Showing posts with label ass. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 9, 2012
First Craigslist Ass-Fuck in a While
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Thursday, November 8, 2012
Ugly Older Arabic Guy Fucked Me Like a Bitch
If you've read a lot of my blog, you know that I have a thing for Arabic guys. I know this is probably stereotyping, but I like that culturally they seem to have the exact attitude about homosexuality that I do: that there are men, and there are slutty queers whose job is to service them when they (the men) can't find a woman. And that's it. Whether any individual Arab guy thinks this way is irrelevant. It's what I've been led to believe -- by some of the Arabic guys I've messed around with, and also by reading stuff on the web -- is their attitude. And that attitude really turns me on.
So if a guy is Arabic, I'm completely ready to service him, even if he is (as was the case here) kind of old and ugly-looking. Sort of froggy. Tubby, with a mustache, fat belly, mid-fifties to early sixties, golden skin, tired eyes. The kind of guy you see working at a rundown convenience store sometimes.
Followed me around the aisles at the bookstore, and on one of the corners got close enough to brush my ass with his hand. That's not usually the way you cruise at this bookstore, but the brazenness of it, and the fact that he was very specifically letting me know that he thought of me as a piece of ass, turned me on. I jumped into a booth, he followed. He immediately put his hands on my hips and made a gesture as if to twirl me around (I'm no skinny twink, so he wasn't actually able to twirl me around, but the meaning was obvious). I turned around and unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down just far enough for my ass to hang out. Instead of pulling his own dick out, he humped up against my ass through his jeans for a while, holding my big manboobs in his warty, scratchy hands, and sniffing my neck and my ear. I think he might have licked my neck a little bit, or maybe it was a kiss. Hard to tell. He smelled like a barbershop: hair oil and soap.
Then he pulled his dick out through his fly (never took his pants down) and stuck it inside my ass and came after about two thrusts, just like that.
He turned away from me and watched the movie playing in the booth after he came, wouldn't even acknowledge my presence while I cleaned myself up and left. Didn't even glance over.
I hope I see that ugly fucker again!
So if a guy is Arabic, I'm completely ready to service him, even if he is (as was the case here) kind of old and ugly-looking. Sort of froggy. Tubby, with a mustache, fat belly, mid-fifties to early sixties, golden skin, tired eyes. The kind of guy you see working at a rundown convenience store sometimes.
Followed me around the aisles at the bookstore, and on one of the corners got close enough to brush my ass with his hand. That's not usually the way you cruise at this bookstore, but the brazenness of it, and the fact that he was very specifically letting me know that he thought of me as a piece of ass, turned me on. I jumped into a booth, he followed. He immediately put his hands on my hips and made a gesture as if to twirl me around (I'm no skinny twink, so he wasn't actually able to twirl me around, but the meaning was obvious). I turned around and unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down just far enough for my ass to hang out. Instead of pulling his own dick out, he humped up against my ass through his jeans for a while, holding my big manboobs in his warty, scratchy hands, and sniffing my neck and my ear. I think he might have licked my neck a little bit, or maybe it was a kiss. Hard to tell. He smelled like a barbershop: hair oil and soap.
Then he pulled his dick out through his fly (never took his pants down) and stuck it inside my ass and came after about two thrusts, just like that.
He turned away from me and watched the movie playing in the booth after he came, wouldn't even acknowledge my presence while I cleaned myself up and left. Didn't even glance over.
I hope I see that ugly fucker again!
Thursday, March 1, 2012
An Apology and Five More Catch-up Cocks
I want to apologize for falling so far behind! I've been making little notes on the blogger app on my phone whenever I get some cock, and I assumed that I would be able to come back and fill in all the details. I was wrong! These posts aren't nearly as good -- my memories aren't nearly as vivid -- because there's so much time between when I took the load and when I wrote about it. I am going to try my best to catch up tonight and tomorrow.
(I've had 3 cocks today, by the way, and am wanting to tell you about them, but I want to get caught up first!)
On 2/11 I went to the ABS and found a guy fucking the gloryhole, literally. Opened the booth door, and there was a hard cock sticking through the gloryhole, going in and out, with a lot of energy and passion. That's my kind of guy, obviously. I jumped in the booth, pulled down my pants, and stuck it up to the hole. He didn't miss a stroke. I never saw the guy.
On 2/15 I have this note, but I don't remember it:
"black guy couldn't stay hard whacked off fed me his load"
2/16 was a very hot day. First a handsome, tall twenty-something guy in a wool cap, with a very large cock, fucked me through the gloryhole. After he came, he kept his cock sticking soft through the gloryhole, so I sucked it until it got hard again, and then backed my ass up onto it once more time. He came twice in my ass! Then he still kept his cock sticking soft through the gloryhole. I sucked it off to get my assjuice off of it, Then he finally left.
Later that night I sucked off a chubby bald redneck in a green shirt. I went into the booth with him. He had a fairly small cock. I edged him mercilessly, getting him just to the point where he would say something like, "Oh yeah, right there, keep doing that" then I would pull off and literally blow on his cock to cool it down. When I finally did let him cum, he screamed like he was a cartoon character falling off of a tall building, "AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."
Next I sucked a young country-looking guy with big jug ears. I stuck my ass up to the hole and he stopped, so I knelt back down and sucked him some more. After about ten minutes of that, I stuck my ass up to the hole again, and this time he fucked into me, hard. I stage-whispered, "Fuck that pussy," and he was merciless for about five, six strokes until he came. After that, he bent down to the hole. He told me that it was his first time fucking ass and he wanted to know if I was clean. I told him that I was!
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
5 Loads Today
Went to the ABS around 10am today.
First cock I got was an Arabic and/or Turkish guy -- golden skin, shaved head, big muscles, hook nose, wedding band. I saw him first in the restroom but wasn't sure if he was cruising. He followed me into the arcade. I went to a gloryhole booth, he went into the next one. That's backwards from how it usually works! I'm usually the one chasing the men, not the other way around. His cock was small but superhard, and he really enjoyed cumming in my mouth, if all the grunting (which continued long after he had pulled his cock out of my mouth and was no longer shooting actual liquid) was any indication.
Next up was a fat black guy with an extremely fat, but not very long, cock. It was roughly the size and shape of a poblano chili pepper -- maybe a little fatter at the base, and a little shorter. There was no way I could suck it, it was too thick, so I put my ass to the hole. He immediately pulled his cock away, and I started to take my ass off the hole (some guys don't like it when you put your ass up there, so I try to keep them from seeing), but he stuck his thumb into my hole, and sort of pulled my ass back, hard, to the hole, using the thumb-hold, and the rest of his hands squeezing one of my cheeks. I hear some rustling around back there, and the next thing I feel is a fat, strong, wide, warm, wet tongue right smack on my hole (he still had his thumb in, too). It was a pussy-licker's tongue -- flicking back and forth quickly, the way guys do on a clit, not the way gay guys do when they tongue-fuck. Eventually he took the thumb out, ate out my manpussy for a while, then tried to ram that enormously fat, short cock in my hole. I can take cocks as fat as his, and do so fairly often, but usually when there's one as fat as that, it's also very long, and after a certain point your hole just gives up and let the rest of him in. He was just short enough to keep tearing up my pussy walls.
In other words: I loved it.
He never quite got it fully in -- this time. He'd squeak it forward a millimeter or two, fuck in and out to that distance, then squeak another little bit of it in (I could literally feel it squeaking, like fingers on a clean plate). After a while, he stopped fucking. I wasn't sure if he had come or not (a trip to the restroom afterwards -- and a shitful of white jizz -- gave me the answer).
He stayed around, and fucked me one more time, later. He got it in further the second time. I don't think he usually finds a bitch that can take it through the hole. He seemed really excited.
Third guy I got was a very young, very skinny country boy. He could have been the younger, more beautiful brother of the guy I got in the restroom last Thursday -- at first I thought it was him. I know the kid was over 18, because they are very strict about checking id at this bookstore, but that's the only way I know he was over 18. He came in, everybody was following him. He went into a booth without a gloryhole, locked the door. Everybody wandered away. I pulled on the door, he unlocked it. "You want a blowjob?" I said. He said, "No." I started to walk away. He opened the door some more, motioned me back over. "You get fucked?"
Unfortunately, he insisted on wearing a rubber. Fortunately, I was able to negotiate with him to make sure he gave me the rubber after he had cum in it.
He took a long time fucking me. I was already worn out from the enormously wide black cock. His cock was long and thin. He'd get it in, and try to fuck harder than he needed to fuck (this is a common thing with young guys), and end up losing where the hole was. He kept trying to push my ass down to fuck me, when really, to get the right angle, my ass needed to go up instead of down. Etc. I was about to give up, and told him that it just wasn't working, and he slapped me across the face. "Shut up and turn around."
So I did, of course.
He fucked me like a monster, got his nut, pulled the condom off, handed it to me, started getting himself dressed (he had pulled his pants off during our awkward early attempts, as a way to maybe get a better angle I think).
"Do you care if I eat it?" I said.
He said, in a voice that sounded honestly disgusted, "I don't care what you do with it."
I've had straight guys hand me a condom filled with their own cum before, and usually they get off on watching me eat the cum -- regardless of what they say. They can't take their eyes off of the act. And their eyes have that, "Yeah, you really are a fucking low-life bitch eating my cum" kind of look to them. This guy honestly couldn't care less, apparently. He didn't even look once, even though I turned the condom inside out and ate every bit of that cum right in front of him.
The next guy I got was a pudgy Mexican, one of those short Mayan-type Mexicans. I sucked him a while through the hole, but the gloryhole he had landed in was too high for him. His cock barely fit through -- only the tip of it, and it was pointing straight up, brushing the top of the gloryhole wall itself. I gave up, left the stall. He came out, then went down the line opening every door looking for a gloryhole. I am pretty sure he didn't realize that I was the one who had just tried to suck him. I got in one of the stalls (without a gloryhole) that was in his path, and when he looked in it, he saw me there, sitting on the floor, pointing at my own mouth with my finger. He got the message. I sucked him for a while. He ended up fucking me as hard and fast as a jackhammer, and I pulled away. I showed him my ass, slapped it, asked if he wanted to fuck. He didn't say yes, didn't say no, just looked straight ahead like I was not even there. I shoved my ass back onto his cock, he grabbed my thighs, and started jackhammering away again. After he came, he kept standing there, panting, like a big machine cooling down.
My last dick of the day was a gray-haired, black-mustached trim trucker who mauled my manboobs while I sucked his fairly small cock. He kept pulling them together so they would be more like boobs, and then squeezing them, so hard it hurt. When he came, he hollered like a rodeo cowboy. Afterwards, he said, "Boy, I sure hope I see you again sometime!" and I told him that I live to serve.
It was about 2 by this time -- 5 cocks in 4 hours, with three achieving orgasm in my ass (although only two of them actually left their loads there). Not a bad day's work for a cockslut!
First cock I got was an Arabic and/or Turkish guy -- golden skin, shaved head, big muscles, hook nose, wedding band. I saw him first in the restroom but wasn't sure if he was cruising. He followed me into the arcade. I went to a gloryhole booth, he went into the next one. That's backwards from how it usually works! I'm usually the one chasing the men, not the other way around. His cock was small but superhard, and he really enjoyed cumming in my mouth, if all the grunting (which continued long after he had pulled his cock out of my mouth and was no longer shooting actual liquid) was any indication.
Next up was a fat black guy with an extremely fat, but not very long, cock. It was roughly the size and shape of a poblano chili pepper -- maybe a little fatter at the base, and a little shorter. There was no way I could suck it, it was too thick, so I put my ass to the hole. He immediately pulled his cock away, and I started to take my ass off the hole (some guys don't like it when you put your ass up there, so I try to keep them from seeing), but he stuck his thumb into my hole, and sort of pulled my ass back, hard, to the hole, using the thumb-hold, and the rest of his hands squeezing one of my cheeks. I hear some rustling around back there, and the next thing I feel is a fat, strong, wide, warm, wet tongue right smack on my hole (he still had his thumb in, too). It was a pussy-licker's tongue -- flicking back and forth quickly, the way guys do on a clit, not the way gay guys do when they tongue-fuck. Eventually he took the thumb out, ate out my manpussy for a while, then tried to ram that enormously fat, short cock in my hole. I can take cocks as fat as his, and do so fairly often, but usually when there's one as fat as that, it's also very long, and after a certain point your hole just gives up and let the rest of him in. He was just short enough to keep tearing up my pussy walls.
In other words: I loved it.
He never quite got it fully in -- this time. He'd squeak it forward a millimeter or two, fuck in and out to that distance, then squeak another little bit of it in (I could literally feel it squeaking, like fingers on a clean plate). After a while, he stopped fucking. I wasn't sure if he had come or not (a trip to the restroom afterwards -- and a shitful of white jizz -- gave me the answer).
He stayed around, and fucked me one more time, later. He got it in further the second time. I don't think he usually finds a bitch that can take it through the hole. He seemed really excited.
Third guy I got was a very young, very skinny country boy. He could have been the younger, more beautiful brother of the guy I got in the restroom last Thursday -- at first I thought it was him. I know the kid was over 18, because they are very strict about checking id at this bookstore, but that's the only way I know he was over 18. He came in, everybody was following him. He went into a booth without a gloryhole, locked the door. Everybody wandered away. I pulled on the door, he unlocked it. "You want a blowjob?" I said. He said, "No." I started to walk away. He opened the door some more, motioned me back over. "You get fucked?"
Unfortunately, he insisted on wearing a rubber. Fortunately, I was able to negotiate with him to make sure he gave me the rubber after he had cum in it.
He took a long time fucking me. I was already worn out from the enormously wide black cock. His cock was long and thin. He'd get it in, and try to fuck harder than he needed to fuck (this is a common thing with young guys), and end up losing where the hole was. He kept trying to push my ass down to fuck me, when really, to get the right angle, my ass needed to go up instead of down. Etc. I was about to give up, and told him that it just wasn't working, and he slapped me across the face. "Shut up and turn around."
So I did, of course.
He fucked me like a monster, got his nut, pulled the condom off, handed it to me, started getting himself dressed (he had pulled his pants off during our awkward early attempts, as a way to maybe get a better angle I think).
"Do you care if I eat it?" I said.
He said, in a voice that sounded honestly disgusted, "I don't care what you do with it."
I've had straight guys hand me a condom filled with their own cum before, and usually they get off on watching me eat the cum -- regardless of what they say. They can't take their eyes off of the act. And their eyes have that, "Yeah, you really are a fucking low-life bitch eating my cum" kind of look to them. This guy honestly couldn't care less, apparently. He didn't even look once, even though I turned the condom inside out and ate every bit of that cum right in front of him.
The next guy I got was a pudgy Mexican, one of those short Mayan-type Mexicans. I sucked him a while through the hole, but the gloryhole he had landed in was too high for him. His cock barely fit through -- only the tip of it, and it was pointing straight up, brushing the top of the gloryhole wall itself. I gave up, left the stall. He came out, then went down the line opening every door looking for a gloryhole. I am pretty sure he didn't realize that I was the one who had just tried to suck him. I got in one of the stalls (without a gloryhole) that was in his path, and when he looked in it, he saw me there, sitting on the floor, pointing at my own mouth with my finger. He got the message. I sucked him for a while. He ended up fucking me as hard and fast as a jackhammer, and I pulled away. I showed him my ass, slapped it, asked if he wanted to fuck. He didn't say yes, didn't say no, just looked straight ahead like I was not even there. I shoved my ass back onto his cock, he grabbed my thighs, and started jackhammering away again. After he came, he kept standing there, panting, like a big machine cooling down.
My last dick of the day was a gray-haired, black-mustached trim trucker who mauled my manboobs while I sucked his fairly small cock. He kept pulling them together so they would be more like boobs, and then squeezing them, so hard it hurt. When he came, he hollered like a rodeo cowboy. Afterwards, he said, "Boy, I sure hope I see you again sometime!" and I told him that I live to serve.
It was about 2 by this time -- 5 cocks in 4 hours, with three achieving orgasm in my ass (although only two of them actually left their loads there). Not a bad day's work for a cockslut!
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Last Tuesday Load #s 5 & 6: Two Gays
I usually try to avoid gay guys.
Let me define "gay," since some of you may be confused about this. "Gay," for the purposes of my cruising definition (which may be different from the definition I use when I use the word in other contexts) means: openly acknowledging of one's own homosexuality. I prefer to suck off guys who think they're straight, is another way of putting it.
So: if a guy's watching a gay movie in the booth, no matter how hot he is, I generally avoid him. Because he knows he's gay.
Also: if he wants to suck my dick, or get fucked by me, my interest usually evaporates immediately. Because he knows he's gay.
Last Tuesday, though, after taking four loads, I was on fire with lust, so I didn't care as much as usual. I did two obviously gay guys in a row.
The first was an older guy in a Hawaiian shirt who was watching a gay movie. He stuck his cock through the hole (tiny, curved upward), and I didn't even bother trying to suck on it. I just wanted loads in my ass at this point. I just stuck my ass directly onto his dick, figuring that if he didn't want to fuck me, I wasn't that much into it anyway.
He did want to fuck me.
Or, rather, I should say: he came immediately. I'm not sure if he wanted to fuck me or not, really.
The second guy was super-hot in a hipster way. He's the one I mentioned earlier with the weird Mesopotamian-looking beard that curved like waves. He was in his twenties (I swear I'm not usually popular with young guys -- don't know what was up last Tuesday -- the fish were biting, I guess). He caught my eye as I passed him, then followed me, cruising me heavily.
I went into a booth with a hole. He dropped to his knees. What the hell, I thought. I stuck my dick through. He sucked it for just a second, then stood up and stuck his through.
Again, I was just horned-out on my ass at this point. Which is not my usual thing. But I'd taken so many loads up there, I felt like I wanted to make it a record-breaking night. Not that I actually know how many loads I've had in my ass on an actual record-breaking night. But either way. I was getting ass-greedy.
I stuck my ass to his cock. He groaned. We fucked back and forth. His cock was rock, rock hard, curved and thick. It actually hurt a little bit (another thing that's rare for me), mostly because of how hard it was, and how sharply he was jerking it in and out, not the size. He came, he left, I pulled up my pants and went looking for more.
Let me define "gay," since some of you may be confused about this. "Gay," for the purposes of my cruising definition (which may be different from the definition I use when I use the word in other contexts) means: openly acknowledging of one's own homosexuality. I prefer to suck off guys who think they're straight, is another way of putting it.
So: if a guy's watching a gay movie in the booth, no matter how hot he is, I generally avoid him. Because he knows he's gay.
Also: if he wants to suck my dick, or get fucked by me, my interest usually evaporates immediately. Because he knows he's gay.
Last Tuesday, though, after taking four loads, I was on fire with lust, so I didn't care as much as usual. I did two obviously gay guys in a row.
The first was an older guy in a Hawaiian shirt who was watching a gay movie. He stuck his cock through the hole (tiny, curved upward), and I didn't even bother trying to suck on it. I just wanted loads in my ass at this point. I just stuck my ass directly onto his dick, figuring that if he didn't want to fuck me, I wasn't that much into it anyway.
He did want to fuck me.
Or, rather, I should say: he came immediately. I'm not sure if he wanted to fuck me or not, really.
The second guy was super-hot in a hipster way. He's the one I mentioned earlier with the weird Mesopotamian-looking beard that curved like waves. He was in his twenties (I swear I'm not usually popular with young guys -- don't know what was up last Tuesday -- the fish were biting, I guess). He caught my eye as I passed him, then followed me, cruising me heavily.
I went into a booth with a hole. He dropped to his knees. What the hell, I thought. I stuck my dick through. He sucked it for just a second, then stood up and stuck his through.
Again, I was just horned-out on my ass at this point. Which is not my usual thing. But I'd taken so many loads up there, I felt like I wanted to make it a record-breaking night. Not that I actually know how many loads I've had in my ass on an actual record-breaking night. But either way. I was getting ass-greedy.
I stuck my ass to his cock. He groaned. We fucked back and forth. His cock was rock, rock hard, curved and thick. It actually hurt a little bit (another thing that's rare for me), mostly because of how hard it was, and how sharply he was jerking it in and out, not the size. He came, he left, I pulled up my pants and went looking for more.
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