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Monday, August 12, 2013
Craigslist Drama
Every time I post an ad on Craigslist these days, I get a response back almost immediately: "troll" or "eww" or "loser" or "fat old man." I'm pretty sure they're all from the same guy, who has decided to have a hate-on for me (and maybe for all guys older than twink-age). I can't tell, though, because Craigslist has this new functionality where the identity of email respondents can be hidden (subject line is always "Craigslist Reply [four random letters and words]"). The tone is always the same, but it's a pretty easy tone, especially given the shortness of the replies.
This might be a trick who I mistakenly told my house was on the right side of the street rather than the left side of the street one time. I watched him pull up and stare forlornly at the counseling center on the right side of the street. If I'd known it was him, I'd have gotten his attention, but I had no idea for sure (until later). When he got home he emailed me, furious. I explained to him that I had made a mistake, but he said, no, my house really is on the right side of the street and I obviously just wasn't answering the door. He had my street address, and house number, and yet he's still convinced that it was on the wrong side of the street. And angry about it! Also, he mentioned (contradicting himself) that he saw me watching him and also that he "heard my dogs" (which I had put out in the back yard to keep them from bothering us while we played, of course). I got a few hateful emails from him after that. He really went off the deep end. I had to stop using the ass pic that I used in the ad that attracted him in the first place because every time he saw it he went off into another tear of righteous fury. "I'd know that ass anywhere," he'd say.
So it might be him.
Or it might just be some random silly little gay boy who hates old, fat dudes just because. I used to be one of those boys. I'd drive around the "gay park" in my hometown and run redlights just to keep from talking to them, instead of politely declining. It was about my own fear of growing old, of course, and being a sad lonely "homosexual" desperate for sex. Generally, though, I failed to throw attitude at them until they actually tried to hit on me (how dare they assume that I would sink so low as to do them! what an insult!). That's not what I'm doing in my Craigslist ads. In fact, I'm very specific in my Craigslist ads that I prefer guys around my own age. And that I am fat. Etc.
One time there was a guy at the adult bookstore in Indiana who walked in the place, came up to where I was standing, and said, to my face, "troll" and walked away. I didn't get upset because I had just been fucked by a hot Latino guy, and also because the little bitch wasn't interesting to me in the least anyway. He did the same thing to almost everybody in the place. The ones who weren't older, he'd call fat. The ones who weren't older or fat, he'd just look at and say, "no." What I noticed is that he spent a lot of time doing this, which struck me as a sad way to spend a lot of time. But to each his own. It obviously gave him some kind of pleasure.
So, assuming that it's that kind of thing, and not the one specific crazy guy who thinks I live on the other side of the street, here's what I'd say to my harasser, if I ever responded (I don't respond, because my experience on the Internet is that a response always makes the harassment worse):
Someday, you too will be in your forties, if you are lucky. You will face the arrogance of the young in the same way that I do: with some amusement and a ton of indifference. I have been you before. I know what motivates your fear of older men and your desire to run them out of the spaces where you look for sex. But you know what else? You will be me (again, like I said, if you're lucky). By that time, though, I will probably be dead, and will therefore give even less of a fuck. You, on the other hand, will look back on these emails you've been sending me with embarrassment. And you will think of me. You will always think of me.
This might be a trick who I mistakenly told my house was on the right side of the street rather than the left side of the street one time. I watched him pull up and stare forlornly at the counseling center on the right side of the street. If I'd known it was him, I'd have gotten his attention, but I had no idea for sure (until later). When he got home he emailed me, furious. I explained to him that I had made a mistake, but he said, no, my house really is on the right side of the street and I obviously just wasn't answering the door. He had my street address, and house number, and yet he's still convinced that it was on the wrong side of the street. And angry about it! Also, he mentioned (contradicting himself) that he saw me watching him and also that he "heard my dogs" (which I had put out in the back yard to keep them from bothering us while we played, of course). I got a few hateful emails from him after that. He really went off the deep end. I had to stop using the ass pic that I used in the ad that attracted him in the first place because every time he saw it he went off into another tear of righteous fury. "I'd know that ass anywhere," he'd say.
So it might be him.
Or it might just be some random silly little gay boy who hates old, fat dudes just because. I used to be one of those boys. I'd drive around the "gay park" in my hometown and run redlights just to keep from talking to them, instead of politely declining. It was about my own fear of growing old, of course, and being a sad lonely "homosexual" desperate for sex. Generally, though, I failed to throw attitude at them until they actually tried to hit on me (how dare they assume that I would sink so low as to do them! what an insult!). That's not what I'm doing in my Craigslist ads. In fact, I'm very specific in my Craigslist ads that I prefer guys around my own age. And that I am fat. Etc.
One time there was a guy at the adult bookstore in Indiana who walked in the place, came up to where I was standing, and said, to my face, "troll" and walked away. I didn't get upset because I had just been fucked by a hot Latino guy, and also because the little bitch wasn't interesting to me in the least anyway. He did the same thing to almost everybody in the place. The ones who weren't older, he'd call fat. The ones who weren't older or fat, he'd just look at and say, "no." What I noticed is that he spent a lot of time doing this, which struck me as a sad way to spend a lot of time. But to each his own. It obviously gave him some kind of pleasure.
So, assuming that it's that kind of thing, and not the one specific crazy guy who thinks I live on the other side of the street, here's what I'd say to my harasser, if I ever responded (I don't respond, because my experience on the Internet is that a response always makes the harassment worse):
Someday, you too will be in your forties, if you are lucky. You will face the arrogance of the young in the same way that I do: with some amusement and a ton of indifference. I have been you before. I know what motivates your fear of older men and your desire to run them out of the spaces where you look for sex. But you know what else? You will be me (again, like I said, if you're lucky). By that time, though, I will probably be dead, and will therefore give even less of a fuck. You, on the other hand, will look back on these emails you've been sending me with embarrassment. And you will think of me. You will always think of me.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Not Writing About Craigslist Tricks Anymore
The problem with writing about Craigslist tricks is that they sometimes find the blog and recognize themselves. This makes some number of them not want to mess around with me anymore:
1. They think of themselves as "on the downlow" and knowing that I am writing about my experiences -- even though nobody else in the world would recognize them from my description -- freaks them out. "On the downlow" is about not leaving any trace or track in the real world, as if the thing you did with the fag never happened: for some of these guys, that's part of the sexiness of it.
2. They "didn't realize" that I was taking so much other cock until they read the blog, and are afraid to mess around with such a slut. I'm, like, dude, within two minutes of meeting me you had your cock up my ass, within ten minutes you were giving me your load, and then you left -- and you're surprised I'm a slut? But whatever. If it bothers them enough to make them deny me their dick, then it doesn't matter if they're being irrational or not -- all that matters is that I get their dick.
I'll continue to post about bookstore tricks because those are fair game -- they're in a semi-public place, and they're much less likely to find this blog anyway.
I will tell you that last Thursday I got three Craigslist tricks, and all three fucked my ass (one with a condom so he probably doesn't count).
1. They think of themselves as "on the downlow" and knowing that I am writing about my experiences -- even though nobody else in the world would recognize them from my description -- freaks them out. "On the downlow" is about not leaving any trace or track in the real world, as if the thing you did with the fag never happened: for some of these guys, that's part of the sexiness of it.
2. They "didn't realize" that I was taking so much other cock until they read the blog, and are afraid to mess around with such a slut. I'm, like, dude, within two minutes of meeting me you had your cock up my ass, within ten minutes you were giving me your load, and then you left -- and you're surprised I'm a slut? But whatever. If it bothers them enough to make them deny me their dick, then it doesn't matter if they're being irrational or not -- all that matters is that I get their dick.
I'll continue to post about bookstore tricks because those are fair game -- they're in a semi-public place, and they're much less likely to find this blog anyway.
I will tell you that last Thursday I got three Craigslist tricks, and all three fucked my ass (one with a condom so he probably doesn't count).
Thursday, May 9, 2013
I Am a Male!
A few months ago, I took my email address off of the header at the top of every page of this site, and put it on one page. On that page, I also put up a note saying that I am a male, because I was getting my time wasted by guys who maybe, I guess, read one post and tried to email me and didn't let me know until about six emails later that they had thought I was a woman, and sorry, no thanks. I figured doing this would force people to know I am a male before they emailed me (never mind that I repeatedly mention I am a male in most of my blog posts).
And yet I still get those emails. Some of them open with, "Are you m or f?" Others wait until we're deep in plans for me to suck them. It's irritating.
I am a male! I am a male! I am a male! I am slightly effeminate, true, and sweet and curvy and hairless, but I am not a transsexual or a CD or a woman. I have mentioned numerous times on this blog that I am a male, and even have it posted on the same page where you found my email address. If you want to get sucked by me, that's great -- but you'll be getting sucked by a male!
GRRRRR!
And yet I still get those emails. Some of them open with, "Are you m or f?" Others wait until we're deep in plans for me to suck them. It's irritating.
I am a male! I am a male! I am a male! I am slightly effeminate, true, and sweet and curvy and hairless, but I am not a transsexual or a CD or a woman. I have mentioned numerous times on this blog that I am a male, and even have it posted on the same page where you found my email address. If you want to get sucked by me, that's great -- but you'll be getting sucked by a male!
GRRRRR!
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Five Loads Yesterday: 4 in the Mouth, 1 in the Butt
Started the day off at one of the ABSs. I like this one because they don't charge a cover fee to access the cruising area. It's pretty slow, but at least 50% of the guys who come in are looking to put their dick to a slut -- even though there's 30 minutes of empty waiting time between them, I still get plenty, if I'm patient. The usual ratio at most bookstores is 90% cockwhores, 10% cocks. At this place, you don't have to play the usual competitive reindeer games with the other sluts. You just sit there, a dude comes in, he lets you suck it (or not) and then you sit there.
When I got there, a guy I'd sucked before -- 20-something thuggy black kid -- was already in there. So he was load number one: I sucked him off in a stall with the door open while an older man watched. The first time I sucked this kid, he tried to pull out of my mouth when he came, but I had held on. It blew his mind as he blew his load, that I was willing to take it. This time, I started training him to put his hands on the back of my head and push me down so his cock wedged into my throat (I could have gotten his cock into my throat on my own, but these straight kids like to feel like they have some control over the hole they're using). When he came, there was no hint of pulling out. In fact, he jammed my face all the way down on his cock, much farther than I was actually ready to go, to the point where I was gagging and my nose was smashed against his flat muscles right above his cock. "Oh God," he said.
Awesome!
The second guy was a much younger guy than I usually do. He had a bit of a scruffy beard, but besides that he looked like he couldn't have been more than 18 or 19. Dirty clothes, reeked of cigarettes, a "bad boy" except for the sweet open face and the fact that his cock tasted of soap and water. Not a big cock, but he enjoyed using my throat, and it was just big enough for the tip to go down in there without making me gag. He did fuck me for a little while, but neither of us was into it: for my part, his dick was too small, and for his, I think he prefered a blowjob, like most teenagers do. The way he wanted to get off was for me to put my hand on it, stroke it on the way up, then jam my throat down on the cock, then put my hand on it and stroke it on the way up again. He was very specific and patient with his instructions, and didn't stop stopping me and lecturing me about how to do it until I got it exactly right.
After he came, he asked if I had a dollar (I had already given him two dollars for the booth video) and I honestly didn't. "Damn," he said. "You got a cigarette?" I told him I didn't smoke. Very aggressively: "Shit!!!"
And away he went.
The next guy was another one I have done before. One of the things I like about this place is that the trade doesn't mind doing the same fag over and over, unlike the busier places, where once you've done a guy it's sometimes hard to get him to do you again. Everybody wants strange! But not these guys. They're just there for relief.
This guy looks like he might be Arabic -- shaved head, hooked nose, little mustache, golden colored skin -- except that he's uncircumcised, and speaks with a heavy southern/country accent (both times, after fucking me, he said, "Got a nekkin?" which, if I hadn't been raised in the rural South, I wouldn't have realized meant, "Got a napkin?" which, in turn, means, "Got anything to wipe my dick off with?" Anyway, I sucked him a while, he got hard, I turned around and he fucked my ass until he came into it. There's no drama with this one.
Then I went to a different ABS for a while.
The fourth guy whose load I took didn't let me do anything but give him a handjob. He was a black-haired slightly chubby redneck in his mid-twenties, I'd guess. He didn't even let me spit on my hand. He just wanted a dry hand-job. He stood in the booth beside the video screen and I played with his cock, as he requested. When he came, I made sure to catch all of it in my hand. "What are you doing to do with that?" he said. "I'm going to eat it," I told him. He made a disgusted face, but he stayed and watched me eat it, very intensely paying attention, I might add. These boys and their sentimental attachment to where their cum goes!
The fifth and last guy I sucked was a very masculine older man -- probably late fifties -- shaved head, muscular body, big gold watch and big diamond-encrusted wedding band, kind of a Kojak type. He had to pull out and whack himself off in order to cum (he was one of those guys who only gets about 3/4 hard) but he made sure to get it back in my mouth so I could eat his jizz when it was time.
Meanwhile, I find out my boyfriend had sucked off a scruffy street kid (mid-twenties) who hangs out in our neighborhood. I haven't got the skills anymore to just pull a trick off the street with no cruising context (bookstore or whatever) to validate what I'm doing. So jealous! On the other hand, I did get five, and he only got one. So there's that.
When I got there, a guy I'd sucked before -- 20-something thuggy black kid -- was already in there. So he was load number one: I sucked him off in a stall with the door open while an older man watched. The first time I sucked this kid, he tried to pull out of my mouth when he came, but I had held on. It blew his mind as he blew his load, that I was willing to take it. This time, I started training him to put his hands on the back of my head and push me down so his cock wedged into my throat (I could have gotten his cock into my throat on my own, but these straight kids like to feel like they have some control over the hole they're using). When he came, there was no hint of pulling out. In fact, he jammed my face all the way down on his cock, much farther than I was actually ready to go, to the point where I was gagging and my nose was smashed against his flat muscles right above his cock. "Oh God," he said.
Awesome!
The second guy was a much younger guy than I usually do. He had a bit of a scruffy beard, but besides that he looked like he couldn't have been more than 18 or 19. Dirty clothes, reeked of cigarettes, a "bad boy" except for the sweet open face and the fact that his cock tasted of soap and water. Not a big cock, but he enjoyed using my throat, and it was just big enough for the tip to go down in there without making me gag. He did fuck me for a little while, but neither of us was into it: for my part, his dick was too small, and for his, I think he prefered a blowjob, like most teenagers do. The way he wanted to get off was for me to put my hand on it, stroke it on the way up, then jam my throat down on the cock, then put my hand on it and stroke it on the way up again. He was very specific and patient with his instructions, and didn't stop stopping me and lecturing me about how to do it until I got it exactly right.
After he came, he asked if I had a dollar (I had already given him two dollars for the booth video) and I honestly didn't. "Damn," he said. "You got a cigarette?" I told him I didn't smoke. Very aggressively: "Shit!!!"
And away he went.
The next guy was another one I have done before. One of the things I like about this place is that the trade doesn't mind doing the same fag over and over, unlike the busier places, where once you've done a guy it's sometimes hard to get him to do you again. Everybody wants strange! But not these guys. They're just there for relief.
This guy looks like he might be Arabic -- shaved head, hooked nose, little mustache, golden colored skin -- except that he's uncircumcised, and speaks with a heavy southern/country accent (both times, after fucking me, he said, "Got a nekkin?" which, if I hadn't been raised in the rural South, I wouldn't have realized meant, "Got a napkin?" which, in turn, means, "Got anything to wipe my dick off with?" Anyway, I sucked him a while, he got hard, I turned around and he fucked my ass until he came into it. There's no drama with this one.
Then I went to a different ABS for a while.
The fourth guy whose load I took didn't let me do anything but give him a handjob. He was a black-haired slightly chubby redneck in his mid-twenties, I'd guess. He didn't even let me spit on my hand. He just wanted a dry hand-job. He stood in the booth beside the video screen and I played with his cock, as he requested. When he came, I made sure to catch all of it in my hand. "What are you doing to do with that?" he said. "I'm going to eat it," I told him. He made a disgusted face, but he stayed and watched me eat it, very intensely paying attention, I might add. These boys and their sentimental attachment to where their cum goes!
The fifth and last guy I sucked was a very masculine older man -- probably late fifties -- shaved head, muscular body, big gold watch and big diamond-encrusted wedding band, kind of a Kojak type. He had to pull out and whack himself off in order to cum (he was one of those guys who only gets about 3/4 hard) but he made sure to get it back in my mouth so I could eat his jizz when it was time.
Meanwhile, I find out my boyfriend had sucked off a scruffy street kid (mid-twenties) who hangs out in our neighborhood. I haven't got the skills anymore to just pull a trick off the street with no cruising context (bookstore or whatever) to validate what I'm doing. So jealous! On the other hand, I did get five, and he only got one. So there's that.
Friday, March 29, 2013
A Change in Blogging Policy
As you may have noticed, I've stopped the countdown.
For one thing, it made tricking into a chore -- after I finished an evening cruising, I felt obliged to come write it all down, when what I really wanted to do was sleep or watch TV or hang out with my boyfriend. So I fell behind on my blogging, during a time when I actually managed to get quite a few dicks into me. Only one of them was super-special (the Domincan and/or Cuban guy I wrote about), though; the rest were basically the same as most of the other guys I write about: fat dudes who let me suck them, or whatever.
I'm going to reserve this blog for reporting on my most interesting experiences -- the ones I have something to say about -- and stop trying to document every single cock I take. I think that that'll make it more interesting for me, and hopefully more interesting for you.
For one thing, it made tricking into a chore -- after I finished an evening cruising, I felt obliged to come write it all down, when what I really wanted to do was sleep or watch TV or hang out with my boyfriend. So I fell behind on my blogging, during a time when I actually managed to get quite a few dicks into me. Only one of them was super-special (the Domincan and/or Cuban guy I wrote about), though; the rest were basically the same as most of the other guys I write about: fat dudes who let me suck them, or whatever.
I'm going to reserve this blog for reporting on my most interesting experiences -- the ones I have something to say about -- and stop trying to document every single cock I take. I think that that'll make it more interesting for me, and hopefully more interesting for you.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Titty-fucked by Dominican or Cuban dude -- one of the hottest ever
I've had about 14 dicks shoot into or on me since my last post, but I haven't been blogging each one. Sorry about that. I also didn't take notes, so I'll have to rely on my memory. I did keep a running tally, but no specifics.
At least a few of them were unremarkable fat guys like the kind I often write about. I'll try to catch you up on the memorable ones over the next few days. Note: 10 of these guys were had by me during the past two days -- I've been very productive just lately.
The hottest guy I did during this period was one of the hottest guys I've ever done.
I first saw him as I was leaving one of the adult bookstores. He was going in just as I left. I didn't like that I had missed him, but I didn't want to pay again to go back there. Besides, there was a drunk (but hot!) black guy back there whom I had sucked off already and who now wanted me to go buy him a beer, and wouldn't leave me along about this damn beer, so I'd told him I'd go do it (with no plans of returning). So I couldn't go back.
Anyway: the hot guy. He was a very muscular light-skinned black guy, with the kind of almost Asian facial features that you sometimes see on Dominican or Cuban dudes. He honestly, I swear, looked a lot like the top in this Machofucker video, except younger, less beat-up-by-life, much more muscular, and no tattoos (he could be this guy's younger brother):
You probably don't believe me, but I swear. He was even wearing a wool cap, just exactly the same way this guy wore his. Other indicators all pointed to middle class, though: nice shoes, nice pants, and a varsity sweater from the most expensive Catholic high school in Louisville (St. X, where Tom Cruise went briefly).
I went to a different adult bookstore, and what do you know, within five minutes, he had followed me there.
Getting him was easy. He saw me, nodded, and went to a booth with the door open, just like that.
I sucked him with him standing in front of me. When I went all the way down, the force of my throat trying to get his dick into it actually caused him to step back and almost fall over. I did get it in, though. He pulled back and laughed appreciatively. I don't think anyone had ever taken him all the way before.
I also got him to titty-fuck me. There's a certain kind of guy who likes to titty-fuck the manboobs of a cocksucker, and that guy is definitely not "gay." He liked it so much that he put his two feet up on the seat beside me and started fucking my tits like I was a bitch, rubbing his hands along my flabby sides and belly as he did so. I think he could have cum this way. But I wanted to suck him.
After a while he lay down (this particular booth has a raised couch-like area, though it's not upholstered) and I was able to suckle and deep-throat him longer. I kept him in my throat so long at one point he felt okay putting his hands on the back of my head and gently fucking into and out of it for a bit. I managed not to gag, but I did have to pull off. When I'm deepthroating, I need to be in control or I panic. Something to work on.
He wouldn't fuck me without a condom, which is the only bad thing. I did get him off, though, and ate his jizz. I hope I see him again. I'll take a sabotaged condom!
At least a few of them were unremarkable fat guys like the kind I often write about. I'll try to catch you up on the memorable ones over the next few days. Note: 10 of these guys were had by me during the past two days -- I've been very productive just lately.
The hottest guy I did during this period was one of the hottest guys I've ever done.
I first saw him as I was leaving one of the adult bookstores. He was going in just as I left. I didn't like that I had missed him, but I didn't want to pay again to go back there. Besides, there was a drunk (but hot!) black guy back there whom I had sucked off already and who now wanted me to go buy him a beer, and wouldn't leave me along about this damn beer, so I'd told him I'd go do it (with no plans of returning). So I couldn't go back.
Anyway: the hot guy. He was a very muscular light-skinned black guy, with the kind of almost Asian facial features that you sometimes see on Dominican or Cuban dudes. He honestly, I swear, looked a lot like the top in this Machofucker video, except younger, less beat-up-by-life, much more muscular, and no tattoos (he could be this guy's younger brother):
You probably don't believe me, but I swear. He was even wearing a wool cap, just exactly the same way this guy wore his. Other indicators all pointed to middle class, though: nice shoes, nice pants, and a varsity sweater from the most expensive Catholic high school in Louisville (St. X, where Tom Cruise went briefly).
I went to a different adult bookstore, and what do you know, within five minutes, he had followed me there.
Getting him was easy. He saw me, nodded, and went to a booth with the door open, just like that.
I sucked him with him standing in front of me. When I went all the way down, the force of my throat trying to get his dick into it actually caused him to step back and almost fall over. I did get it in, though. He pulled back and laughed appreciatively. I don't think anyone had ever taken him all the way before.
I also got him to titty-fuck me. There's a certain kind of guy who likes to titty-fuck the manboobs of a cocksucker, and that guy is definitely not "gay." He liked it so much that he put his two feet up on the seat beside me and started fucking my tits like I was a bitch, rubbing his hands along my flabby sides and belly as he did so. I think he could have cum this way. But I wanted to suck him.
After a while he lay down (this particular booth has a raised couch-like area, though it's not upholstered) and I was able to suckle and deep-throat him longer. I kept him in my throat so long at one point he felt okay putting his hands on the back of my head and gently fucking into and out of it for a bit. I managed not to gag, but I did have to pull off. When I'm deepthroating, I need to be in control or I panic. Something to work on.
He wouldn't fuck me without a condom, which is the only bad thing. I did get him off, though, and ate his jizz. I hope I see him again. I'll take a sabotaged condom!
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Titty-Fucked and Throat-Fucked by Tubby Latino
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Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Appreciative Guy & Guy With Huge Wart
I'm starting to develop a regularness around one particular bookstore in southwest Louisville. It's still not as good as the Police-Troubled-ABS in Indiana, where I could sometimes get six to twelve loads in one day, but I'm managing at least two every time I go to this one. That's good enough for now, while the Louisville bookstore cruising scene recovers from the effective shut-down of its primary venue.
This happened a couple of days ago.
First I sucked off an older guy with a long braided ponytail in a booth. Not as old as Willie Nelson, but the same kind of general style and attitude. He had a thin, long dick that curved upward. From the second my mouth went on it he kept saying, "Oh that's good, oh that's good, oh that's good, oh that's good." After he came, and I stood up, he said, "Thanks, that was good." I started to say, "I know," but I try never to be sarcastic with my tricks, and it had been pretty good, anyway.
The next guy was a younger guy, married, who sat in the corner of the theater. He might have been fat and he might not -- I couldn't tell because he was wearing one of those big puffy Michelin Man type coats and never took it off. The theater that day had a number of very old men wandering in and out of it. He would only let me suck him when he and I were the only ones in there, which was annoying, because those other guys were constantly coming in. They weren't bugging us or anything. They were just cruising each other, I think. I'm not blaming them. But everytime he heard the door crack, he would pull his dick back under his sweatpants. Finally, at a time when most of the old men were in the theater, I went to each one in turn, grabbed his crotch, rubbed it a little, then went back to my guy. "They're all here for the same thing," I said. This seemed to calm him down and he let me suck him.
He had an enormous wart on the side of his cock, about an inch from the top. He also had scar tissue on the very sensitive spot where the bottom of the cock turns into the head of the cock -- I expect that another wart was removed from there.
He didn't cum until one of the old men stood beside us and pulled out his own cock. Dude grabbed the old man's cock and started playing with it, and also came in my mouth at the same time. I'm not sure I am happy with that scenario, but whatever.
This happened a couple of days ago.
First I sucked off an older guy with a long braided ponytail in a booth. Not as old as Willie Nelson, but the same kind of general style and attitude. He had a thin, long dick that curved upward. From the second my mouth went on it he kept saying, "Oh that's good, oh that's good, oh that's good, oh that's good." After he came, and I stood up, he said, "Thanks, that was good." I started to say, "I know," but I try never to be sarcastic with my tricks, and it had been pretty good, anyway.
The next guy was a younger guy, married, who sat in the corner of the theater. He might have been fat and he might not -- I couldn't tell because he was wearing one of those big puffy Michelin Man type coats and never took it off. The theater that day had a number of very old men wandering in and out of it. He would only let me suck him when he and I were the only ones in there, which was annoying, because those other guys were constantly coming in. They weren't bugging us or anything. They were just cruising each other, I think. I'm not blaming them. But everytime he heard the door crack, he would pull his dick back under his sweatpants. Finally, at a time when most of the old men were in the theater, I went to each one in turn, grabbed his crotch, rubbed it a little, then went back to my guy. "They're all here for the same thing," I said. This seemed to calm him down and he let me suck him.
He had an enormous wart on the side of his cock, about an inch from the top. He also had scar tissue on the very sensitive spot where the bottom of the cock turns into the head of the cock -- I expect that another wart was removed from there.
He didn't cum until one of the old men stood beside us and pulled out his own cock. Dude grabbed the old man's cock and started playing with it, and also came in my mouth at the same time. I'm not sure I am happy with that scenario, but whatever.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Shout-Out to iBLASTinside
Yesterday I got an email from Mark Bentson, co-founder of the #bbbh (Bareback Brotherhood) community on Twitter, to let me know that he had added this site to his blogroll at iBLASTinside.com. If you're not familiar with his blog, and you like this one, you should definitely check it out. In it, he details his own cruising adventures -- sort of the flip-side to mine, since he's a top. Thanks again, sir! It's an honor! Maybe I'll take your load one day.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
He Actually Asked Me if I Was a Whore
Yesterday I went out to one of the adult theaters in Louisville. I don't usually go to this one. When I pulled up there was a guy with the hood of his pickup truck up. He was kind of cute in a 40-something redneck married guy kind of way. Cross-eyed. I gave him a jump and asked him, afterwards, if he wanted a blowjob. He did not. My question totally flustered him. This struck me as not a good sign. I went on into the theater anyway.
One of the guys in there, a slightly chubby middle-aged married dude, with a friendly face and short arms and legs, was somebody I've sucked before. He immediately recognized me and wanted me to suck him again, which I did. In the past, he's had trouble cumming, but this time I realized what he needs, sort of by trial and error. He wants to control the pace, to fuck my passive mouth. Most guys who like that will put their hands on your head and force the issue, but he never did, so that's why it took me so long to figure it out. Anyway, once I learned to hold still, tighten my mouth around his cock, and just let him fuck away, it only took him a few seconds to pump a load into my throat. I held his cock, with his cum, in my mouth for quite some time before he decided to pull it out.
The second guy was especially hot. Most fags would probably snoot their noses up at him: working class man, very tall, late forties/early fifties, bald on the top, with blond hair on the sides. Unlike most guys of his demographic who go to the bookstores, he wasn't chubby at all. But he also wasn't muscled up. Just a dude. Super-masculine and confident. Looked like the foreman of a construction crew or something. He came in and went directly to the restroom, but looked back toward the booths (where I was standing) as he went in. I licked my lips. Some guys like that, some guys don't. The ones who don't like it are generally guys I'm not interested in anyway. The ones who like it are the kind of guys I like. I hope this makes sense. Anyway, I couldn't tell if he noticed or not.
When he came out of the restroom, he went right to the theater. I followed, hard on his heels. He sat, stretched himself out, started rubbing on his cock through his pants. I didn't jump right on it at first because I've had bad situations occur when I make a move and the guy doesn't want it. I usually wait until they pull it out. But he just kept rubbing it. Finally I got down on my knees beside him and just flat out asked him if he wanted me to suck it. "Well YEAH," he said, in a very impatient tone, not joking at all, like he'd been wondering why I was being so stupid not sucking it yet.
It wasn't a very big cock but it was tasty. I sucked it a while and licked his balls, which he had pulled through his zipper too. At one point he put both hands on the side of my head and pulled me off. He looked at me with a weird look on his face -- eyes narrow, lips tight, a look that was both gentle and very distancing, like I was an object.
"You are a whore, aren't you" he said, in a flat way -- kind of the way Elaine's boyfriend Putty on Seinfeld talks, no emphasis on any of the words. I found this very, very, very hot.
"Well yeah, I've been one since I was twelve."
He didn't say anything.
"You don't like whores?" I said. He shook his head, "No." This was ambiguous to me. "No, I don't like whores," or "No, I do." So I said, "You do like whores?"
"Yes," he said, still in that flat voice. He wasn't looking at me any more at this point. Just sort of off to the side like a kid being interrogated by a teacher.
"You fuck a lot of whores?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said. "That's all I fuck."
I sucked him a little while longer then he told me to stand up. He stood up beside me. He squeezed my tits under my shirt and I pulled it up for him. He sucked on them for a while, and squeezed them together like a girl's tits.
"You like my tits?" I asked him.
"You've got nice tits," he said, still all quiet and I guess Frankenstein-like. He wasn't looking at me, just focused on my tits. Then he put his hands on my hips and let me know he wanted me to turn around. I did. He told me to drop my pants. I did. He started rubbing his cock on my ass. I arched my back and held my cheeks open and manipulated the situation so that his cock went into my hole. I don't think he had expected that. Earlier in the day I had been playing with a massive buttplug -- the size of a fist -- so I was still loose and lubed up with heavy-duty thick lube. His cock went right in, no pressure, no need for hands to help, no nothing. He fucked me a while and came. He tried to pull out before he came but I pushed my butt back and kept him in. Afterwards, he wiped his cock off with a cotton handkerchief before putting it away. Then he left.
I didn't get any more that day.
That's 13 orgasms I've caused to happen this year, for 13 men. 486 to go to reach my goal of 500 in 2013!
One of the guys in there, a slightly chubby middle-aged married dude, with a friendly face and short arms and legs, was somebody I've sucked before. He immediately recognized me and wanted me to suck him again, which I did. In the past, he's had trouble cumming, but this time I realized what he needs, sort of by trial and error. He wants to control the pace, to fuck my passive mouth. Most guys who like that will put their hands on your head and force the issue, but he never did, so that's why it took me so long to figure it out. Anyway, once I learned to hold still, tighten my mouth around his cock, and just let him fuck away, it only took him a few seconds to pump a load into my throat. I held his cock, with his cum, in my mouth for quite some time before he decided to pull it out.
The second guy was especially hot. Most fags would probably snoot their noses up at him: working class man, very tall, late forties/early fifties, bald on the top, with blond hair on the sides. Unlike most guys of his demographic who go to the bookstores, he wasn't chubby at all. But he also wasn't muscled up. Just a dude. Super-masculine and confident. Looked like the foreman of a construction crew or something. He came in and went directly to the restroom, but looked back toward the booths (where I was standing) as he went in. I licked my lips. Some guys like that, some guys don't. The ones who don't like it are generally guys I'm not interested in anyway. The ones who like it are the kind of guys I like. I hope this makes sense. Anyway, I couldn't tell if he noticed or not.
When he came out of the restroom, he went right to the theater. I followed, hard on his heels. He sat, stretched himself out, started rubbing on his cock through his pants. I didn't jump right on it at first because I've had bad situations occur when I make a move and the guy doesn't want it. I usually wait until they pull it out. But he just kept rubbing it. Finally I got down on my knees beside him and just flat out asked him if he wanted me to suck it. "Well YEAH," he said, in a very impatient tone, not joking at all, like he'd been wondering why I was being so stupid not sucking it yet.
It wasn't a very big cock but it was tasty. I sucked it a while and licked his balls, which he had pulled through his zipper too. At one point he put both hands on the side of my head and pulled me off. He looked at me with a weird look on his face -- eyes narrow, lips tight, a look that was both gentle and very distancing, like I was an object.
"You are a whore, aren't you" he said, in a flat way -- kind of the way Elaine's boyfriend Putty on Seinfeld talks, no emphasis on any of the words. I found this very, very, very hot.
"Well yeah, I've been one since I was twelve."
He didn't say anything.
"You don't like whores?" I said. He shook his head, "No." This was ambiguous to me. "No, I don't like whores," or "No, I do." So I said, "You do like whores?"
"Yes," he said, still in that flat voice. He wasn't looking at me any more at this point. Just sort of off to the side like a kid being interrogated by a teacher.
"You fuck a lot of whores?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said. "That's all I fuck."
I sucked him a little while longer then he told me to stand up. He stood up beside me. He squeezed my tits under my shirt and I pulled it up for him. He sucked on them for a while, and squeezed them together like a girl's tits.
"You like my tits?" I asked him.
"You've got nice tits," he said, still all quiet and I guess Frankenstein-like. He wasn't looking at me, just focused on my tits. Then he put his hands on my hips and let me know he wanted me to turn around. I did. He told me to drop my pants. I did. He started rubbing his cock on my ass. I arched my back and held my cheeks open and manipulated the situation so that his cock went into my hole. I don't think he had expected that. Earlier in the day I had been playing with a massive buttplug -- the size of a fist -- so I was still loose and lubed up with heavy-duty thick lube. His cock went right in, no pressure, no need for hands to help, no nothing. He fucked me a while and came. He tried to pull out before he came but I pushed my butt back and kept him in. Afterwards, he wiped his cock off with a cotton handkerchief before putting it away. Then he left.
I didn't get any more that day.
That's 13 orgasms I've caused to happen this year, for 13 men. 486 to go to reach my goal of 500 in 2013!
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Two Randoms
The other day I sucked off a retired-military-type guy, probably mid-fifties to early sixties, muscular but with a tummy, silver crewcut and mustache and goatee. He took forever to cum. He liked fucking it down into my throat. It was just the right size to where he could put his head into my throat without gagging me, no matter how hard he fucked. I sucked him a while in the theater (he stood in front of me), then got tired, so we separated. Later I sucked him a while in a booth (on my knees) but got tired again. I'm serious about how long he took to cum! Finally, back in the theater, a few minutes later, I finished him off. He yelled "cocksucker!" as he came.
Then there was another fat guy who acted like I wasn't there while I sucked him. He was not as tough-looking as the tattooed guy. Just a typical tubby loser who needs a bj. Goatee, glasses. Took a long time to get him to let me. First I squatted down in front of him in the theater and started caressing his cock through his sweatpants, but he kept his hand on it. He didn't seem to mind me having my hand there, too, but his hand was blocking my hand from his actual cock. Then I put my mouth on his sweatpants crotch and breathed air onto it through the fabric. Again, no reaction at all. I left the theater. I came back later, squatted again, and this time asked him if I could suck it. He didn't acknowledge that he heard me, but he did pull it out, so I sucked it. At one point I pulled off to catch my breath (it was pretty nicely sized) and that's the instant he chose to cum. Fortunately, it went right into my mouth, so I just pushed my throat back down on his cock and caught the rest of his little spasms.
Then he got up and left and didn't look at me.
Yay!
That's 11 loads from 11 men this year, leaving me 489 to reach my goal of 500! Wish me luck!
Then there was another fat guy who acted like I wasn't there while I sucked him. He was not as tough-looking as the tattooed guy. Just a typical tubby loser who needs a bj. Goatee, glasses. Took a long time to get him to let me. First I squatted down in front of him in the theater and started caressing his cock through his sweatpants, but he kept his hand on it. He didn't seem to mind me having my hand there, too, but his hand was blocking my hand from his actual cock. Then I put my mouth on his sweatpants crotch and breathed air onto it through the fabric. Again, no reaction at all. I left the theater. I came back later, squatted again, and this time asked him if I could suck it. He didn't acknowledge that he heard me, but he did pull it out, so I sucked it. At one point I pulled off to catch my breath (it was pretty nicely sized) and that's the instant he chose to cum. Fortunately, it went right into my mouth, so I just pushed my throat back down on his cock and caught the rest of his little spasms.
Then he got up and left and didn't look at me.
Yay!
That's 11 loads from 11 men this year, leaving me 489 to reach my goal of 500! Wish me luck!
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Same Guy Two Days in a Row, Plus Two Others
Two days ago I went to one of the adult theaters in Louisville. When I first got there, two men were sitting in the theater, at opposite ends of the back row. The one sitting closest to the door was a big, burly, meaty man -- fat belly, with huge, muscular arms and huge, muscular legs, long hair pulled back into a ponytail, tattooes all over. Looked like somebody from Sons of Anarchy. I sat down next to him, licked my lips, but he didn't move. He just kept watching the movie.
I'm not one of those guys who will try a grope with no signs of encouragement. I've run into conflicts doing that before.
So I moved on.
The guy sitting at the far end of the theater was bald but macho, about my age (40s), with little wireframe glasses and a leather jacket. The "cool" accountant from the office, that kind of guy. He already had it out, and made no move to put it away when I sat across from him, so I crawled over and sucked it. He was one of those very appreciative cocksuckees -- legs twitching, moaning, jumpy little breaths. I alternating between deep-throating him and pulling off to blow on the head and then lick the little spot between the piss slit and the circumcision scar. He had one of those cocks that actually gets foamy on the top as you're sucking it, from all the precum he's releasing. When I felt the first little bit of actual cum shoot out, I immediately deepthroated to take the rest of his orgasm tight into my throatpussy. Which made him grunt and moan and cuss and then, finally, sigh.
I moved back over to the first guy. He didn't seem to have moved at all, but I noticed that his dick was out this time. He wasn't playing with it or anything. He was posed exactly like before, watching the movie, except his little dick (big-belly guys often seem to have small dicks because so much of it is buried back in the fat) was throbbing in front of him. I decided to take a chance and go for it. I got down on my knees beside him -- no reaction. In this case, with his dick out like that, no reaction is a good thing. I went down on his cock and his whole body seemed to relax around and above me. Only took me a couple of bounces up and down on it to get his jizz. He still didn't move, though. Just kept watching the movie, looking kind of bored. If you had a camera trained on his upper half, there's no way you would have known that a fag was between this guy's knees, taking his thick, creamy, forceful blasts of jizz.
It's been a while since I've managed two loads in such quick succession, so I decided to go back yesterday.
I sucked off a married, beer-bellied guy who came in, stood in front of where I was sitting, pulled his cock out, and fed it to me, all without cruising me or trying to figure out what I was interested in or anything. Not sure how that worked out. Maybe he had seen me sucking before. Maybe I've actually sucked him. Who knows? Or maybe I'm just that obvious. Unfortunately, just as he was about to cum, he pulled out and shot his load all over the floor.
Then the balding guy from the day before came in and I sucked him. It went pretty much the same as before.
I think I'll hit the place up tonight at about the same time and see what happens.
I'm not one of those guys who will try a grope with no signs of encouragement. I've run into conflicts doing that before.
So I moved on.
The guy sitting at the far end of the theater was bald but macho, about my age (40s), with little wireframe glasses and a leather jacket. The "cool" accountant from the office, that kind of guy. He already had it out, and made no move to put it away when I sat across from him, so I crawled over and sucked it. He was one of those very appreciative cocksuckees -- legs twitching, moaning, jumpy little breaths. I alternating between deep-throating him and pulling off to blow on the head and then lick the little spot between the piss slit and the circumcision scar. He had one of those cocks that actually gets foamy on the top as you're sucking it, from all the precum he's releasing. When I felt the first little bit of actual cum shoot out, I immediately deepthroated to take the rest of his orgasm tight into my throatpussy. Which made him grunt and moan and cuss and then, finally, sigh.
I moved back over to the first guy. He didn't seem to have moved at all, but I noticed that his dick was out this time. He wasn't playing with it or anything. He was posed exactly like before, watching the movie, except his little dick (big-belly guys often seem to have small dicks because so much of it is buried back in the fat) was throbbing in front of him. I decided to take a chance and go for it. I got down on my knees beside him -- no reaction. In this case, with his dick out like that, no reaction is a good thing. I went down on his cock and his whole body seemed to relax around and above me. Only took me a couple of bounces up and down on it to get his jizz. He still didn't move, though. Just kept watching the movie, looking kind of bored. If you had a camera trained on his upper half, there's no way you would have known that a fag was between this guy's knees, taking his thick, creamy, forceful blasts of jizz.
It's been a while since I've managed two loads in such quick succession, so I decided to go back yesterday.
I sucked off a married, beer-bellied guy who came in, stood in front of where I was sitting, pulled his cock out, and fed it to me, all without cruising me or trying to figure out what I was interested in or anything. Not sure how that worked out. Maybe he had seen me sucking before. Maybe I've actually sucked him. Who knows? Or maybe I'm just that obvious. Unfortunately, just as he was about to cum, he pulled out and shot his load all over the floor.
Then the balding guy from the day before came in and I sucked him. It went pretty much the same as before.
I think I'll hit the place up tonight at about the same time and see what happens.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Having Trouble Taking Dicks
Went to one of the ABSs in Louisville. It's been a while since I've cruised, in part because of the police pressures on my favorite bookstore, over in Indiana, and in part because of an extended bout of what turned out to be norovirus.
Anyway, the first dick I sucked was an older black man who really got into fucking my throat pretty hard. His dick wasn't all that big, but it was dirty and smelly -- cigarettes and sweat -- and when he came, his cum was so nasty-tasting, thick, and shot so hard into my throat, that I couldn't help but gag. It's been years since I've truly gagged (other than faking it for guys to get off). The guy really liked gagging me and made sure to push it harder down my throat as I gagged. I found this uncomfortable at the time but also a turn-on.
Next was a chubby guy, also black, who let me suck it a while then started playing with my ass. I immediately jumped up, pulled my pants down, and gave it to him. It hurt, though! I haven't hurt that bad since I was a teenager taking cock. He finally came and I went home to shit blood and cum into the toilet.
I don't know what's gotten into me. I guess my virginity of mouth and ass grew back while I was out of commission!
Anyway, the first dick I sucked was an older black man who really got into fucking my throat pretty hard. His dick wasn't all that big, but it was dirty and smelly -- cigarettes and sweat -- and when he came, his cum was so nasty-tasting, thick, and shot so hard into my throat, that I couldn't help but gag. It's been years since I've truly gagged (other than faking it for guys to get off). The guy really liked gagging me and made sure to push it harder down my throat as I gagged. I found this uncomfortable at the time but also a turn-on.
Next was a chubby guy, also black, who let me suck it a while then started playing with my ass. I immediately jumped up, pulled my pants down, and gave it to him. It hurt, though! I haven't hurt that bad since I was a teenager taking cock. He finally came and I went home to shit blood and cum into the toilet.
I don't know what's gotten into me. I guess my virginity of mouth and ass grew back while I was out of commission!
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Repeat Craigslist Assfucker
Today as my boyfriend and I were sitting down for dinner, a knock came at the door, and it turned out to be one of my Craigslist tricks -- the one I called a redneck black guy -- who just decided to show up. He tried to pretend like he'd gotten confused, and that somebody else had emailed him and asked him to show up, or whatever, but clearly he just wanted my ass (that's what he did -- fucked my sweet ass good -- the first time).
It's not a huge deal. My boyfriend knows I'm a slut. But we had just made dinner, so I couldn't do anything. I told him to come back in a couple of hours, which he did.
He wanted to know why I've got a white boyfriend if I like black guys so much, and I told him that my boyfriend is one part of my life, and messing around is another, and they're very different. I also told him that it's usually the black guys who want to fuck fat hairless guys like me, so I go for what works. He thought that that was funny.
I spent more time sucking him this time than I did before, got him to lay back and I licked his balls and sucked his dick and asked him to tell me what he does with girls.
When he fucked me, I got a little runny shit on him (leftover from my weeks of having the flu, I think), but he dealt with it pretty well. "You kind of know that might happen going in," he said, which I think all tops should have to memorize.
He sure did cum a lot! It was pearling up the head of his cock and dripping down after he pulled out of my hole -- as much cum as a normal guy would cum was all right there -- and I still had a huge load squirt out of my cunt when I finally got to sit down on the toilet after he left.
I'm still a little bloody from the rough fucking.
So that's four loads in 2013, 496 to go to meet my goal of 500!
It's not a huge deal. My boyfriend knows I'm a slut. But we had just made dinner, so I couldn't do anything. I told him to come back in a couple of hours, which he did.
He wanted to know why I've got a white boyfriend if I like black guys so much, and I told him that my boyfriend is one part of my life, and messing around is another, and they're very different. I also told him that it's usually the black guys who want to fuck fat hairless guys like me, so I go for what works. He thought that that was funny.
I spent more time sucking him this time than I did before, got him to lay back and I licked his balls and sucked his dick and asked him to tell me what he does with girls.
When he fucked me, I got a little runny shit on him (leftover from my weeks of having the flu, I think), but he dealt with it pretty well. "You kind of know that might happen going in," he said, which I think all tops should have to memorize.
He sure did cum a lot! It was pearling up the head of his cock and dripping down after he pulled out of my hole -- as much cum as a normal guy would cum was all right there -- and I still had a huge load squirt out of my cunt when I finally got to sit down on the toilet after he left.
I'm still a little bloody from the rough fucking.
So that's four loads in 2013, 496 to go to meet my goal of 500!
Biker Kid with Long Goattee Braided to a Point
Yesterday I went to three different adult bookstores in southwestern Louisville but only managed to suck off one guy. I actually got three good-looking guys' dicks in my mouth, but only the one guy came, so he counts, and the other two do not.
The one guy I got off was sitting in a booth with the door cracked open when I arrived. Chubby but not too chubby, early twenties, biker type with a Harley shirt on and a long goatee that he braided into a point. I sucked him for a while -- it was a nice fat cock -- and went down to lick his balls. "Just suck it don't get it all wet," he said. So I just sucked him a while. I noticed that I was drooling a bit so I pulled off to dry him with my sleeve and that's the exact instant that he came.
So that's the third guy this year, out of my goal of 500 -- only 497 to go!
One of the guys I didn't get off I sucked for at least forty-five minutes. He was a short fellow with a tight buzzcut and a hot little bod, very much a bike messenger type (except we don't have those in Louisville). He seemed to enjoy it the whole time, but never was able to make himself cum. I think he was used to having a gloryhole (he went into the booth that usually has a gloryhole, but it's been blocked off in the past few days, and it took him a while to actually let me into his booth). He didn't seem entirely comfortable with my presence in his booth. He wouldn't look at me, for example -- kept his eyes shut and his head back. Anyway, I still enjoyed it and he said he did too.
The third guy I sucked on, but not off, was a trucker I've sucked before at the Now Forbidden ABS. I got bored after just a tug or two on it, though. I'm a bad slut sometimes, looking out for my own needs. Sorry, trucker!
Which brings up an important point. I'm starting to see people from the bookstore-across-the-river-where-the-arrests-are-happening show up, finally, in the southwest Louisville bookstores. I knew the traffic would have to eventually come over the bridge. And come over the bridge it has, pun intended!
The one guy I got off was sitting in a booth with the door cracked open when I arrived. Chubby but not too chubby, early twenties, biker type with a Harley shirt on and a long goatee that he braided into a point. I sucked him for a while -- it was a nice fat cock -- and went down to lick his balls. "Just suck it don't get it all wet," he said. So I just sucked him a while. I noticed that I was drooling a bit so I pulled off to dry him with my sleeve and that's the exact instant that he came.
So that's the third guy this year, out of my goal of 500 -- only 497 to go!
One of the guys I didn't get off I sucked for at least forty-five minutes. He was a short fellow with a tight buzzcut and a hot little bod, very much a bike messenger type (except we don't have those in Louisville). He seemed to enjoy it the whole time, but never was able to make himself cum. I think he was used to having a gloryhole (he went into the booth that usually has a gloryhole, but it's been blocked off in the past few days, and it took him a while to actually let me into his booth). He didn't seem entirely comfortable with my presence in his booth. He wouldn't look at me, for example -- kept his eyes shut and his head back. Anyway, I still enjoyed it and he said he did too.
The third guy I sucked on, but not off, was a trucker I've sucked before at the Now Forbidden ABS. I got bored after just a tug or two on it, though. I'm a bad slut sometimes, looking out for my own needs. Sorry, trucker!
Which brings up an important point. I'm starting to see people from the bookstore-across-the-river-where-the-arrests-are-happening show up, finally, in the southwest Louisville bookstores. I knew the traffic would have to eventually come over the bridge. And come over the bridge it has, pun intended!
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Cocksuckers Are Getting Desperate Out There
Last night I went to an ABS in southwest Louisville, the kind with a combined theater and videobooth area. This place is always dark and dirty and a little creepy, and last night it was even moreso. There were about three 60-something guys hanging out in the hallways when I got there, and another guy, maybe 80, who looks exactly like Stan Lee, the creator of Spider-Man and Captain America and so on. It's $10 to get in the back, or I would have left right away -- nothing against old guys, and I've done old guys before, truly, but these guys were just old cocksuckers who had, from the looks of them, been standing in the same spot all day, maybe all week. But I had paid, so I stayed.
After a while a young white thuggish cutie came in. I tried to follow him but two of the old guys turned out to be surprisingly fast on their feet, jumping behind him and leaving me no room whatsoever to manuever. One of them went into a booth with the boy, and the other one pushed the door to the booth open before they had a chance to lock it. A little old-man catfight ensued, with slapping and shoving and pulling hair. The clerk had to get involved to sort it out. After the clerk threw one of the guys out of the store, the other one went back in and finished the kid off. I heard the kid ask for ten dollars afterwards, but I'm not sure if he got paid or not. Pro tip: if you're going to ask for money, you do it before you get sucked off, not after.
Meanwhile, I went into the theater and sucked off a different older guy -- probably late fifties, early sixties himself -- who had been humbly sitting in the far corner in the back waiting for his blowjob for, probably, days. His dick was already out when I arrived, and he looked up at me pleadingly. As soon as my mouth went down on it, he started shaking all over. Took him a little longer than that to cum, though.
That's cock 2 of 498 for 2013. Wish me luck!
After a while a young white thuggish cutie came in. I tried to follow him but two of the old guys turned out to be surprisingly fast on their feet, jumping behind him and leaving me no room whatsoever to manuever. One of them went into a booth with the boy, and the other one pushed the door to the booth open before they had a chance to lock it. A little old-man catfight ensued, with slapping and shoving and pulling hair. The clerk had to get involved to sort it out. After the clerk threw one of the guys out of the store, the other one went back in and finished the kid off. I heard the kid ask for ten dollars afterwards, but I'm not sure if he got paid or not. Pro tip: if you're going to ask for money, you do it before you get sucked off, not after.
Meanwhile, I went into the theater and sucked off a different older guy -- probably late fifties, early sixties himself -- who had been humbly sitting in the far corner in the back waiting for his blowjob for, probably, days. His dick was already out when I arrived, and he looked up at me pleadingly. As soon as my mouth went down on it, he started shaking all over. Took him a little longer than that to cum, though.
That's cock 2 of 498 for 2013. Wish me luck!
Sunday, January 6, 2013
First Load of 500 for 2013
My boyfriend and I decided to drive down to an ABS about an hour south of Louisville today. This place has a couple of "theaters" which are really just big rooms with lots of cheap love seats in them, and a large TV. There is also a hallway of video booths, some of which have gloryholes. Until today, I hadn't been there in a long time, partially due to the distance, and partially because they charge $20 just to get in. Thanks to the police activity at my local favorite spot, and general paranoia, we decided the drive and the extra expense would be worth it.
When we first got there my boyfriend disappeared. Later I found him, by looking through one of the gloryholes: he was aggressively eating out the ass of a short, dusty-clothed redneck boy with black hair and a wedding band.
Nobody else in the place would do: random cocksuckers, one of whom was an 80-year-old man in a little black dress (but making no other attempts to appear feminine).
One of the love seats in the "straight" theater is positioned so that you can see everybody who comes in the place. All the loves seats, though cheap, were nice and fully-upholstered and plump, except for this one, which had a deeply messed-up, worn-out spot in the one place you could sit and see the entrance. That's where I sat. I read ebooks on my phone for a while.
Eventually a very sexy, lanky, rednecky, cleancut blond guy came in, maybe 24 or 25. Kind of a cross between Owen Wilson and the skinny version of Matthew McConaughey, except more clean-cut than either of those guys. I jumped up to follow him into the hallway of booths, and so did another cocksucker, a black guy who had been sitting opposite me, also monitoring the door. The guy went into a booth with a gloryhole, and the other cocksucker beat me to the companion booth, but when the guy saw who was on the other side he started walking back out of his booth (he never had quite gotten the door shut). Then he saw me, and nodded me in. I think he was probably racist or something. I guess I shouldn't approve, but I wanted to suck him, and any advantage is an advantage in a situation like that.
He sat in the chair in the booth and pulled on his cock. It was larger than most, curved upward toward his belly, and fat as the cardboard tube inside a toilet paper roll, if you squeezed the tube a little so that it wasn't perfectly round. I wasn't able to get him down my throat (which is rare), but that may have been because of the recent sinus cold, and still-lingering tenderness in the back of my throat. Anyway, he was very appreciative of the blowjob, making hissing sounds between his teeth and asking me if I "liked that big fat cock" with an accent that could have come right out of one of those gator-hunting characters on reality TV.
I got him to titty-fuck me but he didn't like it. My boyfriend was watching through the hole and he said that the guy looked shocked. After a while, the guy just said, "Hey, suck it."
Which I did.
He had tiny balls, like peanuts.
When he came, I hardly tasted it, though I could feel it squirting onto my tongue. I've never had cum taste so tasteless before.
My boyfriend ran up to me afterwards, "You bitch!" He thinks he deserves all the dick. But he doesn't! He doesn't deserve all the dick! I do!
We hung out there about an hour longer. I sucked on two fifty-something chubby trucker guys but neither of them was able to cum, so they don't count.
Load total so far this year: 1.
Goal: 500.
To go: 499.
When we first got there my boyfriend disappeared. Later I found him, by looking through one of the gloryholes: he was aggressively eating out the ass of a short, dusty-clothed redneck boy with black hair and a wedding band.
Nobody else in the place would do: random cocksuckers, one of whom was an 80-year-old man in a little black dress (but making no other attempts to appear feminine).
One of the love seats in the "straight" theater is positioned so that you can see everybody who comes in the place. All the loves seats, though cheap, were nice and fully-upholstered and plump, except for this one, which had a deeply messed-up, worn-out spot in the one place you could sit and see the entrance. That's where I sat. I read ebooks on my phone for a while.
Eventually a very sexy, lanky, rednecky, cleancut blond guy came in, maybe 24 or 25. Kind of a cross between Owen Wilson and the skinny version of Matthew McConaughey, except more clean-cut than either of those guys. I jumped up to follow him into the hallway of booths, and so did another cocksucker, a black guy who had been sitting opposite me, also monitoring the door. The guy went into a booth with a gloryhole, and the other cocksucker beat me to the companion booth, but when the guy saw who was on the other side he started walking back out of his booth (he never had quite gotten the door shut). Then he saw me, and nodded me in. I think he was probably racist or something. I guess I shouldn't approve, but I wanted to suck him, and any advantage is an advantage in a situation like that.
He sat in the chair in the booth and pulled on his cock. It was larger than most, curved upward toward his belly, and fat as the cardboard tube inside a toilet paper roll, if you squeezed the tube a little so that it wasn't perfectly round. I wasn't able to get him down my throat (which is rare), but that may have been because of the recent sinus cold, and still-lingering tenderness in the back of my throat. Anyway, he was very appreciative of the blowjob, making hissing sounds between his teeth and asking me if I "liked that big fat cock" with an accent that could have come right out of one of those gator-hunting characters on reality TV.
I got him to titty-fuck me but he didn't like it. My boyfriend was watching through the hole and he said that the guy looked shocked. After a while, the guy just said, "Hey, suck it."
Which I did.
He had tiny balls, like peanuts.
When he came, I hardly tasted it, though I could feel it squirting onto my tongue. I've never had cum taste so tasteless before.
My boyfriend ran up to me afterwards, "You bitch!" He thinks he deserves all the dick. But he doesn't! He doesn't deserve all the dick! I do!
We hung out there about an hour longer. I sucked on two fifty-something chubby trucker guys but neither of them was able to cum, so they don't count.
Load total so far this year: 1.
Goal: 500.
To go: 499.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
3 From September
With the combination of this sinus cold and the police activity at my favorite ABS, I haven't had a lot of action lately -- sorry. I haven't had any. Here is another catch-up post based on notes from the past. These notes are dated September 24, 2011, back during the glory days before the police activity! Each note is marked with a dash, and is what I typed into my phone immediately after the encounter. Beneath that will be my memories or musings on the encounter.
-- shaved head goattee guy in yellow highway construction-worker vest fucked me in the ass through the gloryhole.
I vaguely remember this. His dick wasn't very big. He is (or I guess he was) a regular there.
-- hipster with shovel beard fucked me through gloryhole then whacked off into my mouth.
I don't remember this at all! I am such a slut!
-- Different shaved head goatee guy fucked the fuck out of me thru gloryhole
I don't remember this either, but it sounds like I enjoyed it!
What is significant about the day documented above is that every dick I took, I took in the ass. Usually it's more like a 2 in the mouth-one in the ass kind of ratio. I like assy days!
Anyway, I'm glad that I'm now writing down my experiences the same day they happen. It helps me actually remember them long-term. These "notes" make me sad -- so many forgotten encounters! It's as if they never happened, if I forget them!
-- shaved head goattee guy in yellow highway construction-worker vest fucked me in the ass through the gloryhole.
I vaguely remember this. His dick wasn't very big. He is (or I guess he was) a regular there.
-- hipster with shovel beard fucked me through gloryhole then whacked off into my mouth.
I don't remember this at all! I am such a slut!
-- Different shaved head goatee guy fucked the fuck out of me thru gloryhole
I don't remember this either, but it sounds like I enjoyed it!
What is significant about the day documented above is that every dick I took, I took in the ass. Usually it's more like a 2 in the mouth-one in the ass kind of ratio. I like assy days!
Anyway, I'm glad that I'm now writing down my experiences the same day they happen. It helps me actually remember them long-term. These "notes" make me sad -- so many forgotten encounters! It's as if they never happened, if I forget them!
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
More Arrests At Theatair X
I guess I shouldn't be surprised. The police promised they'd do this. The arrests happened last Friday, but I, in my sinus-medicine haze, didn't hear about them until yesterday when my boyfriend casually mentioned seeing something about it on the news. In fact, the raid was coordinated with one of the local television stations, and the dudes were filmed coming out of the store in handcuffs.
All four of these guys are familiar-looking to me. They were regulars. I've done at least one of them. Could have been me.
So what happens now? TheatairX is done as a cruising spot, at least for the next little bit (as in: year or two or three). I can't imagine anybody going there now.
It's a good thing I had this cold. I had started to think that TheatairX might be on-limits again -- had even gone back there once, as you know if you've been following the blog -- but no more. The evangelical organization that is driving this harassment is peppering the police with complaints, and even setting up their own investigations. They're getting funding directly from the state of Indiana, via the sale of specialized licence plates! That's not cool. The police have decided it's more important to appear to be listening to them, and to help them achieve their agenda, than to accept payout money from TheatairX (I'm just guessing here, but come on -- the place has been around, with its dozens of gloryholes, and remained mostly undisturbed, for about 40 years; there has to have been a relationship of some sort with the police). I guess I don't blame the police. Defending a gloryhole playground is difficult, politically, anywhere, but especially in a small southern exurb.
Fortunately, there are plenty of other places around, and, even more fortunately, all of them are in a different police jurisdiction than TheatairX, so one police department living in fear of one crazy right-wing Christian hate group can't ruin everything everywhere. Most of the other places are in Louisville proper -- a much larger city, with a much more politically and religiously diverse population, where it will be far more difficult (but not impossible!) for one little group of assholes to bully the police into servicing their radical anti-sex agenda. None of the other places are as clean or as active as TheatairX was, though. I'm pretty sure I caught my cold sitting on a nasty leather chair in a theater at one of the places in town. But that's the way it goes. I'll take hand sanitizer.
So that's what happens. Most of the activity will simply migrate over the bridge, but not all. I'm sure some of those southern Indiana guys are scared to death to drive in Louisville (it's hilariously a common thing among people I know who live there -- they think that they'll get hurt in "the big city" just by virtue of crossing the bridge; they have fantasies of getting lost in Louisville's vast and violent traffic patterns, I guess), so they'll just have to figure out some other place to go. I guess Bloomington? There's one bookstore there. It's okay, especially during exam week. It's pretty far to drive, though. As for the original primary clientele, the truckers, I'm sure they'll just hang tight until they get to the ABS near Horse Cave, Kentucky (if they're going South), or the ones close to Chicago (if they're going north). A few hours isn't that much of a delay if you're driving for several days already, as part of your job. I'll miss them, but ah well. They weren't my favorites anyway.
All four of these guys are familiar-looking to me. They were regulars. I've done at least one of them. Could have been me.
So what happens now? TheatairX is done as a cruising spot, at least for the next little bit (as in: year or two or three). I can't imagine anybody going there now.
It's a good thing I had this cold. I had started to think that TheatairX might be on-limits again -- had even gone back there once, as you know if you've been following the blog -- but no more. The evangelical organization that is driving this harassment is peppering the police with complaints, and even setting up their own investigations. They're getting funding directly from the state of Indiana, via the sale of specialized licence plates! That's not cool. The police have decided it's more important to appear to be listening to them, and to help them achieve their agenda, than to accept payout money from TheatairX (I'm just guessing here, but come on -- the place has been around, with its dozens of gloryholes, and remained mostly undisturbed, for about 40 years; there has to have been a relationship of some sort with the police). I guess I don't blame the police. Defending a gloryhole playground is difficult, politically, anywhere, but especially in a small southern exurb.
Fortunately, there are plenty of other places around, and, even more fortunately, all of them are in a different police jurisdiction than TheatairX, so one police department living in fear of one crazy right-wing Christian hate group can't ruin everything everywhere. Most of the other places are in Louisville proper -- a much larger city, with a much more politically and religiously diverse population, where it will be far more difficult (but not impossible!) for one little group of assholes to bully the police into servicing their radical anti-sex agenda. None of the other places are as clean or as active as TheatairX was, though. I'm pretty sure I caught my cold sitting on a nasty leather chair in a theater at one of the places in town. But that's the way it goes. I'll take hand sanitizer.
So that's what happens. Most of the activity will simply migrate over the bridge, but not all. I'm sure some of those southern Indiana guys are scared to death to drive in Louisville (it's hilariously a common thing among people I know who live there -- they think that they'll get hurt in "the big city" just by virtue of crossing the bridge; they have fantasies of getting lost in Louisville's vast and violent traffic patterns, I guess), so they'll just have to figure out some other place to go. I guess Bloomington? There's one bookstore there. It's okay, especially during exam week. It's pretty far to drive, though. As for the original primary clientele, the truckers, I'm sure they'll just hang tight until they get to the ABS near Horse Cave, Kentucky (if they're going South), or the ones close to Chicago (if they're going north). A few hours isn't that much of a delay if you're driving for several days already, as part of your job. I'll miss them, but ah well. They weren't my favorites anyway.
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