in the day yesterday to find "straight" guys needing blowjobs, but nobody answered in time before my boyfriend got home from work. One guy, though, did set up an appointment for today at 11:30. I had forgotten about him until he emailed me just before showing up. Pudgy, balding middle-aged guy. After I sucked him off, he mentioned that he had "checked up on me" on the Internet -- I guess by Googling my email address. I don't know if this is a good thing or not, but I'm starting to think that every guy I suck knows who I am. Almost makes me afraid to write about them sometimes. I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings!
I'm still not doing the bookstores for a while.
So here's what I did. I emailed several of my former Craigslist tricks to see if they wanted to get together. That's one of the few advantages of the Craigslist scene -- you can get back in touch with people you enjoyed messing around with, as opposed to gloryhole sex, where it's catch as catch can. Only one responded -- a black guy with a very, very large cock -- I think I've written about him already. The time we got together, he had to have a friend of his drop him off, and he took the bus home afterwards. That's dedication. This time, he just wanted to see if I'd get my boyfriend involved with a three-way with him. I told him I'd give it a whirl. My boyfriend would not be getting off from work for a few hours at the time we were having this conversation.
I figured it would be boring having two bottoms (me and my boyfriend) and one top, so I asked the guy if it would be okay if I put out an ad looking for more tops. He was totally into it.
So I did.
I got about six responses.
By the end of the night, though, only one guy -- not the one I had emailed initially, but somebody who saw the ad -- actually showed up. Even my boyfriend didn't play. This guy was kind of rednecky, skinny for a redneck, though, and smelled strongly of cigarettes. I took him upstairs to my bed. I sucked him a while, took him a good amount of time to get hard, then he pushed me back on the bed and started sucking me -- which I'm not into at all. After a while he turned me over and tried to stick his dick in, but he wanted to just slam it in all at once, like it was a pussy, and he was neither big enough nor hard enough to accomplish this feat. He'd pull out, hold my hole open with his fingers, and then wham! And every time his dick would bend or go over to the side. I am not a tight-assed virgin. There was no reason, except for his own clumsiness and his insistence on doing it his own way, that his dick wasn't going in. Eventually he came just by frottaging his dickhead along my asshole, which was fine by me. He kept apologizing afterwards for cumming so soon, and I assured him that my only goal is to get the guy off, I don't care how or how long it takes, but he wouldn't hear it.
That was last night.
I had also posted an ad earlier in the day yesterday to find "straight" guys needing blowjobs, but nobody answered in time before my boyfriend got home from work. One guy, though, did set up an appointment for today at 11:30. I had forgotten about him until he emailed me just before showing up. Pudgy, balding middle-aged guy. After I sucked him off, he mentioned that he had "checked up on me" on the Internet -- I guess by Googling my email address. I don't know if this is a good thing or not, but I'm starting to think that every guy I suck knows who I am. Almost makes me afraid to write about them sometimes. I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings!
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Middle eastern guy from Craigslist
Every couple of weeks I've posted an ad looking for middle eastern guys on Craigslist and I've never gotten a response until today. The guy who answered, and stopped by, was about as hot as you can imagine: Arabic but completely accent-free, trim, married, cleancut, friendly, professionally dressed and dapper, strictly interested in my soft mouth (as he kept calling it) and my big fat manboobs, which he fucked and sucked on briefly before sticking his cock back into my throat. I deep throated it while he came, and unfortunately gagged just when it was shooting out, coughing his cum out of my mouth, so I had to lick it up off his belly and balls. Says he wants to get back together and I hope we do!
He Rocked Me Back and Forth on His Cock by Pulling and Pushing on My Manboobs
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If You're a Cumwhore Like Me, You've Got to Get Cum Somehow!
I am not going to specify the names of the theaters and bookstores I go to anymore. I have reason to believe that some of the emails I've been getting from "fans" pumping me for information about Theatair X were in fact from police detectives. I don't think they're "after" me specifically, but I think they're trying to build a case for stuff that supposedly happens at Theatair X that doesn't actually happen at Theatair X, and they were hoping to get me to corroborate their stories.
For example, for a while I was getting three or four emails/week from randoms, all asking if I was a). female (um ... dude, read the blog) and b). how much I charge to give blowjobs (um ... dude, nothing). A few asked about meth (I've never seen any drug use at all there). And one asked me if "the staff knows what's going on." Very suspicious.
Since the arrests at Theatair X seem to have been focused on the straight couple trade, and since the news media are all talking about a "prostitution ring" (something that I think did not and does not exist at Theatair X, except in the imagination of the media and the police), I find it a little too coincidental that the obsessions of these people sending me emails, and the angle the cops are trying to use in their harassment of Theatair X, matched up so perfectly. Especially when anybody actually reading my blog would know that I'm just a male gloryhole cocksucker who works for free!
Why they're focusing on the male/female couples, and manufacturing claims of prostitution, when there's plenty of lewd and lascivious not-for-profit behavior they could be arresting people for (including me!) going on in there is beyond me. Maybe if they can "prove" that it's a house of prostitution they have a better shot at shutting the place down, which is ultimately their goal, I think. They've gone through several rounds of harassing the place due to cocksucker traffic, and it's never successfully allowed them to close the establishment down, so now they're just making shit up.
So, anyway, I went to a different Adult Bookstore/Theater in the area yesterday, which shall remain nameless. It's one of those dealies where you pay $10 to go back and you have access to a theater and a stream of constantly-playing video booths. There's one gloryhole in this place, but both sides of it were occupied the whole time I was there. I ended up on my knees in the theater sucking off three different guys while about four other guys stood around jerking off, but wouldn't let me suck them. Don't get excited: they were all old, fat, and ugly, just like me.
I also sucked a young, jock-type guy for a little while, but then he turned around and wanted me to fuck his ass, which always messes up my role-playing.
Three loads in the mouth, all from uglies. But it was three loads all the same! I miss Theatair X and my regulars from there! But what are you gonna do? If you're a cumwhore like me, you've got to get cum somehow!
Thursday, November 15, 2012
About a Quarter Cup of Pearly Jizz Floating in my Toilet Bowl (Also: my tips on writing good Craigslist ads)
This post represents a change in the way I'm approaching the blog. Generally, my idea was to document every cock that shoots a load into my mouth or my ass. As I got busy, I fell behind (there's about a month's worth of backlog, as I've mentioned -- more than 40 separate incidents of men using my holes), so I started taking notes and thinking I'd catch up later. I have hardly ever actually caught up. And the reality is that when I write about an experience immediately after it happens, the post is better and more detailed than if I wait a month or two. I often completely forget what my notes are referring to by the time I write my post!
So here's what I'm going to do. I'd still like for this blog to eventually document every single cock I've been jizzed by since I started writing it, and I've still got my notes, but I'm also going to go ahead and write about sex that I've just had, too -- when it happens that I have a chance to blog in the immediate afterglow. There's no reason to be so structured about it. Since I am going to be doing less bookstore cruising and more Craigslist cruising (due to the arrests at my favorite bookstore, see previous post), this means I'll probably be more likely to blog immediately after sex, since my computer is right here in the same room I got fucked in (or whatever).
Which is what just happened.
I have found that on Craigslist, it helps to be very, very specific about what you want. If you like a wide variety of guys like I do, you need to think of each Craigslist ad as a specific "ad campaign" targeting only a particular type of guy. Just because that's how people use Craigslist. Also, if you're not a hot and sexy twink (which I am not), you need to be brutally honest about your shortcomings, and even try to tailor your ad to people who actually have a fetish for the things that you personally may not like about yourself. For example, I am an overweight, mostly hairless white guy with a very large ass. There are not a lot of guys who will especially go out of their way to get a blowjob from me -- if they saw me at an adult bookstore and they wanted a blowjob, sure, but if they're browsing Craigslist they're not going to go, oh, yeah, THAT is specifically the guy that I want. On the other hand, there are plenty of guys -- especially black guys, especially black guys with very large dicks -- who are specifically looking for big fat white asses to fuck. So even though I like a lot more guys than black guys, and I like a lot more activities than getting fucked, I tend to have success on Craigslist when I emphasize my big fat white ass, and I specify that I'm looking for black guys to fuck it, especially black guys with very large dicks (the large dick thing and the fat fetish thing seem to go hand in hand -- I guess fat bitches can take a large one better than skinny bitches can?).
Which is what I did.
I got three responses right away but you have to assume that two of the three will flake. Maybe even three of the three. The guy who ended up coming over was endearing because he had to have a friend drop him off, with the intention of taking the bus back home once he was done. That's dedication. If you live in a big city you probably don't understand: Louisville has a shitty, slow, inconvenient public transportation system. And it is a cold night.
He was a short, skinny, healthy-looking, clean middle-class, handsome-looking black guy in his late twenties to mid thirties, with whiskey on his breath. His dick turned out to be bigger than it appeared in the photo he sent me. About nine inches long and about as thick as the cardboard tube inside a toilet paper roll.
First we tried it with me on my knees on the couch hanging my ass off the edge. It hurt going in at first. He scolded me: "Stand still and let me get that dick in there." Once he got it in and fucked in and out a bit I was able to push back, and even milk it with my ass muscles a bit. He fucked me really hard, then slowed down and fucked me really slow, then really hard again, then pulled out completely and just rubbed the head around my asslips. He liked it when I squeezed with my muscles, but every now and then my squeezing hit the wrong pace and caused his dick to miss and bend and pop out. I started warning him when I was going to squeeze.
He wanted to try it with me on my back, and we did, but that didn't work at all. My feet are stinky, and I'm a very fat guy, and my couch is tiny, and whatever. Back on my knees.
He kept asking me about other guys who had fucked me, and he wanted to know if my boyfriend and I had ever taken cock at the same time from different guys. He wanted to know if I was a slut. He wanted to know how many dicks I've had (Ha!). I told him as much as he wanted to know. Seems he might be into a group scene someday, which I should file away. I'd love to get him and some other guys in a hotel room somewhere taking turns on my ass.
He finally settled in to a rhythm of very short, hard, rocking fucks, which hit my prostate just the right way and made me start making little kitten noises (I could tell he liked them, and that's why I did it at first, but after about ten minutes of hardcore prostate massage it was more like a deep, gutteral groan I was putting out, completely unconsciously). I actually did cum just a tiny little bit from the fucking.
He came a lot. I mean: as soon as he left, I went to shit it out, and what looked like at least a quarter cup of pearly jizz is floating in my toilet right now. I still feel more slime up in my ass, too.
After that, I posted another ad just very generically saying that I'm available to suck cock. I did get one response, but he didn't come over tonight. When he saw my email address, he asked, "What do I have to do to get you to write about me in your blog?" Either he googled the email address after he got my first response, and found this site, or he was already a reader. Either way: cool! I told him the truth: all you have to do is bust a load into my mouth or my ass. Maybe he will.
So here's what I'm going to do. I'd still like for this blog to eventually document every single cock I've been jizzed by since I started writing it, and I've still got my notes, but I'm also going to go ahead and write about sex that I've just had, too -- when it happens that I have a chance to blog in the immediate afterglow. There's no reason to be so structured about it. Since I am going to be doing less bookstore cruising and more Craigslist cruising (due to the arrests at my favorite bookstore, see previous post), this means I'll probably be more likely to blog immediately after sex, since my computer is right here in the same room I got fucked in (or whatever).
Which is what just happened.
I have found that on Craigslist, it helps to be very, very specific about what you want. If you like a wide variety of guys like I do, you need to think of each Craigslist ad as a specific "ad campaign" targeting only a particular type of guy. Just because that's how people use Craigslist. Also, if you're not a hot and sexy twink (which I am not), you need to be brutally honest about your shortcomings, and even try to tailor your ad to people who actually have a fetish for the things that you personally may not like about yourself. For example, I am an overweight, mostly hairless white guy with a very large ass. There are not a lot of guys who will especially go out of their way to get a blowjob from me -- if they saw me at an adult bookstore and they wanted a blowjob, sure, but if they're browsing Craigslist they're not going to go, oh, yeah, THAT is specifically the guy that I want. On the other hand, there are plenty of guys -- especially black guys, especially black guys with very large dicks -- who are specifically looking for big fat white asses to fuck. So even though I like a lot more guys than black guys, and I like a lot more activities than getting fucked, I tend to have success on Craigslist when I emphasize my big fat white ass, and I specify that I'm looking for black guys to fuck it, especially black guys with very large dicks (the large dick thing and the fat fetish thing seem to go hand in hand -- I guess fat bitches can take a large one better than skinny bitches can?).
Which is what I did.
I got three responses right away but you have to assume that two of the three will flake. Maybe even three of the three. The guy who ended up coming over was endearing because he had to have a friend drop him off, with the intention of taking the bus back home once he was done. That's dedication. If you live in a big city you probably don't understand: Louisville has a shitty, slow, inconvenient public transportation system. And it is a cold night.
He was a short, skinny, healthy-looking, clean middle-class, handsome-looking black guy in his late twenties to mid thirties, with whiskey on his breath. His dick turned out to be bigger than it appeared in the photo he sent me. About nine inches long and about as thick as the cardboard tube inside a toilet paper roll.
First we tried it with me on my knees on the couch hanging my ass off the edge. It hurt going in at first. He scolded me: "Stand still and let me get that dick in there." Once he got it in and fucked in and out a bit I was able to push back, and even milk it with my ass muscles a bit. He fucked me really hard, then slowed down and fucked me really slow, then really hard again, then pulled out completely and just rubbed the head around my asslips. He liked it when I squeezed with my muscles, but every now and then my squeezing hit the wrong pace and caused his dick to miss and bend and pop out. I started warning him when I was going to squeeze.
He wanted to try it with me on my back, and we did, but that didn't work at all. My feet are stinky, and I'm a very fat guy, and my couch is tiny, and whatever. Back on my knees.
He kept asking me about other guys who had fucked me, and he wanted to know if my boyfriend and I had ever taken cock at the same time from different guys. He wanted to know if I was a slut. He wanted to know how many dicks I've had (Ha!). I told him as much as he wanted to know. Seems he might be into a group scene someday, which I should file away. I'd love to get him and some other guys in a hotel room somewhere taking turns on my ass.
He finally settled in to a rhythm of very short, hard, rocking fucks, which hit my prostate just the right way and made me start making little kitten noises (I could tell he liked them, and that's why I did it at first, but after about ten minutes of hardcore prostate massage it was more like a deep, gutteral groan I was putting out, completely unconsciously). I actually did cum just a tiny little bit from the fucking.
He came a lot. I mean: as soon as he left, I went to shit it out, and what looked like at least a quarter cup of pearly jizz is floating in my toilet right now. I still feel more slime up in my ass, too.
After that, I posted another ad just very generically saying that I'm available to suck cock. I did get one response, but he didn't come over tonight. When he saw my email address, he asked, "What do I have to do to get you to write about me in your blog?" Either he googled the email address after he got my first response, and found this site, or he was already a reader. Either way: cool! I told him the truth: all you have to do is bust a load into my mouth or my ass. Maybe he will.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Arrests at My Favorite ABS!
This weekend, the police ran a "sting" operation on the adult bookstore where I usually cruise, and arrested three guys -- two straights who were there to cruise couples (the charge is that they offered to pay a female officer to suck them off) and one guy who was having sex with another guy in the theater. One of my readers emailed me to warn me this morning, but I had already seen the story. I still appreciate the concern, reader! I was sick this weekend, so I didn't happen to be anywhere near Theatair X, which is probably a lucky thing.
The arrests smell fishy to me, though. I've never noticed any prostitution going on of note there. One time a guy did ask me for money, but I told him I don't pay for it, and he eventually let me suck him anyway after not getting any other takers.
That said, I'm not sure how the straight cruising there works. I've had sex with the male in one of the straight couples, though, and they definitely weren't trying to pimp out the lady. I seriously doubt that that's what was really going on. But who knows?
As for the poor dude arrested for having sex in the theater, it seems supremely unfair that they didn't arrest the guy he was having sex with. Just him. What's up with that?
The two straight-couple-cruisers were regulars, extremely aggressive in their behaviors. When I complain about the straight guys chasing people down and making a big nuisance out of themselves, these are two of the guys I'm talking about. I'm not saying they necessarily deserved what they got. I'm just saying.
So, you may be wondering about continued updates to this blog. Don't worry. For one thing, I'm still way behind on my notes. I haven't made it through the end of September yet, in terms of backlog. I'll continue to update with posts based on those notes. But I'll probably lay low on the bookstore cruising for a while -- and I'll especially lay low on the Theatair X scene. Even if I wasn't afraid of getting arrested, myself (I'm not super-afraid of getting arrested), there's the reality that nobody else is going to be going there for a while due to the arrests.
There are plenty of other ways to get dick.
Maybe give the Craigslist thing more of a shot. The problem with Craigslist is that a). I don't really like going to stranger's houses, and b). when people come to my house, they now know where I live, and I've had a couple of guys I've sucked show up later, unannounced, on my doorstep, expecting me to suck them on demand, like I don't have a life -- friends, family, stuff to do -- of my own and c). usually when I post an ad, it's the same four or five guys -- guys that I've either already done and found lacking, or have rejected outright in the first place -- who answer the ads. Problems of a small town!
A couple of weeks back my boyfriend and I went to Chicago. He went to a bathhouse while I stayed in the hotel and cruised Craigslist. We had a great time. Maybe I could apply that same process here -- just get a hotel room, even though I already live here, and see what I can fish out of Craigslist. I'm guessing if I get a hotel somewhere far from my house -- way out on the East end or way out on the West end or maybe even in one of the exurbs -- I'd get a different set of responses from a different set of guys. And hotel sex may appeal more to the type of guy I like, since they're very much on the downlow, and they probably assume that somebody in a hotel is less likely to know anybody they know.
I dunno. I'll keep you posted!
I'll end up getting dicked down one way or another! Don't worry about that! Already since the arrests, I've had three guys answering old Craigslist ads that I posted weeks ago. I'm not the only one looking for an alternate route to fun times.
The arrests smell fishy to me, though. I've never noticed any prostitution going on of note there. One time a guy did ask me for money, but I told him I don't pay for it, and he eventually let me suck him anyway after not getting any other takers.
That said, I'm not sure how the straight cruising there works. I've had sex with the male in one of the straight couples, though, and they definitely weren't trying to pimp out the lady. I seriously doubt that that's what was really going on. But who knows?
As for the poor dude arrested for having sex in the theater, it seems supremely unfair that they didn't arrest the guy he was having sex with. Just him. What's up with that?
The two straight-couple-cruisers were regulars, extremely aggressive in their behaviors. When I complain about the straight guys chasing people down and making a big nuisance out of themselves, these are two of the guys I'm talking about. I'm not saying they necessarily deserved what they got. I'm just saying.
So, you may be wondering about continued updates to this blog. Don't worry. For one thing, I'm still way behind on my notes. I haven't made it through the end of September yet, in terms of backlog. I'll continue to update with posts based on those notes. But I'll probably lay low on the bookstore cruising for a while -- and I'll especially lay low on the Theatair X scene. Even if I wasn't afraid of getting arrested, myself (I'm not super-afraid of getting arrested), there's the reality that nobody else is going to be going there for a while due to the arrests.
There are plenty of other ways to get dick.
Maybe give the Craigslist thing more of a shot. The problem with Craigslist is that a). I don't really like going to stranger's houses, and b). when people come to my house, they now know where I live, and I've had a couple of guys I've sucked show up later, unannounced, on my doorstep, expecting me to suck them on demand, like I don't have a life -- friends, family, stuff to do -- of my own and c). usually when I post an ad, it's the same four or five guys -- guys that I've either already done and found lacking, or have rejected outright in the first place -- who answer the ads. Problems of a small town!
A couple of weeks back my boyfriend and I went to Chicago. He went to a bathhouse while I stayed in the hotel and cruised Craigslist. We had a great time. Maybe I could apply that same process here -- just get a hotel room, even though I already live here, and see what I can fish out of Craigslist. I'm guessing if I get a hotel somewhere far from my house -- way out on the East end or way out on the West end or maybe even in one of the exurbs -- I'd get a different set of responses from a different set of guys. And hotel sex may appeal more to the type of guy I like, since they're very much on the downlow, and they probably assume that somebody in a hotel is less likely to know anybody they know.
I dunno. I'll keep you posted!
I'll end up getting dicked down one way or another! Don't worry about that! Already since the arrests, I've had three guys answering old Craigslist ads that I posted weeks ago. I'm not the only one looking for an alternate route to fun times.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
I Rubbed The Dead Jizz from the Condom onto My Asslips
I have three notes on my phone about this one particular day, and I don't remember anything about these guys or the sex I had with them except for the notes that I took. That's the breaks when you're as much of a slut as I am. I'm currently writing these blog posts about two months behind my actual experiences, depending on the notes. Usually the notes I take spark an actual full-blown memory. Sometimes, like now, they don't.
I'd like to get more caught up so that I can write about the sex almost as soon as I have it, and remember everything better, but it's difficult to do when you have as much sex as I have. I'm trying to catch up today! Anyway, the date I'm talking about is apparently mid-to-late September. I'm not even going to try to fill out my notes imaginatively, because that would be a lie. I'm just going to write down what the notes say, and let you fill it in from there in your own imagination.
-- Fat bull moose with tight foreskin fucked my face hard; redheaded and mean-looking
-- Other fat trucker fucked me through gloryhole, didn't get good look at him
-- Hot young black guy huge dick fucked me with condom. I dug it out of the trash after he left booth and rubbed his dead jizz on my asslips
I'd like to get more caught up so that I can write about the sex almost as soon as I have it, and remember everything better, but it's difficult to do when you have as much sex as I have. I'm trying to catch up today! Anyway, the date I'm talking about is apparently mid-to-late September. I'm not even going to try to fill out my notes imaginatively, because that would be a lie. I'm just going to write down what the notes say, and let you fill it in from there in your own imagination.
-- Fat bull moose with tight foreskin fucked my face hard; redheaded and mean-looking
-- Other fat trucker fucked me through gloryhole, didn't get good look at him
-- Hot young black guy huge dick fucked me with condom. I dug it out of the trash after he left booth and rubbed his dead jizz on my asslips
Ugly Older Arabic Guy Fucked Me Like a Bitch
If you've read a lot of my blog, you know that I have a thing for Arabic guys. I know this is probably stereotyping, but I like that culturally they seem to have the exact attitude about homosexuality that I do: that there are men, and there are slutty queers whose job is to service them when they (the men) can't find a woman. And that's it. Whether any individual Arab guy thinks this way is irrelevant. It's what I've been led to believe -- by some of the Arabic guys I've messed around with, and also by reading stuff on the web -- is their attitude. And that attitude really turns me on.
So if a guy is Arabic, I'm completely ready to service him, even if he is (as was the case here) kind of old and ugly-looking. Sort of froggy. Tubby, with a mustache, fat belly, mid-fifties to early sixties, golden skin, tired eyes. The kind of guy you see working at a rundown convenience store sometimes.
Followed me around the aisles at the bookstore, and on one of the corners got close enough to brush my ass with his hand. That's not usually the way you cruise at this bookstore, but the brazenness of it, and the fact that he was very specifically letting me know that he thought of me as a piece of ass, turned me on. I jumped into a booth, he followed. He immediately put his hands on my hips and made a gesture as if to twirl me around (I'm no skinny twink, so he wasn't actually able to twirl me around, but the meaning was obvious). I turned around and unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down just far enough for my ass to hang out. Instead of pulling his own dick out, he humped up against my ass through his jeans for a while, holding my big manboobs in his warty, scratchy hands, and sniffing my neck and my ear. I think he might have licked my neck a little bit, or maybe it was a kiss. Hard to tell. He smelled like a barbershop: hair oil and soap.
Then he pulled his dick out through his fly (never took his pants down) and stuck it inside my ass and came after about two thrusts, just like that.
He turned away from me and watched the movie playing in the booth after he came, wouldn't even acknowledge my presence while I cleaned myself up and left. Didn't even glance over.
I hope I see that ugly fucker again!
So if a guy is Arabic, I'm completely ready to service him, even if he is (as was the case here) kind of old and ugly-looking. Sort of froggy. Tubby, with a mustache, fat belly, mid-fifties to early sixties, golden skin, tired eyes. The kind of guy you see working at a rundown convenience store sometimes.
Followed me around the aisles at the bookstore, and on one of the corners got close enough to brush my ass with his hand. That's not usually the way you cruise at this bookstore, but the brazenness of it, and the fact that he was very specifically letting me know that he thought of me as a piece of ass, turned me on. I jumped into a booth, he followed. He immediately put his hands on my hips and made a gesture as if to twirl me around (I'm no skinny twink, so he wasn't actually able to twirl me around, but the meaning was obvious). I turned around and unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down just far enough for my ass to hang out. Instead of pulling his own dick out, he humped up against my ass through his jeans for a while, holding my big manboobs in his warty, scratchy hands, and sniffing my neck and my ear. I think he might have licked my neck a little bit, or maybe it was a kiss. Hard to tell. He smelled like a barbershop: hair oil and soap.
Then he pulled his dick out through his fly (never took his pants down) and stuck it inside my ass and came after about two thrusts, just like that.
He turned away from me and watched the movie playing in the booth after he came, wouldn't even acknowledge my presence while I cleaned myself up and left. Didn't even glance over.
I hope I see that ugly fucker again!
Young Married Guy With Thick Glasses and Curvy Cock
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Monday, October 22, 2012
Girl Tells Her Boyfriend to Fuck Me Through Gloryhole
You have probably noticed that I get annoyed by the large number of straight couples who cruise the adult bookstore on the weekends. I usually stay out of there on weekends, as a matter of fact, because of them. It's not actually the couples who are problematic, though: it's the lonely-loser straight guys who clutter the halls, yammering loudly and waiting for them. I know what you might be thinking, and no: they're worse than the cocksuckers like me, who clutter the halls. More desperate. Also louder. More social. They travel like a pack of sharks. That's what the weekends are like, there.
Weekdays, you mostly still have normal cocksuckers and cocksuckees. When a straight couple comes in, they get ignored, more often than not, by the cocksuckers lining the walls. Which is what happened the day I'm telling you about -- my notes indicate that it was sometime in mid-September. This very cute guy -- just my type, short-cropped hair, a little bit of a beer belly, mid-twenties to early thirties, tattooes, stupid look on his fat-lipped face -- walks in with his chubby blond girlfriend and they go immediately into a gloryhole booth. Since this wasn't a weekend, there were no straight guys waiting around for them, so nobody goes in.
Finally, bored, I decided to do so. I looked in the hole, and the girl's face was there. She immediately stuck her pussy up to the hole.
I left the booth. No offense, but I've got no use for pussy.
An hour passed. Still, nobody went in there. I was still bored.
I went back into the booth, but instead of looking through the hole, I thought I'd see what happened if I just stuck my asshole up to it.
I heard her rustle around. Then I heard them whispering. He laughed, kind of embarrassedly, but she kept whispering with urgency. Then I felt the head of his cock poke through the hole.
This wasn't one of the super-large gloryholes I usually get fucked through, just a normal-sized hole, about the diameter of a soda can. I kept my ass to the hole but I did lean forward a bit and look back to make sure. His cock completely filled the diameter of the hole, that's how thick it was. He was only getting the head through at first. It was also already covered in slime, which was not spit and was not lube. I think it was actual pussy-juice, but what do I know? I arched back on it, took the head, and heard him groan -- it was more of an "argh" like somebody had hurt him, but I don't think it hurt him. He kept pushing and pushing and eventually got his whole cock through the (for him) tight gloryhole, and into my (not at all) tight manpussy. I heard her whispering to him the whole time. I was afraid he would scrape his dick on the sides of the gloryhole and not want to fuck me, so I rode up and down on his cock, allowing him to just stick it through and hold it still, until he unloaded in me. Which he did, with a really mean-sounding scream, like one of those Marine calls or something. "HRrrrah."
One of the hottest things that has ever happened to me.
I don't mind couples at the bookstore so much anymore, now that I know how to handle them!
What I don't know is whether or not she told him that it was a guy's ass or if she tried to convince him it was a girl's, or if she even knew, or cared, herself.
Weekdays, you mostly still have normal cocksuckers and cocksuckees. When a straight couple comes in, they get ignored, more often than not, by the cocksuckers lining the walls. Which is what happened the day I'm telling you about -- my notes indicate that it was sometime in mid-September. This very cute guy -- just my type, short-cropped hair, a little bit of a beer belly, mid-twenties to early thirties, tattooes, stupid look on his fat-lipped face -- walks in with his chubby blond girlfriend and they go immediately into a gloryhole booth. Since this wasn't a weekend, there were no straight guys waiting around for them, so nobody goes in.
Finally, bored, I decided to do so. I looked in the hole, and the girl's face was there. She immediately stuck her pussy up to the hole.
I left the booth. No offense, but I've got no use for pussy.
An hour passed. Still, nobody went in there. I was still bored.
I went back into the booth, but instead of looking through the hole, I thought I'd see what happened if I just stuck my asshole up to it.
I heard her rustle around. Then I heard them whispering. He laughed, kind of embarrassedly, but she kept whispering with urgency. Then I felt the head of his cock poke through the hole.
This wasn't one of the super-large gloryholes I usually get fucked through, just a normal-sized hole, about the diameter of a soda can. I kept my ass to the hole but I did lean forward a bit and look back to make sure. His cock completely filled the diameter of the hole, that's how thick it was. He was only getting the head through at first. It was also already covered in slime, which was not spit and was not lube. I think it was actual pussy-juice, but what do I know? I arched back on it, took the head, and heard him groan -- it was more of an "argh" like somebody had hurt him, but I don't think it hurt him. He kept pushing and pushing and eventually got his whole cock through the (for him) tight gloryhole, and into my (not at all) tight manpussy. I heard her whispering to him the whole time. I was afraid he would scrape his dick on the sides of the gloryhole and not want to fuck me, so I rode up and down on his cock, allowing him to just stick it through and hold it still, until he unloaded in me. Which he did, with a really mean-sounding scream, like one of those Marine calls or something. "HRrrrah."
One of the hottest things that has ever happened to me.
I don't mind couples at the bookstore so much anymore, now that I know how to handle them!
What I don't know is whether or not she told him that it was a guy's ass or if she tried to convince him it was a girl's, or if she even knew, or cared, herself.
Three Cocks from One Craigslist Ad, and a Thought on the Cocksucker vs. Cocksuckee Demographics
Still catching up on my old notes.
This would have been the middle of last month (September of 2012).
I posted an ad on Craigslist inviting straight guys to come over and use my mouth and/or ass. Seems like there's a ton of those ads on Craigslist, and if you didn't read between the lines, you'd think that the whole world is full of cocksuckers and there are no cocks to be found. I think a lot of sluts give up. I always get some when I post an ad, though, no matter how many other fags there are who have also posted. I think there's still more guys looking for blowjobs or butts to fuck than there are cocksuckers or ass-whores -- but the "straight" guys don't place ads. Why would they? The bitches are all lined up panting waiting for the cock. They get to pick and choose.
The first guy who answered was a skinny black guy with an enormous, fat, long curved cock. He said he was going to fuck me in his emails, but once he got here I ended up just sucking him off. He never made a move on my ass. I did get it all the way down my throat, which I don't think he was used to (he gasped). Eventually he worked up the courage to put his hands on the back of my head and force-fuck me. I always like it when they figure out that that's cool, on their own.
That was the only cock I got that day, but I got two more cocks from the same ad the next day. I guess in Louisville people read the older ads in addition to the newer ones.
The first guy that second day was somebody I had done before. He's middle-aged, wears a suit, looks like a trim used car salesman. His cock twists sideways from his body. I may have written about him before. Anyway, he came over, I sucked him, he left.
The second guy was a young cable installation contractor with tattoos all over his body and a shaved head. He asked me for my "stats" in his email, which is usually a turn-off for me (my favorite kind of guy is the kind who just wants a fucking mouth or ass to fuck and doesn't give a fuck), but followed it up with a second email, "Not that it really matters," almost immediately. He smelled and tasted strongly of cigarettes once he arrived. He stood the whole time while I sucked him off. Didn't take long, though he never got hard until just before he was ready to cum. I think he might have been the guy who originally installed our cable (they looked similar, anyway), but that's been seven years ago now, so I can't be certain.
If there were more cocksuckers than cocksuckees, I wouldn't have gotten three cocks from one ad. It's obvious that the numbers are in the cocksuckers' favor. It's just that one cocksucking satisfies the guy getting sucked, but the cocksucker needs more, more, more, so they're always looking.
This would have been the middle of last month (September of 2012).
I posted an ad on Craigslist inviting straight guys to come over and use my mouth and/or ass. Seems like there's a ton of those ads on Craigslist, and if you didn't read between the lines, you'd think that the whole world is full of cocksuckers and there are no cocks to be found. I think a lot of sluts give up. I always get some when I post an ad, though, no matter how many other fags there are who have also posted. I think there's still more guys looking for blowjobs or butts to fuck than there are cocksuckers or ass-whores -- but the "straight" guys don't place ads. Why would they? The bitches are all lined up panting waiting for the cock. They get to pick and choose.
The first guy who answered was a skinny black guy with an enormous, fat, long curved cock. He said he was going to fuck me in his emails, but once he got here I ended up just sucking him off. He never made a move on my ass. I did get it all the way down my throat, which I don't think he was used to (he gasped). Eventually he worked up the courage to put his hands on the back of my head and force-fuck me. I always like it when they figure out that that's cool, on their own.
That was the only cock I got that day, but I got two more cocks from the same ad the next day. I guess in Louisville people read the older ads in addition to the newer ones.
The first guy that second day was somebody I had done before. He's middle-aged, wears a suit, looks like a trim used car salesman. His cock twists sideways from his body. I may have written about him before. Anyway, he came over, I sucked him, he left.
The second guy was a young cable installation contractor with tattoos all over his body and a shaved head. He asked me for my "stats" in his email, which is usually a turn-off for me (my favorite kind of guy is the kind who just wants a fucking mouth or ass to fuck and doesn't give a fuck), but followed it up with a second email, "Not that it really matters," almost immediately. He smelled and tasted strongly of cigarettes once he arrived. He stood the whole time while I sucked him off. Didn't take long, though he never got hard until just before he was ready to cum. I think he might have been the guy who originally installed our cable (they looked similar, anyway), but that's been seven years ago now, so I can't be certain.
If there were more cocksuckers than cocksuckees, I wouldn't have gotten three cocks from one ad. It's obvious that the numbers are in the cocksuckers' favor. It's just that one cocksucking satisfies the guy getting sucked, but the cocksucker needs more, more, more, so they're always looking.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Three skinheads and one dude who had hair
Shaved heads are very popular in Louisville during the summer. Of the four guys I got on the date I'm writing about now (I don't know what the date was -- probably late August), three of them had shaved heads. I don't think they are technically "skinheads," because that's a much more specific thing, but I like to call them skinheads anyway.
The first one, I don't much remember. I remember that I was at the usual adult bookstore. That's only because I remember the guys in the notes after this one. Anyway, here is the note I made:
-- bald guy in pale blue shorts very thick cock.
You will notice that I don't mention how I got him off, whether it was through the gloryhole, or not, or whether he fucked my ass or my mouth or what. I wish I took better notes. Sorry. I just don't remember this one.
The second one, I do remember:
-- one of my regulars
This guy is a short, skinny dude with a beard who has fucked me in the ass a few times. The first time we ever got together was in the restroom at this same adult bookstore. Another time, he actually came to my house after answering a craigslist ad, and recognized me when I opened the door. This time, he fucked my ass for a little while through the gloryhole, then left the stall. I followed him to another gloryhole stall, and sucked him off. I think my ass was "off" that day. There are days when everybody wants to get into my ass, and days when nobody does. In this case, I had two different guys fuck my ass for a while but then cum in my mouth -- more on that later -- so maybe it was too loose and too gushy or something. It happens. I don't know!
Anyway, that was the one with hair on his head. Everybody else I got that day was bald.
The third one:
-- Big skinhead in restroom
This was, as mentioned, a big, very muscular, thick blue collar guy, who I sucked off in the restroom (I don't usually get guys in the restroom there -- it's risky, they might throw me out for good if they thought I was doing that) but when it happens, it happens. I noticed him at the urinal when I came into the restroom, but there was another guy at the urinal beside him, an older man, so I didn't make a move. The way this restroom works, you walk directly in and there are urinals along the wall on your left, then you turn right at roughly the same place where the urinals end and there's a doorless toilet stall at right angles from the last urinal. I sat on the toilet stall. I heard the two guys at the urinal whispering. I think the old guy was trying to talk the shaved-head guy into going to the arcades. Once I heard the door shut, I assumed that they had both left together, but when I came around the corner I saw that the bluecollar guy was still standing at the urinal. I made eye contact and went back to the toilet. He followed me immediately, cock hanging out of his pants, and just put it in my mouth, no questions asked. His cock was thin and short, but very sensitive and tasty, and he skull fucked it so hard into my throat that I thought my jaw would pop open.
He turned out to be a regular, later -- more on that shortly.
The fourth guy, another skinhead-type:
-- young bald guy who takes forever to cum (a regular)
This is a 20-something very athletic-looking jock-type guy who comes in fairly frequently to get his dick sucked. He isn't picky: whoever gets him gets him, and I've seen some nasty old bitches get him. Soon as he came in, I got behind him and followed him to a gloryhole stall, shooting evil looks to left and right to ward of any cockblocking interference. I got him! This is maybe the third time, out of about ten times I've seen him there. He's got a nice, long, thick, uncut dick that he likes to fuck in and out of the gloryhole, without any bearing on what you're holding up to the hole to catch it. First I had my mouth there, then I took my mouth off (he continued to fuck the air) and put my ass up to it. He didn't miss a stroke. He did, however, get soft after fucking my ass for a while. I went back to my mouth on the hole. When he came, he was buried deep, deep, deep into my throat. I felt every detail of his cockhead flaring inside there, though, my throat muscles were that sensitive. I could have drawn a picture of it based on the impressions in my throat nerves alone.
The first one, I don't much remember. I remember that I was at the usual adult bookstore. That's only because I remember the guys in the notes after this one. Anyway, here is the note I made:
-- bald guy in pale blue shorts very thick cock.
You will notice that I don't mention how I got him off, whether it was through the gloryhole, or not, or whether he fucked my ass or my mouth or what. I wish I took better notes. Sorry. I just don't remember this one.
The second one, I do remember:
-- one of my regulars
This guy is a short, skinny dude with a beard who has fucked me in the ass a few times. The first time we ever got together was in the restroom at this same adult bookstore. Another time, he actually came to my house after answering a craigslist ad, and recognized me when I opened the door. This time, he fucked my ass for a little while through the gloryhole, then left the stall. I followed him to another gloryhole stall, and sucked him off. I think my ass was "off" that day. There are days when everybody wants to get into my ass, and days when nobody does. In this case, I had two different guys fuck my ass for a while but then cum in my mouth -- more on that later -- so maybe it was too loose and too gushy or something. It happens. I don't know!
Anyway, that was the one with hair on his head. Everybody else I got that day was bald.
The third one:
-- Big skinhead in restroom
This was, as mentioned, a big, very muscular, thick blue collar guy, who I sucked off in the restroom (I don't usually get guys in the restroom there -- it's risky, they might throw me out for good if they thought I was doing that) but when it happens, it happens. I noticed him at the urinal when I came into the restroom, but there was another guy at the urinal beside him, an older man, so I didn't make a move. The way this restroom works, you walk directly in and there are urinals along the wall on your left, then you turn right at roughly the same place where the urinals end and there's a doorless toilet stall at right angles from the last urinal. I sat on the toilet stall. I heard the two guys at the urinal whispering. I think the old guy was trying to talk the shaved-head guy into going to the arcades. Once I heard the door shut, I assumed that they had both left together, but when I came around the corner I saw that the bluecollar guy was still standing at the urinal. I made eye contact and went back to the toilet. He followed me immediately, cock hanging out of his pants, and just put it in my mouth, no questions asked. His cock was thin and short, but very sensitive and tasty, and he skull fucked it so hard into my throat that I thought my jaw would pop open.
He turned out to be a regular, later -- more on that shortly.
The fourth guy, another skinhead-type:
-- young bald guy who takes forever to cum (a regular)
This is a 20-something very athletic-looking jock-type guy who comes in fairly frequently to get his dick sucked. He isn't picky: whoever gets him gets him, and I've seen some nasty old bitches get him. Soon as he came in, I got behind him and followed him to a gloryhole stall, shooting evil looks to left and right to ward of any cockblocking interference. I got him! This is maybe the third time, out of about ten times I've seen him there. He's got a nice, long, thick, uncut dick that he likes to fuck in and out of the gloryhole, without any bearing on what you're holding up to the hole to catch it. First I had my mouth there, then I took my mouth off (he continued to fuck the air) and put my ass up to it. He didn't miss a stroke. He did, however, get soft after fucking my ass for a while. I went back to my mouth on the hole. When he came, he was buried deep, deep, deep into my throat. I felt every detail of his cockhead flaring inside there, though, my throat muscles were that sensitive. I could have drawn a picture of it based on the impressions in my throat nerves alone.
Two totally straight guys -- quick cummers
It's been a long time since I've posted, but I have been taking a lot of cock, and taking a lot of notes. Looking back on the notes, what's embarrassing to me (and also a little tittilating) is how many guys I've gotten off that I completely forgot about afterwards. Some of them I can vaguely remember after I see the note, but I never would have remembered without it. Some of them, even with the note, I have no idea what happened or what I was talking about. Usually this was when I was in a frenzy, getting lots of cock, and they all just blur into one in my memory. In the past month alone, I've gotten 39 loads to shoot from about 36 men, according to my notes -- more men than most bitches -- even most slutty bitches! -- have sex with in a whole year. I wouldn't even know this fact if I hadn't been jotting down notes after every load I inspire -- (as long as they cum because of having their dick in my mouth or my ass, I count it, even if they don't give me the load) -- otherwise, I'd probably think I get about half the amount of cock that I actually get.
I'll try my best to remember every cock that I've written down in my notes, and tell you what happened, but in some cases I'll just have to copy the note that I made immediately after getting the guy off, and let that be that, because I have no idea what I was talking about when I wrote that note.
You should also be aware that if I suck a guy, or if he fucks me, and he doesn't cum, I don't count that as "having sex," so it doesn't go into my notes. If you are looking to account for how much of a slut I am, you can add another 30% to my sex totals if you count guys who don't cum as having had sex with me.
So, getting on with it.
Most of my notes are undated. I'm going to try to fix that going forward. I have made little marks between days, so I know which guys fell together on a particular day. I will try to go through day by day and catch up on all my cocks. Expect a lot of blogging until I catch up! There were a lot of really hot guys and really hot things that happened. This much I remember!
So here are my notes for the first day since my last post:
-- Tubby skinhead took forever to pick movie but came quickly.
I remember waiting and waiting and waiting at the gloryhole for this guy. It was one of those situations where you're not sure if he's actually cruising. He kept changing the movie and grabbing his crotch, but he didn't take his cock out until right before he let me suck it. I had almost given up on him. The only thing that kept me there was that he only stopped at the straight movies, and skipped over the gay ones quickly. Also, he would look down at the hole from time to time to make sure I was still watching. Finally, he stuck it through and I sucked it and it came almost as soon as my mouth got on it. That's what I remember, and I probably only remember all of that because I emphasized the long wait in the note that I made right afterwards. I don't really remember what he looked like, I don't remember his cock. I just know that I sucked it and that he had a sweet load that I loved eating.
-- Scruffy black haired guy played with my tits and came very quickly.
I remember this guy a little bit more. He was a skinny trucker-type (which is opposed to the much more common fat trucker-type): black hair, uncombed under a nylon baseball cap, red plaid shirt, hadn't shaved, or probably had a shower, in a while. I went into the stall with him and dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth, but it didn't get hard right away. One of the more shameful things that I like to do with a man who is obviously "really" straight is hike my shirt up over my head and play with my big fat man-boobs. If I pull them tight together into my hands they look a lot like a girl's tits. There are certain guys who really, really, really get off on this -- and this guy turned out to be one of them. He immediately got hard as soon as I started playing with my tits. He didn't grab them the way some guys do, but he did put his hand down, like it was by accident, and let his pinky brush my nipple. At the same time he did that, he also sharply breathed in and came. As you might expect, I liked it.
I should mention that I'm not a transexual or a CD or anything, but I can act a little effeminate if that's what it takes to get a man excited, and do especially love it when my tits get a man off. It "proves" that he's thinking of women while using me, and I've always liked that idea, that I'm just a replacement for what he really wants, that he just happens to be horny enough to be willing to use me.
Fucked up? Probably. Whatever. It gets you hard reading about this. Don't lie.
I'll try my best to remember every cock that I've written down in my notes, and tell you what happened, but in some cases I'll just have to copy the note that I made immediately after getting the guy off, and let that be that, because I have no idea what I was talking about when I wrote that note.
You should also be aware that if I suck a guy, or if he fucks me, and he doesn't cum, I don't count that as "having sex," so it doesn't go into my notes. If you are looking to account for how much of a slut I am, you can add another 30% to my sex totals if you count guys who don't cum as having had sex with me.
So, getting on with it.
Most of my notes are undated. I'm going to try to fix that going forward. I have made little marks between days, so I know which guys fell together on a particular day. I will try to go through day by day and catch up on all my cocks. Expect a lot of blogging until I catch up! There were a lot of really hot guys and really hot things that happened. This much I remember!
So here are my notes for the first day since my last post:
-- Tubby skinhead took forever to pick movie but came quickly.
I remember waiting and waiting and waiting at the gloryhole for this guy. It was one of those situations where you're not sure if he's actually cruising. He kept changing the movie and grabbing his crotch, but he didn't take his cock out until right before he let me suck it. I had almost given up on him. The only thing that kept me there was that he only stopped at the straight movies, and skipped over the gay ones quickly. Also, he would look down at the hole from time to time to make sure I was still watching. Finally, he stuck it through and I sucked it and it came almost as soon as my mouth got on it. That's what I remember, and I probably only remember all of that because I emphasized the long wait in the note that I made right afterwards. I don't really remember what he looked like, I don't remember his cock. I just know that I sucked it and that he had a sweet load that I loved eating.
-- Scruffy black haired guy played with my tits and came very quickly.
I remember this guy a little bit more. He was a skinny trucker-type (which is opposed to the much more common fat trucker-type): black hair, uncombed under a nylon baseball cap, red plaid shirt, hadn't shaved, or probably had a shower, in a while. I went into the stall with him and dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth, but it didn't get hard right away. One of the more shameful things that I like to do with a man who is obviously "really" straight is hike my shirt up over my head and play with my big fat man-boobs. If I pull them tight together into my hands they look a lot like a girl's tits. There are certain guys who really, really, really get off on this -- and this guy turned out to be one of them. He immediately got hard as soon as I started playing with my tits. He didn't grab them the way some guys do, but he did put his hand down, like it was by accident, and let his pinky brush my nipple. At the same time he did that, he also sharply breathed in and came. As you might expect, I liked it.
I should mention that I'm not a transexual or a CD or anything, but I can act a little effeminate if that's what it takes to get a man excited, and do especially love it when my tits get a man off. It "proves" that he's thinking of women while using me, and I've always liked that idea, that I'm just a replacement for what he really wants, that he just happens to be horny enough to be willing to use me.
Fucked up? Probably. Whatever. It gets you hard reading about this. Don't lie.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
August 15: black-haired bearded white guy
I actually have kind of a thing for guys who cum as soon as I get my mouth around their cocks. I figure they have to have been thinking some kind of feverishly nasty shit in their minds about how they wish that they had something wet on their dicks. A guy who pops off that quickly is definitely in the category of "men who are just using me as a hole to get off in." That's what happened on the 15th. Dude comes in -- 30something office worker type guy in good shape, with a bit of a scruffy beard. Goes to gloryhole stall. I go beside him, stick my mouth to the hole and make lewd pussy-like gestures with my lips. He sticks it into my mouth, cums, and goes. I don't think he even got it all the way in before he shot his wad.
That was the only cock I got that day.
That was the only cock I got that day.
August 12: Two in my Mouth, Two in My Ass
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August 9: 3 Loads in (or around) My Ass
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Sunday, August 5, 2012
One Cock Yesterday
I don't usually cruise the adult bookstore on Saturday night because it is so crowded. It's not just crowded with gay guys, either: it's crowded with straight guys looking for male/female couples. These guys all stand around jawing, and they chase any couple who comes in harder than any queen has ever chased any trick. You'd think that I would like it when the place is full of horny, frustrated straight guys, but it's a problem. Every one of those guys has been sucked by a fag, I guarantee it. But they can't let the other guys -- who have also been sucked by fags -- know this. It's just their way. So the place is full of guys I'd suck, and none of them are going to let me suck them because they know that the other guys -- who I'd also suck -- would see that they had let a fag suck them. They all have to pretend that they're only there for the couples.
It's awful.
I did manage to get one cock, though. Just as I was going in, a blonde 20-something construction-worker type kid (dirty shirt, dirty hands, clean bright handsome face) came in behind me. He followed me in, then followed me into the gloryhole booth beside the one I went into. His tokens weren't working. This could be a bad thing. I've lost many tricks due to non-working videos. But he kept at it, and eventually even put a dollar in, which did work. He was determined to not leave that booth! He was also shaking a little bit. He had a nice, thin cock. He didn't like it when I moved up and down: he only wanted to fuck into my mouth. Eventually, he came -- but not much.
I waited around for five hours listening to straight guys jabber about this or that straight couple who may or may not show up, after that. Jesus Christ those guys are much louder and more obnoxious than us fags. I'm sure of it.
It's awful.
I did manage to get one cock, though. Just as I was going in, a blonde 20-something construction-worker type kid (dirty shirt, dirty hands, clean bright handsome face) came in behind me. He followed me in, then followed me into the gloryhole booth beside the one I went into. His tokens weren't working. This could be a bad thing. I've lost many tricks due to non-working videos. But he kept at it, and eventually even put a dollar in, which did work. He was determined to not leave that booth! He was also shaking a little bit. He had a nice, thin cock. He didn't like it when I moved up and down: he only wanted to fuck into my mouth. Eventually, he came -- but not much.
I waited around for five hours listening to straight guys jabber about this or that straight couple who may or may not show up, after that. Jesus Christ those guys are much louder and more obnoxious than us fags. I'm sure of it.
Last Wednesday I Made at Least 11 Guys Cum
Last Wednesday I sucked cock from about 6:30 am to about 2:00 pm at the adult bookstore. Almost an eight hour work day! I counted the loads as I went, but I didn't take notes. I was too busy! I hope I remember them all. I will try! If the following post doesn't include 13 guys (11 in my mouth, two in my ass), that means I either miscounted while working the gloryhole, or I have forgotten some of them. Let's see ...
The first was a blond guy with a large curvy dick. He looked to be in his early thirties -- Little League coach type of a guy. The head was especially large, but the whole thing was large. It curved to my right (his left). I sucked it through the gloryhole, and put it in my ass for a little while, but it didn't stay hard in my ass, so I sucked some more. I got him off with my mouth, mostly, but unfortunately I had just pulled off to think about putting it in my ass again when he came. A lot of his cum went into my hand. I put my mouth back on it and took the rest, then wiped the cum on my hand onto my asshole, for lube for later cocks.
Next was a very handsome, clean black guy in a button-down shirt and business slacks. He had one of those dicks that turns completely to the side -- I have only encountered two of those in my life, but apparently they are a thing. Starts normally-oriented at the base, but then twists on its own axis as it goes out until the head is 90 degrees from normal, even though the cock itself is straight as a stick.
Despite that one weirdness, it was a fairly substantial cock, maybe 8 or 9 inches long, two or three wide. I sucked him for a while through the gloryhole, then put my ass to the hole and managed to get him into me. He fucked into me for a while then pulled out. I'm always afraid I will lose them at that point -- that they are freaking out for the anal play -- so I jumped down into a squat and started licking my lips at the hole. He, indeed, had been putting his cock back into his pants, but decided to give me another taste.
After sucking it for a little while more, I still wanted it in my ass very badly. It just felt like the kind of cock that needed to go into my ass. Good cocks for ass tend to be tender to the touch, and fat and long, of course, and more sensitive than the normal kind. When you lick the sides, you can feel the man shiver. That's how you know that this will be a good cock for ass. This was definitely a good cock for ass.
I tried it again, and this time he fucked me until he came. I turned and squatted again and he told me to "clean it off," which I did. He stayed hard, so I sucked on it for a while longer. Which turned into a long while longer. So then, what the hell, I put it back into my ass again, and he fucked another load into me -- taking much longer, but really giving my prostate a solid massage. I was so loose and lubed up that he was able to pull all the way out and slam it all the way back in, toward the end there. He was moaning more than I was!
Interlude. Those two guys shot their loads into my mouth and ass within about thirty minutes of one another. They were the sum total of the pre-work crowd, I think. It was about 7 or 7:30 by now. The cleaning staff -- two Mexicans, only one of whom is kind of do-able -- showed up, turned all the lights on in the arcade, and started cleaning. This is the danger of arriving too early at my favorite bookstore. I went out into the main part of the store to wait until they finished. It took them about and hour or two before they got fully done.
Next was a blond-haired forty-something guy with acne pits on his face, and bright blue eyes. He invited me into a booth with him. He got up on his stool, laid back into the wall, and spread his legs wide so that I could eat his ass and balls while sucking his cock. When he came, I happened to have my mouth off of it (this doesn't usually happen -- twice in one day! bad cocksucker!) and it went all over my neck and shirt before I got it back into my mouth. He came a lot. He warned me about having some on my neck and I told him that I've been seen in public with cum in worse places than that before.
Next was a guy with a mean-looking face and a beer belly. Other than that, he was pretty hot, with strong arms and legs, a really masculine attitude. His cock was short, about five inches, but very fat, and it had a deliciously clean & tender foreskin that hugged the sides of the head, never covering the head itself. I like that in a foreskin. Also a constant dribble of pre-cum drool came out of the slit. A good cock for serious sucking. He was a real mouth-fucker, not giving me the opportunity to do any of the work myself. He fucked in and out, and also up and down, making me move my head around to keep up with where he was going. This particular gloryhole is more like a slot, about 7 inches up and down and three inches wide. He wallowed around and humped that wall deliriously, like it was a big fat whore, and my mouth just had to guess where his cock was going to be going next and meet him there. I tried to get him to fuck me in my ass but he actually left the stall when he saw my ass at the hole. I jumped out and followed him to the next gloryhole, where I finished him off, and never put my ass up to the hole. I don't know if he realized I was the same mouth that he had been fucking before, or not. When he came in my mouth (really right on the verge of my throat) he said, "Oh. Yes. God."
Next was a chubby blond guy that had a large Prince Albert piercing. These usually get in the way, but I was able to suck him off -- probably because his cock was so plump and pleasing. I managed to get him into my ass for a little while, but there was no way that was going to work. Prince Alberts, especially ones this large -- the ring gauge was about as thick as a pencil, strike me as the most annoying and least functional of all the piercings. He came in my mouth.
The sixth guy was another handsome black guy. This one's a regular here. He's either gay or bi (he watches gay movies), but I don't mind, because he is so hot, and because he seems to be a complete top. He looks like a slightly pudgy version of LL Cool J. He has fucked me once before through the gloryhole. His cock is enormous. It's at least five or six inches around -- kind of oval-shaped, flat on the top and bottom and fat on the sides -- and 8 or 9 inches long.
This day, I kept going into gloryhole booths and sticking my ass to the hole, hoping he would follow, but he didn't. When I was standing around outside, though, he would stand near me and fondle his cock.
Finally I went into a non-gloryhole booth, and he followed me in. I sucked it a while. I was able to take it all the way down! I hadn't expected to be able to get that thing all the way into my throat. Then I asked if he wanted to fuck me, and he did. I found it more difficult to take without the gloryhole between us. When there's a gloryhole involved, the bottom has a little bit of control. If the cock is coming on too hard, I can pull away a little bit, and he can't follow me because of the wall. That wasn't the case in the booth. He fucked the living daylights out of me, shoving it in so hard I couldn't breathe, and slamming it back out so hard I didn't want to. I hardly ever grunt and whine when I'm getting fucked, because I am such a loose, pussy-assed fag, but I swear I sounded like a teenage virgin. Toward the end, I shot a little bit of very runny, liquid shit out (I felt it spray my legs) and I was humiliated, but either he didn't notice or he didn't care. I tried to pull up and away, but he was all, "No, I'm cumming, wait, wait." After he came, he thanked me and left. I grabbed some paper towels to clean off my leg and the floor.
Next was a wiry construction-worker type guy with curly salt and pepper hair. His cock tasted sweet, weirdly. He came almost as soon as I got it in my mouth through the gloryhole.
Load number eight came from another pudgy trucker-type guy. This one had a fairly small cock. I liked the tattoos on his arms and neck. He had a goatee and a face shaped like an anvil. Came in my mouth through the gloryhole.
By now I'm getting overly excited because I'm within striking distance of my all-time record for taking loads in one day (15). I hardly ever get past five loads in one cruising day -- six or seven on a really good day. To have reached 8 so easily made me think maybe this is the day I beat my record. Every time a new guy came in, I'd say, "You're number nine, you're number nine, you're number nine."
I said this about a skinny, very handsome black-haired guy with thick matted chest and arm hair (the kind that goes down past the wrists), but by now it was noon, and there was a lot of competition. He went into a booth, immediately followed by one of the other queens hanging around.
Then a tubby but very cute and bearish tattooed guy came in. C. Everett Coop beard, big strong arms, fat gut, smiley face. I said, "You're number nine, you're number nine, you're number nine" to myself. But he disappeared in the crowd.
Then it just happened that the queen who had jumped into the booth beside my skinny, hairy guy came out. I guess they didn't like each other. I jumped in and squatted. He already had his cock out. Fairly long, nice big head, not completely hard. I sucked it a while, then he reached through the hole (this particular booth has a very large, square gloryhole) and grabbed my face in his hands. He positioned my face so that my chin was pushed all the way through the hole, and my forehead was all the way back, a weird and uncomfortable angle. But it also happened to the the angle that allowed him to stick his cock straight down my throat with no problems. Which he did. He fucked his load into me quickly after that, just two or three strokes directly into my breathing-hole.
I stayed on my knees when he left, and who should appear but the tubby bearish tattooed guy. He just came directly into the door, pulled his cock out and shoved it through, no questions asked. He had a very small, very hard little cock -- about four inches long, fairly thin, hard as a piece of silverware. I enjoyed sucking it, especially because I knew that he knew that I had just finished up the guy in "line" in front of him. So instead of number nine, he was number ten. Didn't take him long.
I walked around a bit after that. I sucked off one more tubby guy -- went into a booth with him. He had a very bulbous belly and no belly button. He said, "I'm going to fill you up." Just as he was cumming, I got a cramp in my foot (I was on my knees, my feet were bent back on themselves, I was wearing flip-flops) but I managed to gobble down load number eleven in that state.
I walked around for hours after that. Nothing much showed up. The place died after lunch. Now, I distinctly remember thinking that I had done 13 guys, but all I can remember here is 11. Either way, I didn't make my record! Still, thirteen loads, or even eleven loads, is a lot of loads for one slut in one day, I think anybody would agree. Wouldn't you agree?
I hope before I get too old to attract good cock that I can someday suck 20 in one day. That's my current goal.
The first was a blond guy with a large curvy dick. He looked to be in his early thirties -- Little League coach type of a guy. The head was especially large, but the whole thing was large. It curved to my right (his left). I sucked it through the gloryhole, and put it in my ass for a little while, but it didn't stay hard in my ass, so I sucked some more. I got him off with my mouth, mostly, but unfortunately I had just pulled off to think about putting it in my ass again when he came. A lot of his cum went into my hand. I put my mouth back on it and took the rest, then wiped the cum on my hand onto my asshole, for lube for later cocks.
Next was a very handsome, clean black guy in a button-down shirt and business slacks. He had one of those dicks that turns completely to the side -- I have only encountered two of those in my life, but apparently they are a thing. Starts normally-oriented at the base, but then twists on its own axis as it goes out until the head is 90 degrees from normal, even though the cock itself is straight as a stick.
Despite that one weirdness, it was a fairly substantial cock, maybe 8 or 9 inches long, two or three wide. I sucked him for a while through the gloryhole, then put my ass to the hole and managed to get him into me. He fucked into me for a while then pulled out. I'm always afraid I will lose them at that point -- that they are freaking out for the anal play -- so I jumped down into a squat and started licking my lips at the hole. He, indeed, had been putting his cock back into his pants, but decided to give me another taste.
After sucking it for a little while more, I still wanted it in my ass very badly. It just felt like the kind of cock that needed to go into my ass. Good cocks for ass tend to be tender to the touch, and fat and long, of course, and more sensitive than the normal kind. When you lick the sides, you can feel the man shiver. That's how you know that this will be a good cock for ass. This was definitely a good cock for ass.
I tried it again, and this time he fucked me until he came. I turned and squatted again and he told me to "clean it off," which I did. He stayed hard, so I sucked on it for a while longer. Which turned into a long while longer. So then, what the hell, I put it back into my ass again, and he fucked another load into me -- taking much longer, but really giving my prostate a solid massage. I was so loose and lubed up that he was able to pull all the way out and slam it all the way back in, toward the end there. He was moaning more than I was!
Interlude. Those two guys shot their loads into my mouth and ass within about thirty minutes of one another. They were the sum total of the pre-work crowd, I think. It was about 7 or 7:30 by now. The cleaning staff -- two Mexicans, only one of whom is kind of do-able -- showed up, turned all the lights on in the arcade, and started cleaning. This is the danger of arriving too early at my favorite bookstore. I went out into the main part of the store to wait until they finished. It took them about and hour or two before they got fully done.
Next was a blond-haired forty-something guy with acne pits on his face, and bright blue eyes. He invited me into a booth with him. He got up on his stool, laid back into the wall, and spread his legs wide so that I could eat his ass and balls while sucking his cock. When he came, I happened to have my mouth off of it (this doesn't usually happen -- twice in one day! bad cocksucker!) and it went all over my neck and shirt before I got it back into my mouth. He came a lot. He warned me about having some on my neck and I told him that I've been seen in public with cum in worse places than that before.
Next was a guy with a mean-looking face and a beer belly. Other than that, he was pretty hot, with strong arms and legs, a really masculine attitude. His cock was short, about five inches, but very fat, and it had a deliciously clean & tender foreskin that hugged the sides of the head, never covering the head itself. I like that in a foreskin. Also a constant dribble of pre-cum drool came out of the slit. A good cock for serious sucking. He was a real mouth-fucker, not giving me the opportunity to do any of the work myself. He fucked in and out, and also up and down, making me move my head around to keep up with where he was going. This particular gloryhole is more like a slot, about 7 inches up and down and three inches wide. He wallowed around and humped that wall deliriously, like it was a big fat whore, and my mouth just had to guess where his cock was going to be going next and meet him there. I tried to get him to fuck me in my ass but he actually left the stall when he saw my ass at the hole. I jumped out and followed him to the next gloryhole, where I finished him off, and never put my ass up to the hole. I don't know if he realized I was the same mouth that he had been fucking before, or not. When he came in my mouth (really right on the verge of my throat) he said, "Oh. Yes. God."
Next was a chubby blond guy that had a large Prince Albert piercing. These usually get in the way, but I was able to suck him off -- probably because his cock was so plump and pleasing. I managed to get him into my ass for a little while, but there was no way that was going to work. Prince Alberts, especially ones this large -- the ring gauge was about as thick as a pencil, strike me as the most annoying and least functional of all the piercings. He came in my mouth.
The sixth guy was another handsome black guy. This one's a regular here. He's either gay or bi (he watches gay movies), but I don't mind, because he is so hot, and because he seems to be a complete top. He looks like a slightly pudgy version of LL Cool J. He has fucked me once before through the gloryhole. His cock is enormous. It's at least five or six inches around -- kind of oval-shaped, flat on the top and bottom and fat on the sides -- and 8 or 9 inches long.
This day, I kept going into gloryhole booths and sticking my ass to the hole, hoping he would follow, but he didn't. When I was standing around outside, though, he would stand near me and fondle his cock.
Finally I went into a non-gloryhole booth, and he followed me in. I sucked it a while. I was able to take it all the way down! I hadn't expected to be able to get that thing all the way into my throat. Then I asked if he wanted to fuck me, and he did. I found it more difficult to take without the gloryhole between us. When there's a gloryhole involved, the bottom has a little bit of control. If the cock is coming on too hard, I can pull away a little bit, and he can't follow me because of the wall. That wasn't the case in the booth. He fucked the living daylights out of me, shoving it in so hard I couldn't breathe, and slamming it back out so hard I didn't want to. I hardly ever grunt and whine when I'm getting fucked, because I am such a loose, pussy-assed fag, but I swear I sounded like a teenage virgin. Toward the end, I shot a little bit of very runny, liquid shit out (I felt it spray my legs) and I was humiliated, but either he didn't notice or he didn't care. I tried to pull up and away, but he was all, "No, I'm cumming, wait, wait." After he came, he thanked me and left. I grabbed some paper towels to clean off my leg and the floor.
Next was a wiry construction-worker type guy with curly salt and pepper hair. His cock tasted sweet, weirdly. He came almost as soon as I got it in my mouth through the gloryhole.
Load number eight came from another pudgy trucker-type guy. This one had a fairly small cock. I liked the tattoos on his arms and neck. He had a goatee and a face shaped like an anvil. Came in my mouth through the gloryhole.
By now I'm getting overly excited because I'm within striking distance of my all-time record for taking loads in one day (15). I hardly ever get past five loads in one cruising day -- six or seven on a really good day. To have reached 8 so easily made me think maybe this is the day I beat my record. Every time a new guy came in, I'd say, "You're number nine, you're number nine, you're number nine."
I said this about a skinny, very handsome black-haired guy with thick matted chest and arm hair (the kind that goes down past the wrists), but by now it was noon, and there was a lot of competition. He went into a booth, immediately followed by one of the other queens hanging around.
Then a tubby but very cute and bearish tattooed guy came in. C. Everett Coop beard, big strong arms, fat gut, smiley face. I said, "You're number nine, you're number nine, you're number nine" to myself. But he disappeared in the crowd.
Then it just happened that the queen who had jumped into the booth beside my skinny, hairy guy came out. I guess they didn't like each other. I jumped in and squatted. He already had his cock out. Fairly long, nice big head, not completely hard. I sucked it a while, then he reached through the hole (this particular booth has a very large, square gloryhole) and grabbed my face in his hands. He positioned my face so that my chin was pushed all the way through the hole, and my forehead was all the way back, a weird and uncomfortable angle. But it also happened to the the angle that allowed him to stick his cock straight down my throat with no problems. Which he did. He fucked his load into me quickly after that, just two or three strokes directly into my breathing-hole.
I stayed on my knees when he left, and who should appear but the tubby bearish tattooed guy. He just came directly into the door, pulled his cock out and shoved it through, no questions asked. He had a very small, very hard little cock -- about four inches long, fairly thin, hard as a piece of silverware. I enjoyed sucking it, especially because I knew that he knew that I had just finished up the guy in "line" in front of him. So instead of number nine, he was number ten. Didn't take him long.
I walked around a bit after that. I sucked off one more tubby guy -- went into a booth with him. He had a very bulbous belly and no belly button. He said, "I'm going to fill you up." Just as he was cumming, I got a cramp in my foot (I was on my knees, my feet were bent back on themselves, I was wearing flip-flops) but I managed to gobble down load number eleven in that state.
I walked around for hours after that. Nothing much showed up. The place died after lunch. Now, I distinctly remember thinking that I had done 13 guys, but all I can remember here is 11. Either way, I didn't make my record! Still, thirteen loads, or even eleven loads, is a lot of loads for one slut in one day, I think anybody would agree. Wouldn't you agree?
I hope before I get too old to attract good cock that I can someday suck 20 in one day. That's my current goal.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Pierced Cock Never Got Fully Hard
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Wednesday, July 18, 2012
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My notes 3/12 - 3/19 (last time I got any)
3/12
Intense trucker who tripped on his way in, I sucked him through the gloryhole
Older guy with fat but short cock fucked me thru gloryhole
Brylcreem dude fucked me came in my ass twice
Ugly fat married workingman I sucked
Facefucker through gloryhole
3/13
Guy with strong southern accent fucked me thru gh but came in my mouth
Chubby frat boy with dick that bent down over enthusiastic fuck thru gh
Completely anonymous with my ass to gloryhole when he came into booth, I never saw him, he never saw me
Trucker fucked me thru hole then in his stall
Tattooed roughneck with skinny dick only wanted bj thru hole
Short crew cut chubbychaser
3/19
Short guy kept changing gloryholes
Guy with red condom never saw face fucked me thru gloryhole
Older blatino guy with big headed cock
Intense trucker who tripped on his way in, I sucked him through the gloryhole
Older guy with fat but short cock fucked me thru gloryhole
Brylcreem dude fucked me came in my ass twice
Ugly fat married workingman I sucked
Facefucker through gloryhole
3/13
Guy with strong southern accent fucked me thru gh but came in my mouth
Chubby frat boy with dick that bent down over enthusiastic fuck thru gh
Completely anonymous with my ass to gloryhole when he came into booth, I never saw him, he never saw me
Trucker fucked me thru hole then in his stall
Tattooed roughneck with skinny dick only wanted bj thru hole
Short crew cut chubbychaser
3/19
Short guy kept changing gloryholes
Guy with red condom never saw face fucked me thru gloryhole
Older blatino guy with big headed cock
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Golf Dad, BBC, talkative throat-fucker, and Golf Dad again (and again)
Yesterday I cruised all day and only got one cock, one of my regulars. He is an older, handsome guy who has gone a little pear-shaped. He looks like a doctor or lawyer, somebody's dad. This day he was wearing a cap that said "Golf Dad" on it, so that's what I'll call him from now on. He's the one who sticks his cock through the gloryhole and waits for somebody, anybody, to suck it. He doesn't like any real mouth action -- just wants you to hold your mouth slack like a pussy while he gently fucks into it. Remember that guy? I've sucked him off maybe fifty or sixty times over the years, probably given him more orgasms than his wife (he has a wedding ring).
Anyway, I had just about given up on sucking any cock yesterday -- had been to all the bookstores. I was out at Showboat, which is in Louisville, a place I hardly ever go, and he showed up. He had been in a gloryhole booth, obviously fruitlessly. As soon as he saw me, he obviously recognized me as one of his cocksuckers. He went into a booth and left the door open (there are only a couple of gloryholes at Showboat, and they were both occupied, at least on one side or another). I followed him in there. Given the way he likes to be sucked -- just fucking gently into a passive mouth -- a gloryhole is really a much better way to service him. It was awkward without the wall between us. He eventually sat down and I just held my mouth on his cock while he tensed and untensed his butt muscles, which was apparently enough friction to make him cum.
That was yesterday.
The first load I took today was from a very big black cock that fucked me through the gloryhole at the bookstore in Indiana. Seemed like he took an hour or two! Probably just twenty or thirty minutes. It was huge. He had one of those cocks that is as thick as a wrist -- and similarly shaped, sort of oval. At least ten inches long. He fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked, all the way in and all the way out. Once he realized that he could take it all the way out and still get it back in easily, he really pounded me hard. I held on for dear life! Actually, after the first ten minutes or so, I was sloppy enough to be able to push back with every thrust. We had a nice back and forth rhythm working between us. He was wearing a condom, but after he came, he let me take the condom and keep it. He sort of demanded that I take it and keep it, actually, wordlessly: he presented his cock through the hole, still wearing the condom, and waited there until I took it off of him. I ate the load out of the condom, and then spit a little bit of it out onto my hand and rubbed it into my asspussy.
Right now, as I am writing this, I still feel that fuck, like when you come out of the ocean and you still feel the waves around you. My Ass Is Jelly right now! When I sit I feel squishy!
Next was a talkative white guy in a striped shirt. "You like that, don't you?" I went into the booth with him. Forced his cock all the way down my throat (it wasn't that large, and I took it easily, but it wasn't my idea to do so when it happened) and shot his load, just like that. He said, "That didn't take long."
Golf dad showed up again today! I sucked him again, this time through a gloryhole! I love to suck Golf Dad! This time, after he came, he stayed in the booth, and I went and made a few circuits. When I went to check back up on him, he stuck his cock through the hole again, and I took another load off of him!
Anyway, I had just about given up on sucking any cock yesterday -- had been to all the bookstores. I was out at Showboat, which is in Louisville, a place I hardly ever go, and he showed up. He had been in a gloryhole booth, obviously fruitlessly. As soon as he saw me, he obviously recognized me as one of his cocksuckers. He went into a booth and left the door open (there are only a couple of gloryholes at Showboat, and they were both occupied, at least on one side or another). I followed him in there. Given the way he likes to be sucked -- just fucking gently into a passive mouth -- a gloryhole is really a much better way to service him. It was awkward without the wall between us. He eventually sat down and I just held my mouth on his cock while he tensed and untensed his butt muscles, which was apparently enough friction to make him cum.
That was yesterday.
The first load I took today was from a very big black cock that fucked me through the gloryhole at the bookstore in Indiana. Seemed like he took an hour or two! Probably just twenty or thirty minutes. It was huge. He had one of those cocks that is as thick as a wrist -- and similarly shaped, sort of oval. At least ten inches long. He fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked, all the way in and all the way out. Once he realized that he could take it all the way out and still get it back in easily, he really pounded me hard. I held on for dear life! Actually, after the first ten minutes or so, I was sloppy enough to be able to push back with every thrust. We had a nice back and forth rhythm working between us. He was wearing a condom, but after he came, he let me take the condom and keep it. He sort of demanded that I take it and keep it, actually, wordlessly: he presented his cock through the hole, still wearing the condom, and waited there until I took it off of him. I ate the load out of the condom, and then spit a little bit of it out onto my hand and rubbed it into my asspussy.
Right now, as I am writing this, I still feel that fuck, like when you come out of the ocean and you still feel the waves around you. My Ass Is Jelly right now! When I sit I feel squishy!
Next was a talkative white guy in a striped shirt. "You like that, don't you?" I went into the booth with him. Forced his cock all the way down my throat (it wasn't that large, and I took it easily, but it wasn't my idea to do so when it happened) and shot his load, just like that. He said, "That didn't take long."
Golf dad showed up again today! I sucked him again, this time through a gloryhole! I love to suck Golf Dad! This time, after he came, he stayed in the booth, and I went and made a few circuits. When I went to check back up on him, he stuck his cock through the hole again, and I took another load off of him!
7 Cocks, including my first blog fan blowjob, and now we're caught up!
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