Squirting Jizz Out of My Ass Like Diarrhea!

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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).

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!

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!

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!

Young Arabic Guy with Awkwardly Curved Cock Filled My Ass

I went to one of the theater/bookstores out in southwestern Louisville. Nobody there but me, two very old dudes who were asleep in the theater, and a young Arabic guy, maybe 20 or 21: skinny, sweet face with heavy eyebrows, not much of a chin but beautiful eyes. I've seen him there before, even sucked him briefly, but never got him off, for reasons that will be apparent in a moment.

He went into a booth, didn't lock the door. I pulled it open. He looked suspiciously over his shoulder. I mimed sucking a cock by moving my fist in front of my mouth. He nodded me in. I dropped immediately to my knees and he pulled his cock out and I remembered. It's a nice, thick cock but it curves in a "C" from the root down under his balls, very, very, very circular and stiff to the point where it's kind of hard to suck. I mean: because of that particular curve, it's actually easy to get down the throat, but you can't really get a good rhythm going because it's so steeply curved. You have to kind of go slowly up and down and make sure you move your throat in exactly the right way as it tries to go down.

I started pulling on my big manboobs and his eyes lit up. He reach down and squeezed them. So I pulled him in close and got him to fuck my tits for a while. "You like my tits?" I asked him. "Oh yes," he said, no trace of an accent. "You oughta fuck me like a girl," I said, and he told me to turn around.

This took even more care and cautiousness than the sucking. He did get it in eventually but he wasn't able to move it around much. Just slightly in and out. He kept rubbing my back and reaching around and playing with my tits and belly, though, and making lots of sounds like he was loving it. Every now and then he would pull out and play with my hole, just touch it with the very tips of his fingers. Then he'd put it back in.

After a while he pulled out completely and started finger fucking me, really hard and fast, the way girls frag their own pussies in porn movies. I pretended to like it (I liked that he wanted to do it but I wasn't into the actual sensation of it). Then he put it back in. This time I squatted down lower, propping myself up with the chair in the booth, and he got it much deeper inside me than before.

I didn't think he came. He went back and forth a bit then got dressed and left, and kept cruising. Once I got home, though, I discovered (by shitting his cum) that he had dumped quite a load in me. Unless he just loosened up some other, previous guy's load, which I suppose could be what happened, because I'm generally filled with jizz most all of the time.

First Craigslist Ass-Fuck in a While

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Couple of Post-Holiday Cocks

Took a break from taking cock over Thanksgiving, due to a family member's extended visit and general busy-ness, so I was pretty much desperate for cock by yesterday.

I'm still not doing the bookstores for a while.

So here's what I did. I emailed several of my former Craigslist tricks to see if they wanted to get together. That's one of the few advantages of the Craigslist scene -- you can get back in touch with people you enjoyed messing around with, as opposed to gloryhole sex, where it's catch as catch can. Only one responded --  a black guy with a very, very large cock -- I think I've written about him already. The time we got together, he had to have a friend of his drop him off, and he took the bus home afterwards. That's dedication. This time, he just wanted to see if I'd get my boyfriend involved with a three-way with him. I told him I'd give it a whirl. My boyfriend would not be getting off from work for a few hours at the time we were having this conversation.

I figured it would be boring having two bottoms (me and my boyfriend) and one top, so I asked the guy if it would be okay if I put out an ad looking for more tops. He was totally into it.

So I did.

I got about six responses.

By the end of the night, though, only one guy -- not the one I had emailed initially, but somebody who saw the ad -- actually showed up. Even my boyfriend didn't play. This guy was kind of rednecky, skinny for a redneck, though, and smelled strongly of cigarettes. I took him upstairs to my bed. I sucked him a while, took him a good amount of time to get hard, then he pushed me back on the bed and started sucking me -- which I'm not into at all. After a while he turned me over and tried to stick his dick in, but he wanted to just slam it in all at once, like it was a pussy, and he was neither big enough nor hard enough to accomplish this feat. He'd pull out, hold my hole open with his fingers, and then wham! And every time his dick would bend or go over to the side. I am not a tight-assed virgin. There was no reason, except for his own clumsiness and his insistence on doing it his own way, that his dick wasn't going in. Eventually he came just by frottaging his dickhead along my asshole, which was fine by me. He kept apologizing afterwards for cumming so soon, and I assured him that my only goal is to get the guy off, I don't care how or how long it takes, but he wouldn't hear it.

That was last night.

I had also posted an ad earlier in the day yesterday to find "straight" guys needing blowjobs, but nobody answered in time before my boyfriend got home from work. One guy, though, did set up an appointment for today at 11:30. I had forgotten about him until he emailed me just before showing up. Pudgy, balding middle-aged guy. After I sucked him off, he mentioned that he had "checked up on me" on the Internet -- I guess by Googling my email address. I don't know if this is a good thing or not, but I'm starting to think that every guy I suck knows who I am. Almost makes me afraid to write about them sometimes. I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings!

I 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

Ugly Older Arabic Guy Fucked Me Like a Bitch

If you've read a lot of my blog, you know that I have a thing for Arabic guys. I know this is probably stereotyping, but I like that culturally they seem to have the exact attitude about homosexuality that I do: that there are men, and there are slutty queers whose job is to service them when they (the men) can't find a woman. And that's it. Whether any individual Arab guy thinks this way is irrelevant. It's what I've been led to believe -- by some of the Arabic guys I've messed around with, and also by reading stuff on the web -- is their attitude. And that attitude really turns me on.

So if a guy is Arabic, I'm completely ready to service him, even if he is (as was the case here) kind of old and ugly-looking. Sort of froggy. Tubby, with a mustache, fat belly, mid-fifties to early sixties, golden skin, tired eyes. The kind of guy you see working at a rundown convenience store sometimes.

Followed me around the aisles at the bookstore, and on one of the corners got close enough to brush my ass with his hand. That's not usually the way you cruise at this bookstore, but the brazenness of it, and the fact that he was very specifically letting me know that he thought of me as a piece of ass, turned me on. I jumped into a booth, he followed. He immediately put his hands on my hips and made a gesture as if to twirl me around (I'm no skinny twink, so he wasn't actually able to twirl me around, but the meaning was obvious). I turned around and unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down just far enough for my ass to hang out. Instead of pulling his own dick out, he humped up against my ass through his jeans for a while, holding my big manboobs in his warty, scratchy hands, and sniffing my neck and my ear. I think he might have licked my neck a little bit, or maybe it was a kiss. Hard to tell. He smelled like a barbershop: hair oil and soap.

Then he pulled his dick out through his fly (never took his pants down) and stuck it inside my ass and came after about two thrusts, just like that.

He turned away from me and watched the movie playing in the booth after he came, wouldn't even acknowledge my presence while I cleaned myself up and left. Didn't even glance over.

I hope I see that ugly fucker again!

Girl Tells Her Boyfriend to Fuck Me Through Gloryhole

You have probably noticed that I get annoyed by the large number of straight couples who cruise the adult bookstore on the weekends. I usually stay out of there on weekends, as a matter of fact, because of them. It's not actually the couples who are problematic, though: it's the lonely-loser straight guys who clutter the halls, yammering loudly and waiting for them. I know what you might be thinking, and no: they're worse than the cocksuckers like me, who clutter the halls. More desperate. Also louder. More social. They travel like a pack of sharks. That's what the weekends are like, there.

Weekdays, you mostly still have normal cocksuckers and cocksuckees. When a straight couple comes in, they get ignored, more often than not, by the cocksuckers lining the walls. Which is what happened the day I'm telling you about -- my notes indicate that it was sometime in mid-September. This very cute guy -- just my type, short-cropped hair, a little bit of a beer belly, mid-twenties to early thirties, tattooes, stupid look on his fat-lipped face -- walks in with his chubby blond girlfriend and they go immediately into a gloryhole booth. Since this wasn't a weekend, there were no straight guys waiting around for them, so nobody goes in.

Finally, bored, I decided to do so. I looked in the hole, and the girl's face was there. She immediately stuck her pussy up to the hole.

I left the booth. No offense, but I've got no use for pussy.

An hour passed. Still, nobody went in there. I was still bored.

I went back into the booth, but instead of looking through the hole, I thought I'd see what happened if I just stuck my asshole up to it.

I heard her rustle around. Then I heard them whispering. He laughed, kind of embarrassedly, but she kept whispering with urgency. Then I felt the head of his cock poke through the hole.

This wasn't one of the super-large gloryholes I usually get fucked through, just a normal-sized hole, about the diameter of a soda can. I kept my ass to the hole but I did lean forward a bit and look back to make sure. His cock completely filled the diameter of the hole, that's how thick it was. He was only getting the head through at first. It was also already covered in slime, which was not spit and was not lube. I think it was actual pussy-juice, but what do I know? I arched back on it, took the head, and heard him groan -- it was more of an "argh" like somebody had hurt him, but I don't think it hurt him. He kept pushing and pushing and eventually got his whole cock through the (for him) tight gloryhole, and into my (not at all) tight manpussy. I heard her whispering to him the whole time. I was afraid he would scrape his dick on the sides of the gloryhole and not want to fuck me, so I rode up and down on his cock, allowing him to just stick it through and hold it still, until he unloaded in me. Which he did, with a really mean-sounding scream, like one of those Marine calls or something. "HRrrrah."

One of the hottest things that has ever happened to me.

I don't mind couples at the bookstore so much anymore, now that I know how to handle them!

What I don't know is whether or not she told him that it was a guy's ass or if she tried to convince him it was a girl's, or if she even knew, or cared, herself.

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

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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.

First Time I Took It Up the Ass

I was 15 the first time I got fucked in the ass. I didn't like it.

Mom had dropped me off at the mall. I bought an album ("Wild Gift" by X) then went to the JC Penney bathroom to see if anything was going on in there. Stood at the urinal. Big beefy muscular hairy white guy with a 70s afro stood beside me, probably late 30s early 40s. Played with himself. I touched his cock. I decided I didn't want him. I left the restroom. He left with me and grabbed my ass, hard, as I was walking out the restroom door. "Come on, son," he said. "We've got to get home," very loudly. This restroom opened up along a bank of customer service representatives, and to ignore him or make a scene would have been embarrassing, so -- what the hell. He did have a nice, muscular body. 

He drove me in his van to his apartment. It was the only "high-rise" in the town. I felt special. It was only a mid-rise, really -- 12 floors -- and, frankly, kind of dumpy. I know this because my cousin lived there in later years, and I remember thinking how silly I had been to imagine that this was a glamorous apartment building.

He asked me about the record. I opened it up and he played a little of it. "That's really not all that bad," he said.

Then we went to his bedroom. Rolled around. I ended up on my belly. He was giving me a massage. Then he started fingering my hole. I had never done that. It made me uncomfortable. I squirmed to let him know I didn't want it. I really was that stupid, thinking that as long as I squirmed and showed discomfort, he would know to stop. He kept on. Then he started giving me a massage, rubbing my shoulders and my back while also still fingering my hole. It took me a while to realize that both his hands were on my shoulders, and that that wasn't a finger in my hole.

I panicked, clamped down and started asking him to get out. 

He said, no, it would only take just a minute. I tried to squirm out, but he was a muscular body-builder type guy, and even though I was pretty strong myself, he had all the leverage he needed.

I thought that if I held it as tight as possible he would not enjoy himself. I was very angry. I was, like I said, also very naive. I clamped down as hard as I could, trying to hurt his dick with my ass muscles. This was before anybody knew about AIDS, so I wasn't worried about that. I just didn't like it.

When he was done, I didn't say anything. I took a big painful shit and told him that I just wanted to leave. He took me back to the mall. He thanked me. I didn't say anything.

I didn't think it was my fault or anything. I also didn't think of it, at the time, as a rape. I was just pissed off at that guy -- no more than if he had stepped on my foot on purpose, or hit me in the face -- but also no less than that. I saw him cruising again a few times and I always ran. One time he stopped me in the K-Mart bathroom and said, "You weren't all that good, either."

I just broke his grip and left the restroom.

This was not supposed to get you excited. Stop playing with yourself. I'm serious.

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