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.

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!

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!

Theatair X Harrassment Continues

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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!

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.

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.

Paranoia, Big Destroyer

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.

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.

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

August 9: 3 Loads in (or around) My Ass

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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.

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.

2/6/2012 continued: two more loads in my ass (skinny scruff and no-nonsense Arab)

So continuing the story from my last post.

You will remember that there had been a hot, skinny, tall, scruffy-faced twenty-something going in and out of gloryhole-less booths for several hours. Everybody, including myself, had given up on him. I finally thought I had cornered him in a gloryhole booth by accident, and got fucked through the hole by an enormous cock, only to find out that it wasn't him (but the guy it was did turn out to be every bit as hot).

Then I actually finally got the guy. I'm pretty sure it was him. I never actually saw him, but I did see what he was wearing through the hole. If it hadn't been for the first case of mistaken identity, I'd be convinced it was him. This guy also had a big dick, also fucked me through the hole, but left before I had a chance to get out of my booth, so I never quite saw him. Pretty sure it was the original kid, though.

That night was a very hot night.

Later in the evening, a reasonably good-looking Arab guy fucked me through the gloryhole. He wasn't super-hot, but I have a special fetish for Arabs a little bit, so that pushed him up in the rankings. What I like about Arabs is that they know how to fuck. This one was no exception. He was medium height, medium build, nothing special except he had that cocky Arab thing.

Here's how it went down: he was standing in the hallway playing on his phone. I caught his eye and, as I passed, swished my butt a little. He immediately started following me. I went into one of the booths with the enormous gloryholes (about 8 inches by 8 inches) in the middle aisle. He followed me into the booth next door. I showed him my ass while I put my money in. Since he didn't do anything (I had expected him to touch my ass through the hole) I knelt and turned around, to see him playing with himself sitting on the stool. When he saw me kneel, he got up and stuck his dick through the hole. I sucked his dick for a while, until it got hard, then turned around and put my ass to the hole. He didn't waste any time this time, no lube no nothing, just fucked his cock into my turned-out ass-pussy. His dick wasn't all that big, and my asshole was very open and gushy by this point, having taken two loads from two large dicks, so he had to put his fingers in a "V" shape around his cock to make sure he had some structure to fuck into. Which he did. Which turned me on. That is a no-nonsense, down-to-earth fucker! Like I said! Arabs!

I took one more cock up my ass that night, but I'm going to leave this here for now. Will update later today, hopefully. Gotta get back to work.

Reporting on 3 Loads from Last Week

I've had some fairly decent luck since my last report. I got out of the habit of doing my write ups as soon as I got home. Sorry. I'm actually at the ABS right now, waiting for the lunch rush, so I thought I'd take advantage of the lull to catch you up.

Last week, I think it was Thursday, was when my luck began to turn. I got 3 that night, 2 of whom were truly high caliber.

The first one, though, was kind of ugly. Short dumpy guy, shaved head, with a weird knot at the top of his neck, like a flesh-colored apple. I sucked him through the gloryhole. His cock was salty, smallish, and had one of those foreskins that is still connected to the head, so it never slides free. I mostly only sucked this guy because I figured there would be slim pickings like every other time I've cruised lately. He wedged his foreskin between my lips (I had to squeeze them tight), and rutted his nut into the foreskin, which I then slurped out into my mouth.

The next guy was in his late 40s, muscular, big wide mustache and big wide long cock. He went to one of the larger gloryholes (7 inch square), which I always like because it's easier to get fucked in the ass through those. First I put it in my mouth. It was the kind of cock that immediately makes itself at home in a hole. I don't know know how else to describe this. The big fat weight of it, the clean but musky taste, the silky texture. I felt my mouth immediately pussify around that thing. He was uncircumcised too but his foreskin worked correctly, hugging the sides of his cock and lubricating my throat as he slid himself into me. After a while I got up and put my ass to the hole. He fucked it for a little while but lost his hard-on. I jumped around and squatted quickly just in case he hadn't realized his cock had been in my ass. I didn't want him to see. Sometimes they freak out. I went back to sucking and still loved it. After a while he said, "Give me that ass again," so I knew then that he had known. This time he didn't lose his erection. He long dicked me good for what must have been 20 minutes. His cock curved upward at just the right angle to make my prostate all tingly and warm and tight. I heard some slut in a movie moaning low and like a wild hurt animal -- I hate it when people turn the volume up so high on their movies, it's distracting. I had time to think about turning the volume down on the movie playing in my own booth, and did so, before realizing that the out of control moaning whore was me.

Then he came and left.

I was feeling slimy in my hole when I walked, wasn't sure I'd be able to hold it all in, so I went to the restroom.

The restroom is not part of the arcade. It's in the main part of the store, right by the cashier's station. Until the event I am about to describe, I've never done anything in there, though it's obvious how you would. The urinals are along the left hand side at the end of the wall. In the middle if the room, making a sort of island, are two toilet stalls, back to back from one another. The one facing away from the entrance has no door. It also happens to be less than two steps away from the urinals. All a guy had to do is look over his shoulder while pissing to see if the guy on the toilet is a cocksucker (licking lips, etc) or not. I've never cruised in there because the stakes for getting caught are high. Queens get banned for life for cruising in there, not because the owners have any problem with sex on the premises but because you don't have to pay to go to the bathroom and if guys are going to get their dicks sucked, management understandably wants to profit from it. I am too much of a whore to completely resist, though, and anytime a guy at the urinal looks back, I always lick my lips. Nothing has ever come of it before. This time, the guy pissing was a 30something skinny redheaded redneck with a Clark Gable mustache and slightly crossed eyes. When he sees me lick my lips he swings around and lets me get a look at his cock. Kind of skinny but a decent length. There's no way I could say no at this point (after I've seen the cute face and hard cock is the point of no return). I motioned him over. He took his station in front of me, where the door should have been in my stall, and I went to town on it. We heard the bathroom door open at one point so he slid to my right, opposite the urinals, walked around the stall island and started washing his hands. I didn't hear him again after that, and when the other guy left, I was afraid my guy had left, too. But he popped right back into place after a second. Meanwhile, remember, I've just been shitting the other guy's fuck out of my hole, and I haven't had time to wipe or anything. Dude pulls his cock out of my mouth and starts begging to fuck me. I try to wipe a little, but I'm rushed, and when I get up and turn around I hear him pulling more toilet paper off the roll. He starts dabbing at my hole with it. "I'm sorry," I say. "Its all right!" he whispers back. But I'm mortified, and not in a hot way.

When he did get his cock in, I could barely feel it. I've got a kind of loose gape at the best of times, and remember that I had just been ravished by fat dick daddy. I let him fuck around back there a little while then turned and sat, licked a streak of something reddish brown off of his head (shit or blood, I didn't care) and finished him off. He put the tips of all 8 fingers on the nape of my neck and set up a steady fucking action into my throat, shoving down with the fingers like you do when you're kneading dough. He got off pretty quickly after that.

I left the restroom a bit after he did. The cashier looked at me funny. But maybe that's my imagination.

I left.

I've had 6 more loads since that day, but I will tell them later.