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).
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Sunday, May 19, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Five Loads Yesterday: 4 in the Mouth, 1 in the Butt
Started the day off at one of the ABSs. I like this one because they don't charge a cover fee to access the cruising area. It's pretty slow, but at least 50% of the guys who come in are looking to put their dick to a slut -- even though there's 30 minutes of empty waiting time between them, I still get plenty, if I'm patient. The usual ratio at most bookstores is 90% cockwhores, 10% cocks. At this place, you don't have to play the usual competitive reindeer games with the other sluts. You just sit there, a dude comes in, he lets you suck it (or not) and then you sit there.
When I got there, a guy I'd sucked before -- 20-something thuggy black kid -- was already in there. So he was load number one: I sucked him off in a stall with the door open while an older man watched. The first time I sucked this kid, he tried to pull out of my mouth when he came, but I had held on. It blew his mind as he blew his load, that I was willing to take it. This time, I started training him to put his hands on the back of my head and push me down so his cock wedged into my throat (I could have gotten his cock into my throat on my own, but these straight kids like to feel like they have some control over the hole they're using). When he came, there was no hint of pulling out. In fact, he jammed my face all the way down on his cock, much farther than I was actually ready to go, to the point where I was gagging and my nose was smashed against his flat muscles right above his cock. "Oh God," he said.
Awesome!
The second guy was a much younger guy than I usually do. He had a bit of a scruffy beard, but besides that he looked like he couldn't have been more than 18 or 19. Dirty clothes, reeked of cigarettes, a "bad boy" except for the sweet open face and the fact that his cock tasted of soap and water. Not a big cock, but he enjoyed using my throat, and it was just big enough for the tip to go down in there without making me gag. He did fuck me for a little while, but neither of us was into it: for my part, his dick was too small, and for his, I think he prefered a blowjob, like most teenagers do. The way he wanted to get off was for me to put my hand on it, stroke it on the way up, then jam my throat down on the cock, then put my hand on it and stroke it on the way up again. He was very specific and patient with his instructions, and didn't stop stopping me and lecturing me about how to do it until I got it exactly right.
After he came, he asked if I had a dollar (I had already given him two dollars for the booth video) and I honestly didn't. "Damn," he said. "You got a cigarette?" I told him I didn't smoke. Very aggressively: "Shit!!!"
And away he went.
The next guy was another one I have done before. One of the things I like about this place is that the trade doesn't mind doing the same fag over and over, unlike the busier places, where once you've done a guy it's sometimes hard to get him to do you again. Everybody wants strange! But not these guys. They're just there for relief.
This guy looks like he might be Arabic -- shaved head, hooked nose, little mustache, golden colored skin -- except that he's uncircumcised, and speaks with a heavy southern/country accent (both times, after fucking me, he said, "Got a nekkin?" which, if I hadn't been raised in the rural South, I wouldn't have realized meant, "Got a napkin?" which, in turn, means, "Got anything to wipe my dick off with?" Anyway, I sucked him a while, he got hard, I turned around and he fucked my ass until he came into it. There's no drama with this one.
Then I went to a different ABS for a while.
The fourth guy whose load I took didn't let me do anything but give him a handjob. He was a black-haired slightly chubby redneck in his mid-twenties, I'd guess. He didn't even let me spit on my hand. He just wanted a dry hand-job. He stood in the booth beside the video screen and I played with his cock, as he requested. When he came, I made sure to catch all of it in my hand. "What are you doing to do with that?" he said. "I'm going to eat it," I told him. He made a disgusted face, but he stayed and watched me eat it, very intensely paying attention, I might add. These boys and their sentimental attachment to where their cum goes!
The fifth and last guy I sucked was a very masculine older man -- probably late fifties -- shaved head, muscular body, big gold watch and big diamond-encrusted wedding band, kind of a Kojak type. He had to pull out and whack himself off in order to cum (he was one of those guys who only gets about 3/4 hard) but he made sure to get it back in my mouth so I could eat his jizz when it was time.
Meanwhile, I find out my boyfriend had sucked off a scruffy street kid (mid-twenties) who hangs out in our neighborhood. I haven't got the skills anymore to just pull a trick off the street with no cruising context (bookstore or whatever) to validate what I'm doing. So jealous! On the other hand, I did get five, and he only got one. So there's that.
When I got there, a guy I'd sucked before -- 20-something thuggy black kid -- was already in there. So he was load number one: I sucked him off in a stall with the door open while an older man watched. The first time I sucked this kid, he tried to pull out of my mouth when he came, but I had held on. It blew his mind as he blew his load, that I was willing to take it. This time, I started training him to put his hands on the back of my head and push me down so his cock wedged into my throat (I could have gotten his cock into my throat on my own, but these straight kids like to feel like they have some control over the hole they're using). When he came, there was no hint of pulling out. In fact, he jammed my face all the way down on his cock, much farther than I was actually ready to go, to the point where I was gagging and my nose was smashed against his flat muscles right above his cock. "Oh God," he said.
Awesome!
The second guy was a much younger guy than I usually do. He had a bit of a scruffy beard, but besides that he looked like he couldn't have been more than 18 or 19. Dirty clothes, reeked of cigarettes, a "bad boy" except for the sweet open face and the fact that his cock tasted of soap and water. Not a big cock, but he enjoyed using my throat, and it was just big enough for the tip to go down in there without making me gag. He did fuck me for a little while, but neither of us was into it: for my part, his dick was too small, and for his, I think he prefered a blowjob, like most teenagers do. The way he wanted to get off was for me to put my hand on it, stroke it on the way up, then jam my throat down on the cock, then put my hand on it and stroke it on the way up again. He was very specific and patient with his instructions, and didn't stop stopping me and lecturing me about how to do it until I got it exactly right.
After he came, he asked if I had a dollar (I had already given him two dollars for the booth video) and I honestly didn't. "Damn," he said. "You got a cigarette?" I told him I didn't smoke. Very aggressively: "Shit!!!"
And away he went.
The next guy was another one I have done before. One of the things I like about this place is that the trade doesn't mind doing the same fag over and over, unlike the busier places, where once you've done a guy it's sometimes hard to get him to do you again. Everybody wants strange! But not these guys. They're just there for relief.
This guy looks like he might be Arabic -- shaved head, hooked nose, little mustache, golden colored skin -- except that he's uncircumcised, and speaks with a heavy southern/country accent (both times, after fucking me, he said, "Got a nekkin?" which, if I hadn't been raised in the rural South, I wouldn't have realized meant, "Got a napkin?" which, in turn, means, "Got anything to wipe my dick off with?" Anyway, I sucked him a while, he got hard, I turned around and he fucked my ass until he came into it. There's no drama with this one.
Then I went to a different ABS for a while.
The fourth guy whose load I took didn't let me do anything but give him a handjob. He was a black-haired slightly chubby redneck in his mid-twenties, I'd guess. He didn't even let me spit on my hand. He just wanted a dry hand-job. He stood in the booth beside the video screen and I played with his cock, as he requested. When he came, I made sure to catch all of it in my hand. "What are you doing to do with that?" he said. "I'm going to eat it," I told him. He made a disgusted face, but he stayed and watched me eat it, very intensely paying attention, I might add. These boys and their sentimental attachment to where their cum goes!
The fifth and last guy I sucked was a very masculine older man -- probably late fifties -- shaved head, muscular body, big gold watch and big diamond-encrusted wedding band, kind of a Kojak type. He had to pull out and whack himself off in order to cum (he was one of those guys who only gets about 3/4 hard) but he made sure to get it back in my mouth so I could eat his jizz when it was time.
Meanwhile, I find out my boyfriend had sucked off a scruffy street kid (mid-twenties) who hangs out in our neighborhood. I haven't got the skills anymore to just pull a trick off the street with no cruising context (bookstore or whatever) to validate what I'm doing. So jealous! On the other hand, I did get five, and he only got one. So there's that.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Appreciative Guy & Guy With Huge Wart
I'm starting to develop a regularness around one particular bookstore in southwest Louisville. It's still not as good as the Police-Troubled-ABS in Indiana, where I could sometimes get six to twelve loads in one day, but I'm managing at least two every time I go to this one. That's good enough for now, while the Louisville bookstore cruising scene recovers from the effective shut-down of its primary venue.
This happened a couple of days ago.
First I sucked off an older guy with a long braided ponytail in a booth. Not as old as Willie Nelson, but the same kind of general style and attitude. He had a thin, long dick that curved upward. From the second my mouth went on it he kept saying, "Oh that's good, oh that's good, oh that's good, oh that's good." After he came, and I stood up, he said, "Thanks, that was good." I started to say, "I know," but I try never to be sarcastic with my tricks, and it had been pretty good, anyway.
The next guy was a younger guy, married, who sat in the corner of the theater. He might have been fat and he might not -- I couldn't tell because he was wearing one of those big puffy Michelin Man type coats and never took it off. The theater that day had a number of very old men wandering in and out of it. He would only let me suck him when he and I were the only ones in there, which was annoying, because those other guys were constantly coming in. They weren't bugging us or anything. They were just cruising each other, I think. I'm not blaming them. But everytime he heard the door crack, he would pull his dick back under his sweatpants. Finally, at a time when most of the old men were in the theater, I went to each one in turn, grabbed his crotch, rubbed it a little, then went back to my guy. "They're all here for the same thing," I said. This seemed to calm him down and he let me suck him.
He had an enormous wart on the side of his cock, about an inch from the top. He also had scar tissue on the very sensitive spot where the bottom of the cock turns into the head of the cock -- I expect that another wart was removed from there.
He didn't cum until one of the old men stood beside us and pulled out his own cock. Dude grabbed the old man's cock and started playing with it, and also came in my mouth at the same time. I'm not sure I am happy with that scenario, but whatever.
This happened a couple of days ago.
First I sucked off an older guy with a long braided ponytail in a booth. Not as old as Willie Nelson, but the same kind of general style and attitude. He had a thin, long dick that curved upward. From the second my mouth went on it he kept saying, "Oh that's good, oh that's good, oh that's good, oh that's good." After he came, and I stood up, he said, "Thanks, that was good." I started to say, "I know," but I try never to be sarcastic with my tricks, and it had been pretty good, anyway.
The next guy was a younger guy, married, who sat in the corner of the theater. He might have been fat and he might not -- I couldn't tell because he was wearing one of those big puffy Michelin Man type coats and never took it off. The theater that day had a number of very old men wandering in and out of it. He would only let me suck him when he and I were the only ones in there, which was annoying, because those other guys were constantly coming in. They weren't bugging us or anything. They were just cruising each other, I think. I'm not blaming them. But everytime he heard the door crack, he would pull his dick back under his sweatpants. Finally, at a time when most of the old men were in the theater, I went to each one in turn, grabbed his crotch, rubbed it a little, then went back to my guy. "They're all here for the same thing," I said. This seemed to calm him down and he let me suck him.
He had an enormous wart on the side of his cock, about an inch from the top. He also had scar tissue on the very sensitive spot where the bottom of the cock turns into the head of the cock -- I expect that another wart was removed from there.
He didn't cum until one of the old men stood beside us and pulled out his own cock. Dude grabbed the old man's cock and started playing with it, and also came in my mouth at the same time. I'm not sure I am happy with that scenario, but whatever.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
He Actually Asked Me if I Was a Whore
Yesterday I went out to one of the adult theaters in Louisville. I don't usually go to this one. When I pulled up there was a guy with the hood of his pickup truck up. He was kind of cute in a 40-something redneck married guy kind of way. Cross-eyed. I gave him a jump and asked him, afterwards, if he wanted a blowjob. He did not. My question totally flustered him. This struck me as not a good sign. I went on into the theater anyway.
One of the guys in there, a slightly chubby middle-aged married dude, with a friendly face and short arms and legs, was somebody I've sucked before. He immediately recognized me and wanted me to suck him again, which I did. In the past, he's had trouble cumming, but this time I realized what he needs, sort of by trial and error. He wants to control the pace, to fuck my passive mouth. Most guys who like that will put their hands on your head and force the issue, but he never did, so that's why it took me so long to figure it out. Anyway, once I learned to hold still, tighten my mouth around his cock, and just let him fuck away, it only took him a few seconds to pump a load into my throat. I held his cock, with his cum, in my mouth for quite some time before he decided to pull it out.
The second guy was especially hot. Most fags would probably snoot their noses up at him: working class man, very tall, late forties/early fifties, bald on the top, with blond hair on the sides. Unlike most guys of his demographic who go to the bookstores, he wasn't chubby at all. But he also wasn't muscled up. Just a dude. Super-masculine and confident. Looked like the foreman of a construction crew or something. He came in and went directly to the restroom, but looked back toward the booths (where I was standing) as he went in. I licked my lips. Some guys like that, some guys don't. The ones who don't like it are generally guys I'm not interested in anyway. The ones who like it are the kind of guys I like. I hope this makes sense. Anyway, I couldn't tell if he noticed or not.
When he came out of the restroom, he went right to the theater. I followed, hard on his heels. He sat, stretched himself out, started rubbing on his cock through his pants. I didn't jump right on it at first because I've had bad situations occur when I make a move and the guy doesn't want it. I usually wait until they pull it out. But he just kept rubbing it. Finally I got down on my knees beside him and just flat out asked him if he wanted me to suck it. "Well YEAH," he said, in a very impatient tone, not joking at all, like he'd been wondering why I was being so stupid not sucking it yet.
It wasn't a very big cock but it was tasty. I sucked it a while and licked his balls, which he had pulled through his zipper too. At one point he put both hands on the side of my head and pulled me off. He looked at me with a weird look on his face -- eyes narrow, lips tight, a look that was both gentle and very distancing, like I was an object.
"You are a whore, aren't you" he said, in a flat way -- kind of the way Elaine's boyfriend Putty on Seinfeld talks, no emphasis on any of the words. I found this very, very, very hot.
"Well yeah, I've been one since I was twelve."
He didn't say anything.
"You don't like whores?" I said. He shook his head, "No." This was ambiguous to me. "No, I don't like whores," or "No, I do." So I said, "You do like whores?"
"Yes," he said, still in that flat voice. He wasn't looking at me any more at this point. Just sort of off to the side like a kid being interrogated by a teacher.
"You fuck a lot of whores?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said. "That's all I fuck."
I sucked him a little while longer then he told me to stand up. He stood up beside me. He squeezed my tits under my shirt and I pulled it up for him. He sucked on them for a while, and squeezed them together like a girl's tits.
"You like my tits?" I asked him.
"You've got nice tits," he said, still all quiet and I guess Frankenstein-like. He wasn't looking at me, just focused on my tits. Then he put his hands on my hips and let me know he wanted me to turn around. I did. He told me to drop my pants. I did. He started rubbing his cock on my ass. I arched my back and held my cheeks open and manipulated the situation so that his cock went into my hole. I don't think he had expected that. Earlier in the day I had been playing with a massive buttplug -- the size of a fist -- so I was still loose and lubed up with heavy-duty thick lube. His cock went right in, no pressure, no need for hands to help, no nothing. He fucked me a while and came. He tried to pull out before he came but I pushed my butt back and kept him in. Afterwards, he wiped his cock off with a cotton handkerchief before putting it away. Then he left.
I didn't get any more that day.
That's 13 orgasms I've caused to happen this year, for 13 men. 486 to go to reach my goal of 500 in 2013!
One of the guys in there, a slightly chubby middle-aged married dude, with a friendly face and short arms and legs, was somebody I've sucked before. He immediately recognized me and wanted me to suck him again, which I did. In the past, he's had trouble cumming, but this time I realized what he needs, sort of by trial and error. He wants to control the pace, to fuck my passive mouth. Most guys who like that will put their hands on your head and force the issue, but he never did, so that's why it took me so long to figure it out. Anyway, once I learned to hold still, tighten my mouth around his cock, and just let him fuck away, it only took him a few seconds to pump a load into my throat. I held his cock, with his cum, in my mouth for quite some time before he decided to pull it out.
The second guy was especially hot. Most fags would probably snoot their noses up at him: working class man, very tall, late forties/early fifties, bald on the top, with blond hair on the sides. Unlike most guys of his demographic who go to the bookstores, he wasn't chubby at all. But he also wasn't muscled up. Just a dude. Super-masculine and confident. Looked like the foreman of a construction crew or something. He came in and went directly to the restroom, but looked back toward the booths (where I was standing) as he went in. I licked my lips. Some guys like that, some guys don't. The ones who don't like it are generally guys I'm not interested in anyway. The ones who like it are the kind of guys I like. I hope this makes sense. Anyway, I couldn't tell if he noticed or not.
When he came out of the restroom, he went right to the theater. I followed, hard on his heels. He sat, stretched himself out, started rubbing on his cock through his pants. I didn't jump right on it at first because I've had bad situations occur when I make a move and the guy doesn't want it. I usually wait until they pull it out. But he just kept rubbing it. Finally I got down on my knees beside him and just flat out asked him if he wanted me to suck it. "Well YEAH," he said, in a very impatient tone, not joking at all, like he'd been wondering why I was being so stupid not sucking it yet.
It wasn't a very big cock but it was tasty. I sucked it a while and licked his balls, which he had pulled through his zipper too. At one point he put both hands on the side of my head and pulled me off. He looked at me with a weird look on his face -- eyes narrow, lips tight, a look that was both gentle and very distancing, like I was an object.
"You are a whore, aren't you" he said, in a flat way -- kind of the way Elaine's boyfriend Putty on Seinfeld talks, no emphasis on any of the words. I found this very, very, very hot.
"Well yeah, I've been one since I was twelve."
He didn't say anything.
"You don't like whores?" I said. He shook his head, "No." This was ambiguous to me. "No, I don't like whores," or "No, I do." So I said, "You do like whores?"
"Yes," he said, still in that flat voice. He wasn't looking at me any more at this point. Just sort of off to the side like a kid being interrogated by a teacher.
"You fuck a lot of whores?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said. "That's all I fuck."
I sucked him a little while longer then he told me to stand up. He stood up beside me. He squeezed my tits under my shirt and I pulled it up for him. He sucked on them for a while, and squeezed them together like a girl's tits.
"You like my tits?" I asked him.
"You've got nice tits," he said, still all quiet and I guess Frankenstein-like. He wasn't looking at me, just focused on my tits. Then he put his hands on my hips and let me know he wanted me to turn around. I did. He told me to drop my pants. I did. He started rubbing his cock on my ass. I arched my back and held my cheeks open and manipulated the situation so that his cock went into my hole. I don't think he had expected that. Earlier in the day I had been playing with a massive buttplug -- the size of a fist -- so I was still loose and lubed up with heavy-duty thick lube. His cock went right in, no pressure, no need for hands to help, no nothing. He fucked me a while and came. He tried to pull out before he came but I pushed my butt back and kept him in. Afterwards, he wiped his cock off with a cotton handkerchief before putting it away. Then he left.
I didn't get any more that day.
That's 13 orgasms I've caused to happen this year, for 13 men. 486 to go to reach my goal of 500 in 2013!
Monday, February 18, 2013
Two Randoms
The other day I sucked off a retired-military-type guy, probably mid-fifties to early sixties, muscular but with a tummy, silver crewcut and mustache and goatee. He took forever to cum. He liked fucking it down into my throat. It was just the right size to where he could put his head into my throat without gagging me, no matter how hard he fucked. I sucked him a while in the theater (he stood in front of me), then got tired, so we separated. Later I sucked him a while in a booth (on my knees) but got tired again. I'm serious about how long he took to cum! Finally, back in the theater, a few minutes later, I finished him off. He yelled "cocksucker!" as he came.
Then there was another fat guy who acted like I wasn't there while I sucked him. He was not as tough-looking as the tattooed guy. Just a typical tubby loser who needs a bj. Goatee, glasses. Took a long time to get him to let me. First I squatted down in front of him in the theater and started caressing his cock through his sweatpants, but he kept his hand on it. He didn't seem to mind me having my hand there, too, but his hand was blocking my hand from his actual cock. Then I put my mouth on his sweatpants crotch and breathed air onto it through the fabric. Again, no reaction at all. I left the theater. I came back later, squatted again, and this time asked him if I could suck it. He didn't acknowledge that he heard me, but he did pull it out, so I sucked it. At one point I pulled off to catch my breath (it was pretty nicely sized) and that's the instant he chose to cum. Fortunately, it went right into my mouth, so I just pushed my throat back down on his cock and caught the rest of his little spasms.
Then he got up and left and didn't look at me.
Yay!
That's 11 loads from 11 men this year, leaving me 489 to reach my goal of 500! Wish me luck!
Then there was another fat guy who acted like I wasn't there while I sucked him. He was not as tough-looking as the tattooed guy. Just a typical tubby loser who needs a bj. Goatee, glasses. Took a long time to get him to let me. First I squatted down in front of him in the theater and started caressing his cock through his sweatpants, but he kept his hand on it. He didn't seem to mind me having my hand there, too, but his hand was blocking my hand from his actual cock. Then I put my mouth on his sweatpants crotch and breathed air onto it through the fabric. Again, no reaction at all. I left the theater. I came back later, squatted again, and this time asked him if I could suck it. He didn't acknowledge that he heard me, but he did pull it out, so I sucked it. At one point I pulled off to catch my breath (it was pretty nicely sized) and that's the instant he chose to cum. Fortunately, it went right into my mouth, so I just pushed my throat back down on his cock and caught the rest of his little spasms.
Then he got up and left and didn't look at me.
Yay!
That's 11 loads from 11 men this year, leaving me 489 to reach my goal of 500! Wish me luck!
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Having Trouble Taking Dicks
Went to one of the ABSs in Louisville. It's been a while since I've cruised, in part because of the police pressures on my favorite bookstore, over in Indiana, and in part because of an extended bout of what turned out to be norovirus.
Anyway, the first dick I sucked was an older black man who really got into fucking my throat pretty hard. His dick wasn't all that big, but it was dirty and smelly -- cigarettes and sweat -- and when he came, his cum was so nasty-tasting, thick, and shot so hard into my throat, that I couldn't help but gag. It's been years since I've truly gagged (other than faking it for guys to get off). The guy really liked gagging me and made sure to push it harder down my throat as I gagged. I found this uncomfortable at the time but also a turn-on.
Next was a chubby guy, also black, who let me suck it a while then started playing with my ass. I immediately jumped up, pulled my pants down, and gave it to him. It hurt, though! I haven't hurt that bad since I was a teenager taking cock. He finally came and I went home to shit blood and cum into the toilet.
I don't know what's gotten into me. I guess my virginity of mouth and ass grew back while I was out of commission!
Anyway, the first dick I sucked was an older black man who really got into fucking my throat pretty hard. His dick wasn't all that big, but it was dirty and smelly -- cigarettes and sweat -- and when he came, his cum was so nasty-tasting, thick, and shot so hard into my throat, that I couldn't help but gag. It's been years since I've truly gagged (other than faking it for guys to get off). The guy really liked gagging me and made sure to push it harder down my throat as I gagged. I found this uncomfortable at the time but also a turn-on.
Next was a chubby guy, also black, who let me suck it a while then started playing with my ass. I immediately jumped up, pulled my pants down, and gave it to him. It hurt, though! I haven't hurt that bad since I was a teenager taking cock. He finally came and I went home to shit blood and cum into the toilet.
I don't know what's gotten into me. I guess my virginity of mouth and ass grew back while I was out of commission!
Sunday, January 6, 2013
First Load of 500 for 2013
My boyfriend and I decided to drive down to an ABS about an hour south of Louisville today. This place has a couple of "theaters" which are really just big rooms with lots of cheap love seats in them, and a large TV. There is also a hallway of video booths, some of which have gloryholes. Until today, I hadn't been there in a long time, partially due to the distance, and partially because they charge $20 just to get in. Thanks to the police activity at my local favorite spot, and general paranoia, we decided the drive and the extra expense would be worth it.
When we first got there my boyfriend disappeared. Later I found him, by looking through one of the gloryholes: he was aggressively eating out the ass of a short, dusty-clothed redneck boy with black hair and a wedding band.
Nobody else in the place would do: random cocksuckers, one of whom was an 80-year-old man in a little black dress (but making no other attempts to appear feminine).
One of the love seats in the "straight" theater is positioned so that you can see everybody who comes in the place. All the loves seats, though cheap, were nice and fully-upholstered and plump, except for this one, which had a deeply messed-up, worn-out spot in the one place you could sit and see the entrance. That's where I sat. I read ebooks on my phone for a while.
Eventually a very sexy, lanky, rednecky, cleancut blond guy came in, maybe 24 or 25. Kind of a cross between Owen Wilson and the skinny version of Matthew McConaughey, except more clean-cut than either of those guys. I jumped up to follow him into the hallway of booths, and so did another cocksucker, a black guy who had been sitting opposite me, also monitoring the door. The guy went into a booth with a gloryhole, and the other cocksucker beat me to the companion booth, but when the guy saw who was on the other side he started walking back out of his booth (he never had quite gotten the door shut). Then he saw me, and nodded me in. I think he was probably racist or something. I guess I shouldn't approve, but I wanted to suck him, and any advantage is an advantage in a situation like that.
He sat in the chair in the booth and pulled on his cock. It was larger than most, curved upward toward his belly, and fat as the cardboard tube inside a toilet paper roll, if you squeezed the tube a little so that it wasn't perfectly round. I wasn't able to get him down my throat (which is rare), but that may have been because of the recent sinus cold, and still-lingering tenderness in the back of my throat. Anyway, he was very appreciative of the blowjob, making hissing sounds between his teeth and asking me if I "liked that big fat cock" with an accent that could have come right out of one of those gator-hunting characters on reality TV.
I got him to titty-fuck me but he didn't like it. My boyfriend was watching through the hole and he said that the guy looked shocked. After a while, the guy just said, "Hey, suck it."
Which I did.
He had tiny balls, like peanuts.
When he came, I hardly tasted it, though I could feel it squirting onto my tongue. I've never had cum taste so tasteless before.
My boyfriend ran up to me afterwards, "You bitch!" He thinks he deserves all the dick. But he doesn't! He doesn't deserve all the dick! I do!
We hung out there about an hour longer. I sucked on two fifty-something chubby trucker guys but neither of them was able to cum, so they don't count.
Load total so far this year: 1.
Goal: 500.
To go: 499.
When we first got there my boyfriend disappeared. Later I found him, by looking through one of the gloryholes: he was aggressively eating out the ass of a short, dusty-clothed redneck boy with black hair and a wedding band.
Nobody else in the place would do: random cocksuckers, one of whom was an 80-year-old man in a little black dress (but making no other attempts to appear feminine).
One of the love seats in the "straight" theater is positioned so that you can see everybody who comes in the place. All the loves seats, though cheap, were nice and fully-upholstered and plump, except for this one, which had a deeply messed-up, worn-out spot in the one place you could sit and see the entrance. That's where I sat. I read ebooks on my phone for a while.
Eventually a very sexy, lanky, rednecky, cleancut blond guy came in, maybe 24 or 25. Kind of a cross between Owen Wilson and the skinny version of Matthew McConaughey, except more clean-cut than either of those guys. I jumped up to follow him into the hallway of booths, and so did another cocksucker, a black guy who had been sitting opposite me, also monitoring the door. The guy went into a booth with a gloryhole, and the other cocksucker beat me to the companion booth, but when the guy saw who was on the other side he started walking back out of his booth (he never had quite gotten the door shut). Then he saw me, and nodded me in. I think he was probably racist or something. I guess I shouldn't approve, but I wanted to suck him, and any advantage is an advantage in a situation like that.
He sat in the chair in the booth and pulled on his cock. It was larger than most, curved upward toward his belly, and fat as the cardboard tube inside a toilet paper roll, if you squeezed the tube a little so that it wasn't perfectly round. I wasn't able to get him down my throat (which is rare), but that may have been because of the recent sinus cold, and still-lingering tenderness in the back of my throat. Anyway, he was very appreciative of the blowjob, making hissing sounds between his teeth and asking me if I "liked that big fat cock" with an accent that could have come right out of one of those gator-hunting characters on reality TV.
I got him to titty-fuck me but he didn't like it. My boyfriend was watching through the hole and he said that the guy looked shocked. After a while, the guy just said, "Hey, suck it."
Which I did.
He had tiny balls, like peanuts.
When he came, I hardly tasted it, though I could feel it squirting onto my tongue. I've never had cum taste so tasteless before.
My boyfriend ran up to me afterwards, "You bitch!" He thinks he deserves all the dick. But he doesn't! He doesn't deserve all the dick! I do!
We hung out there about an hour longer. I sucked on two fifty-something chubby trucker guys but neither of them was able to cum, so they don't count.
Load total so far this year: 1.
Goal: 500.
To go: 499.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Went to that ABS in Indiana Again, the One with Recent Arrests
I'm not saying the names of bookstores where I go anymore so I won't come up in an easy search by anti-cruising activists (this one bookstore I'm talking about is particularly being targeted by them). But if you've been following this blog, you know the one I'm talking about.
A lot of the regular cocksuckers were there, hanging out in the halls, which, I noticed, were more well-lit, particularly around the emergency exits, than usual. I guess they must have been cited for that, as part of the general police activity.
Guys -- including me -- were nervous. Some guys who were obviously trade just stood in their stall touching their dicks through their pants, letting the gloryhole cocksucker (ahem, me) wait and wait and wait, without ever making a real move. I had that happen three or four times. I think they were waiting for me to show them something lewd about myself first. But whatever. I was worried they might be cops, they were worried I might be cops, why are we here?
I did get to suck one guy -- a very masculine, tattooed, biker/trucker/American Chopper/bear type guy, with a big shovel beard, great arms, a large round belly, and a small but tasty, tender cock. I spotted him in the hallway. We made eye contact. All the gloryhole booths were taken. I went into a booth right beside him and squatted. He peeked in, but didn't do anything. Then I saw him walk away. I came out of my booth. This stopped him. He went into a booth (without a hole) and left the door open, and I followed him in. He was just standing their, looking down at his dick (which was already out of his fly) like it was a problem he didn't know how to handle.
I knew how to handle it!
I sucked him nearly off several times, then pulled back and breathed on it and licked it, until he finally took charge and just grabbed my head and fucked my throat and came. I like to make them take responsibility for getting their load.
He hadn't been very friendly or talkative beforehand, but he was very, very, very friendly afterwards. "Oh my god that was awesome I hope I see you here again," and then he left.
I don't know if I'll be going back to that place for a while. I spent four hours there, and this is the only thing that happened worth talking about. It's not like the other places are any more fruitful, but at least they don't feel as dangerous right now.
A lot of the regular cocksuckers were there, hanging out in the halls, which, I noticed, were more well-lit, particularly around the emergency exits, than usual. I guess they must have been cited for that, as part of the general police activity.
Guys -- including me -- were nervous. Some guys who were obviously trade just stood in their stall touching their dicks through their pants, letting the gloryhole cocksucker (ahem, me) wait and wait and wait, without ever making a real move. I had that happen three or four times. I think they were waiting for me to show them something lewd about myself first. But whatever. I was worried they might be cops, they were worried I might be cops, why are we here?
I did get to suck one guy -- a very masculine, tattooed, biker/trucker/American Chopper/bear type guy, with a big shovel beard, great arms, a large round belly, and a small but tasty, tender cock. I spotted him in the hallway. We made eye contact. All the gloryhole booths were taken. I went into a booth right beside him and squatted. He peeked in, but didn't do anything. Then I saw him walk away. I came out of my booth. This stopped him. He went into a booth (without a hole) and left the door open, and I followed him in. He was just standing their, looking down at his dick (which was already out of his fly) like it was a problem he didn't know how to handle.
I knew how to handle it!
I sucked him nearly off several times, then pulled back and breathed on it and licked it, until he finally took charge and just grabbed my head and fucked my throat and came. I like to make them take responsibility for getting their load.
He hadn't been very friendly or talkative beforehand, but he was very, very, very friendly afterwards. "Oh my god that was awesome I hope I see you here again," and then he left.
I don't know if I'll be going back to that place for a while. I spent four hours there, and this is the only thing that happened worth talking about. It's not like the other places are any more fruitful, but at least they don't feel as dangerous right now.
Friday, November 30, 2012
The More Dick I Get, The More Dick I Need
From time to time -- rarely! -- I will turn a guy down because I'm not attracted to him. But that only happens when I'm not in a frenzy. I prefer the times when I'm in a frenzy. It takes me a while to get worked up into a frenzy, though. Once I'm there it's heaven. The thing that really gets me
going is thinking about how much of a slut I can be on those lucky days when guys are all over the place looking for a hole to blow their loads in, when I can go from dick
to dick and maybe not even look at them before I gobble their cocks down. My standards go way, way, way down on those days -- and I feel sexiest on those days, too. I can't stop beating off after I've had a good day like that.
How good are these days? The best day I've ever had was 17 cocks, one day in New York. Another time I had 13 in San Diego -- about nine of them were a crew of work-clothed Mexicans with mustaches and cowboy boots who all came in together and who all jumped into a cluster around me immediately, trying to push each other out of the way, the instant I went down on my knees for one of them. Yum. I recently had an 11-cock day at Theater X which I wrote about. Those are my favorite days. Taking that much cock, causing that much pleasure to that many men in such a short amount of time, just makes me feel so slutty and used and useful and lucky -- that's what I love about being a cocksucker.
If some of the guys aren't as sexy as I'd normally like, well that makes it even better. Makes me more of a whore. Guys I'd never do when I'm in my regular cruising mode are super-hot to me if I know that they will take me closer to my record. I am obsessed with breaking my record of 17 before I get too old to attract enough cock in one day to even come close. I'm almost 50 now. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep getting so many loads.
Anyway.
Like I said, I can't get into a frenzy right away. It takes several cocks to get me really slutted up. Generally, if I go out to cruise, I try to not go home until I've had at least 3 guys (and I only count them if they cum). Those are normal days, and I am picky right up until I've gotten that many. Once I get at least 5 or 6, I start to get into frenzy mode and will attach my mouth or my ass to any man's crotch who will let me, partly because I want to try to break my record someday, and partly because the more dick I get, the more dick I need. I guess that's what they mean by addiction. Ha! I don't want to be cured!
How good are these days? The best day I've ever had was 17 cocks, one day in New York. Another time I had 13 in San Diego -- about nine of them were a crew of work-clothed Mexicans with mustaches and cowboy boots who all came in together and who all jumped into a cluster around me immediately, trying to push each other out of the way, the instant I went down on my knees for one of them. Yum. I recently had an 11-cock day at Theater X which I wrote about. Those are my favorite days. Taking that much cock, causing that much pleasure to that many men in such a short amount of time, just makes me feel so slutty and used and useful and lucky -- that's what I love about being a cocksucker.
If some of the guys aren't as sexy as I'd normally like, well that makes it even better. Makes me more of a whore. Guys I'd never do when I'm in my regular cruising mode are super-hot to me if I know that they will take me closer to my record. I am obsessed with breaking my record of 17 before I get too old to attract enough cock in one day to even come close. I'm almost 50 now. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep getting so many loads.
Anyway.
Like I said, I can't get into a frenzy right away. It takes several cocks to get me really slutted up. Generally, if I go out to cruise, I try to not go home until I've had at least 3 guys (and I only count them if they cum). Those are normal days, and I am picky right up until I've gotten that many. Once I get at least 5 or 6, I start to get into frenzy mode and will attach my mouth or my ass to any man's crotch who will let me, partly because I want to try to break my record someday, and partly because the more dick I get, the more dick I need. I guess that's what they mean by addiction. Ha! I don't want to be cured!
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Fellow Sluts (Male and Female): How Many Cocks Did You Suck in 2012? What Are Your Goals for 2013?
This time last year, I announced that my goal for 2012 was to suck 1000 different cocks -- regulars and repeats only counting one time each -- and that I was confident I'd make it. Ha! Unless I suck around 700 cocks in the next month, I'm doomed to miss my goals. While 312 (that's how many I sucked) may sound like a lot of cocks to you, for me it is a big disappointment. That's less than one new cock per day, on average (I don't actually suck cocks every day -- sometimes I suck none, sometimes I suck twelve). This is the first year I've ever tried to count every cock that I've sucked, but I'm sure that in past years I did better. But at least now I have a baseline.
I'm hoping to up my total to around 500 next year.
I'll be documenting them all here -- and actually counting them down, so I don't have to try to count them at the end of the year based on old posts and notes, which is what I just got finished doing, and it was a pain in the ass.
I'm hoping to up my total to around 500 next year.
I'll be documenting them all here -- and actually counting them down, so I don't have to try to count them at the end of the year based on old posts and notes, which is what I just got finished doing, and it was a pain in the ass.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Catching Up From Notes
Still in September, apparently. Here's one full day's worth of notes -- I only vaguely remember the event:
-- Handsome black guy made me catch it in my mouth from a few inches away.
I don't remember if he let me suck him or if he just whacked himself off and shot it into my mouth. I don't remember if this was through the gloryhole or if I went into a booth with him. I just don't remember. I wish I had written about this the same day -- it would have all been there.
-- Handsome black guy made me catch it in my mouth from a few inches away.
I don't remember if he let me suck him or if he just whacked himself off and shot it into my mouth. I don't remember if this was through the gloryhole or if I went into a booth with him. I just don't remember. I wish I had written about this the same day -- it would have all been there.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
He Rocked Me Back and Forth on His Cock by Pulling and Pushing on My Manboobs
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If You're a Cumwhore Like Me, You've Got to Get Cum Somehow!
I am not going to specify the names of the theaters and bookstores I go to anymore. I have reason to believe that some of the emails I've been getting from "fans" pumping me for information about Theatair X were in fact from police detectives. I don't think they're "after" me specifically, but I think they're trying to build a case for stuff that supposedly happens at Theatair X that doesn't actually happen at Theatair X, and they were hoping to get me to corroborate their stories.
For example, for a while I was getting three or four emails/week from randoms, all asking if I was a). female (um ... dude, read the blog) and b). how much I charge to give blowjobs (um ... dude, nothing). A few asked about meth (I've never seen any drug use at all there). And one asked me if "the staff knows what's going on." Very suspicious.
Since the arrests at Theatair X seem to have been focused on the straight couple trade, and since the news media are all talking about a "prostitution ring" (something that I think did not and does not exist at Theatair X, except in the imagination of the media and the police), I find it a little too coincidental that the obsessions of these people sending me emails, and the angle the cops are trying to use in their harassment of Theatair X, matched up so perfectly. Especially when anybody actually reading my blog would know that I'm just a male gloryhole cocksucker who works for free!
Why they're focusing on the male/female couples, and manufacturing claims of prostitution, when there's plenty of lewd and lascivious not-for-profit behavior they could be arresting people for (including me!) going on in there is beyond me. Maybe if they can "prove" that it's a house of prostitution they have a better shot at shutting the place down, which is ultimately their goal, I think. They've gone through several rounds of harassing the place due to cocksucker traffic, and it's never successfully allowed them to close the establishment down, so now they're just making shit up.
So, anyway, I went to a different Adult Bookstore/Theater in the area yesterday, which shall remain nameless. It's one of those dealies where you pay $10 to go back and you have access to a theater and a stream of constantly-playing video booths. There's one gloryhole in this place, but both sides of it were occupied the whole time I was there. I ended up on my knees in the theater sucking off three different guys while about four other guys stood around jerking off, but wouldn't let me suck them. Don't get excited: they were all old, fat, and ugly, just like me.
I also sucked a young, jock-type guy for a little while, but then he turned around and wanted me to fuck his ass, which always messes up my role-playing.
Three loads in the mouth, all from uglies. But it was three loads all the same! I miss Theatair X and my regulars from there! But what are you gonna do? If you're a cumwhore like me, you've got to get cum somehow!
Thursday, November 8, 2012
I Rubbed The Dead Jizz from the Condom onto My Asslips
I have three notes on my phone about this one particular day, and I don't remember anything about these guys or the sex I had with them except for the notes that I took. That's the breaks when you're as much of a slut as I am. I'm currently writing these blog posts about two months behind my actual experiences, depending on the notes. Usually the notes I take spark an actual full-blown memory. Sometimes, like now, they don't.
I'd like to get more caught up so that I can write about the sex almost as soon as I have it, and remember everything better, but it's difficult to do when you have as much sex as I have. I'm trying to catch up today! Anyway, the date I'm talking about is apparently mid-to-late September. I'm not even going to try to fill out my notes imaginatively, because that would be a lie. I'm just going to write down what the notes say, and let you fill it in from there in your own imagination.
-- Fat bull moose with tight foreskin fucked my face hard; redheaded and mean-looking
-- Other fat trucker fucked me through gloryhole, didn't get good look at him
-- Hot young black guy huge dick fucked me with condom. I dug it out of the trash after he left booth and rubbed his dead jizz on my asslips
I'd like to get more caught up so that I can write about the sex almost as soon as I have it, and remember everything better, but it's difficult to do when you have as much sex as I have. I'm trying to catch up today! Anyway, the date I'm talking about is apparently mid-to-late September. I'm not even going to try to fill out my notes imaginatively, because that would be a lie. I'm just going to write down what the notes say, and let you fill it in from there in your own imagination.
-- Fat bull moose with tight foreskin fucked my face hard; redheaded and mean-looking
-- Other fat trucker fucked me through gloryhole, didn't get good look at him
-- Hot young black guy huge dick fucked me with condom. I dug it out of the trash after he left booth and rubbed his dead jizz on my asslips
Young Married Guy With Thick Glasses and Curvy Cock
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Monday, October 22, 2012
Three Cocks from One Craigslist Ad, and a Thought on the Cocksucker vs. Cocksuckee Demographics
Still catching up on my old notes.
This would have been the middle of last month (September of 2012).
I posted an ad on Craigslist inviting straight guys to come over and use my mouth and/or ass. Seems like there's a ton of those ads on Craigslist, and if you didn't read between the lines, you'd think that the whole world is full of cocksuckers and there are no cocks to be found. I think a lot of sluts give up. I always get some when I post an ad, though, no matter how many other fags there are who have also posted. I think there's still more guys looking for blowjobs or butts to fuck than there are cocksuckers or ass-whores -- but the "straight" guys don't place ads. Why would they? The bitches are all lined up panting waiting for the cock. They get to pick and choose.
The first guy who answered was a skinny black guy with an enormous, fat, long curved cock. He said he was going to fuck me in his emails, but once he got here I ended up just sucking him off. He never made a move on my ass. I did get it all the way down my throat, which I don't think he was used to (he gasped). Eventually he worked up the courage to put his hands on the back of my head and force-fuck me. I always like it when they figure out that that's cool, on their own.
That was the only cock I got that day, but I got two more cocks from the same ad the next day. I guess in Louisville people read the older ads in addition to the newer ones.
The first guy that second day was somebody I had done before. He's middle-aged, wears a suit, looks like a trim used car salesman. His cock twists sideways from his body. I may have written about him before. Anyway, he came over, I sucked him, he left.
The second guy was a young cable installation contractor with tattoos all over his body and a shaved head. He asked me for my "stats" in his email, which is usually a turn-off for me (my favorite kind of guy is the kind who just wants a fucking mouth or ass to fuck and doesn't give a fuck), but followed it up with a second email, "Not that it really matters," almost immediately. He smelled and tasted strongly of cigarettes once he arrived. He stood the whole time while I sucked him off. Didn't take long, though he never got hard until just before he was ready to cum. I think he might have been the guy who originally installed our cable (they looked similar, anyway), but that's been seven years ago now, so I can't be certain.
If there were more cocksuckers than cocksuckees, I wouldn't have gotten three cocks from one ad. It's obvious that the numbers are in the cocksuckers' favor. It's just that one cocksucking satisfies the guy getting sucked, but the cocksucker needs more, more, more, so they're always looking.
This would have been the middle of last month (September of 2012).
I posted an ad on Craigslist inviting straight guys to come over and use my mouth and/or ass. Seems like there's a ton of those ads on Craigslist, and if you didn't read between the lines, you'd think that the whole world is full of cocksuckers and there are no cocks to be found. I think a lot of sluts give up. I always get some when I post an ad, though, no matter how many other fags there are who have also posted. I think there's still more guys looking for blowjobs or butts to fuck than there are cocksuckers or ass-whores -- but the "straight" guys don't place ads. Why would they? The bitches are all lined up panting waiting for the cock. They get to pick and choose.
The first guy who answered was a skinny black guy with an enormous, fat, long curved cock. He said he was going to fuck me in his emails, but once he got here I ended up just sucking him off. He never made a move on my ass. I did get it all the way down my throat, which I don't think he was used to (he gasped). Eventually he worked up the courage to put his hands on the back of my head and force-fuck me. I always like it when they figure out that that's cool, on their own.
That was the only cock I got that day, but I got two more cocks from the same ad the next day. I guess in Louisville people read the older ads in addition to the newer ones.
The first guy that second day was somebody I had done before. He's middle-aged, wears a suit, looks like a trim used car salesman. His cock twists sideways from his body. I may have written about him before. Anyway, he came over, I sucked him, he left.
The second guy was a young cable installation contractor with tattoos all over his body and a shaved head. He asked me for my "stats" in his email, which is usually a turn-off for me (my favorite kind of guy is the kind who just wants a fucking mouth or ass to fuck and doesn't give a fuck), but followed it up with a second email, "Not that it really matters," almost immediately. He smelled and tasted strongly of cigarettes once he arrived. He stood the whole time while I sucked him off. Didn't take long, though he never got hard until just before he was ready to cum. I think he might have been the guy who originally installed our cable (they looked similar, anyway), but that's been seven years ago now, so I can't be certain.
If there were more cocksuckers than cocksuckees, I wouldn't have gotten three cocks from one ad. It's obvious that the numbers are in the cocksuckers' favor. It's just that one cocksucking satisfies the guy getting sucked, but the cocksucker needs more, more, more, so they're always looking.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
One Cock Yesterday
I don't usually cruise the adult bookstore on Saturday night because it is so crowded. It's not just crowded with gay guys, either: it's crowded with straight guys looking for male/female couples. These guys all stand around jawing, and they chase any couple who comes in harder than any queen has ever chased any trick. You'd think that I would like it when the place is full of horny, frustrated straight guys, but it's a problem. Every one of those guys has been sucked by a fag, I guarantee it. But they can't let the other guys -- who have also been sucked by fags -- know this. It's just their way. So the place is full of guys I'd suck, and none of them are going to let me suck them because they know that the other guys -- who I'd also suck -- would see that they had let a fag suck them. They all have to pretend that they're only there for the couples.
It's awful.
I did manage to get one cock, though. Just as I was going in, a blonde 20-something construction-worker type kid (dirty shirt, dirty hands, clean bright handsome face) came in behind me. He followed me in, then followed me into the gloryhole booth beside the one I went into. His tokens weren't working. This could be a bad thing. I've lost many tricks due to non-working videos. But he kept at it, and eventually even put a dollar in, which did work. He was determined to not leave that booth! He was also shaking a little bit. He had a nice, thin cock. He didn't like it when I moved up and down: he only wanted to fuck into my mouth. Eventually, he came -- but not much.
I waited around for five hours listening to straight guys jabber about this or that straight couple who may or may not show up, after that. Jesus Christ those guys are much louder and more obnoxious than us fags. I'm sure of it.
It's awful.
I did manage to get one cock, though. Just as I was going in, a blonde 20-something construction-worker type kid (dirty shirt, dirty hands, clean bright handsome face) came in behind me. He followed me in, then followed me into the gloryhole booth beside the one I went into. His tokens weren't working. This could be a bad thing. I've lost many tricks due to non-working videos. But he kept at it, and eventually even put a dollar in, which did work. He was determined to not leave that booth! He was also shaking a little bit. He had a nice, thin cock. He didn't like it when I moved up and down: he only wanted to fuck into my mouth. Eventually, he came -- but not much.
I waited around for five hours listening to straight guys jabber about this or that straight couple who may or may not show up, after that. Jesus Christ those guys are much louder and more obnoxious than us fags. I'm sure of it.
Last Wednesday I Made at Least 11 Guys Cum
Last Wednesday I sucked cock from about 6:30 am to about 2:00 pm at the adult bookstore. Almost an eight hour work day! I counted the loads as I went, but I didn't take notes. I was too busy! I hope I remember them all. I will try! If the following post doesn't include 13 guys (11 in my mouth, two in my ass), that means I either miscounted while working the gloryhole, or I have forgotten some of them. Let's see ...
The first was a blond guy with a large curvy dick. He looked to be in his early thirties -- Little League coach type of a guy. The head was especially large, but the whole thing was large. It curved to my right (his left). I sucked it through the gloryhole, and put it in my ass for a little while, but it didn't stay hard in my ass, so I sucked some more. I got him off with my mouth, mostly, but unfortunately I had just pulled off to think about putting it in my ass again when he came. A lot of his cum went into my hand. I put my mouth back on it and took the rest, then wiped the cum on my hand onto my asshole, for lube for later cocks.
Next was a very handsome, clean black guy in a button-down shirt and business slacks. He had one of those dicks that turns completely to the side -- I have only encountered two of those in my life, but apparently they are a thing. Starts normally-oriented at the base, but then twists on its own axis as it goes out until the head is 90 degrees from normal, even though the cock itself is straight as a stick.
Despite that one weirdness, it was a fairly substantial cock, maybe 8 or 9 inches long, two or three wide. I sucked him for a while through the gloryhole, then put my ass to the hole and managed to get him into me. He fucked into me for a while then pulled out. I'm always afraid I will lose them at that point -- that they are freaking out for the anal play -- so I jumped down into a squat and started licking my lips at the hole. He, indeed, had been putting his cock back into his pants, but decided to give me another taste.
After sucking it for a little while more, I still wanted it in my ass very badly. It just felt like the kind of cock that needed to go into my ass. Good cocks for ass tend to be tender to the touch, and fat and long, of course, and more sensitive than the normal kind. When you lick the sides, you can feel the man shiver. That's how you know that this will be a good cock for ass. This was definitely a good cock for ass.
I tried it again, and this time he fucked me until he came. I turned and squatted again and he told me to "clean it off," which I did. He stayed hard, so I sucked on it for a while longer. Which turned into a long while longer. So then, what the hell, I put it back into my ass again, and he fucked another load into me -- taking much longer, but really giving my prostate a solid massage. I was so loose and lubed up that he was able to pull all the way out and slam it all the way back in, toward the end there. He was moaning more than I was!
Interlude. Those two guys shot their loads into my mouth and ass within about thirty minutes of one another. They were the sum total of the pre-work crowd, I think. It was about 7 or 7:30 by now. The cleaning staff -- two Mexicans, only one of whom is kind of do-able -- showed up, turned all the lights on in the arcade, and started cleaning. This is the danger of arriving too early at my favorite bookstore. I went out into the main part of the store to wait until they finished. It took them about and hour or two before they got fully done.
Next was a blond-haired forty-something guy with acne pits on his face, and bright blue eyes. He invited me into a booth with him. He got up on his stool, laid back into the wall, and spread his legs wide so that I could eat his ass and balls while sucking his cock. When he came, I happened to have my mouth off of it (this doesn't usually happen -- twice in one day! bad cocksucker!) and it went all over my neck and shirt before I got it back into my mouth. He came a lot. He warned me about having some on my neck and I told him that I've been seen in public with cum in worse places than that before.
Next was a guy with a mean-looking face and a beer belly. Other than that, he was pretty hot, with strong arms and legs, a really masculine attitude. His cock was short, about five inches, but very fat, and it had a deliciously clean & tender foreskin that hugged the sides of the head, never covering the head itself. I like that in a foreskin. Also a constant dribble of pre-cum drool came out of the slit. A good cock for serious sucking. He was a real mouth-fucker, not giving me the opportunity to do any of the work myself. He fucked in and out, and also up and down, making me move my head around to keep up with where he was going. This particular gloryhole is more like a slot, about 7 inches up and down and three inches wide. He wallowed around and humped that wall deliriously, like it was a big fat whore, and my mouth just had to guess where his cock was going to be going next and meet him there. I tried to get him to fuck me in my ass but he actually left the stall when he saw my ass at the hole. I jumped out and followed him to the next gloryhole, where I finished him off, and never put my ass up to the hole. I don't know if he realized I was the same mouth that he had been fucking before, or not. When he came in my mouth (really right on the verge of my throat) he said, "Oh. Yes. God."
Next was a chubby blond guy that had a large Prince Albert piercing. These usually get in the way, but I was able to suck him off -- probably because his cock was so plump and pleasing. I managed to get him into my ass for a little while, but there was no way that was going to work. Prince Alberts, especially ones this large -- the ring gauge was about as thick as a pencil, strike me as the most annoying and least functional of all the piercings. He came in my mouth.
The sixth guy was another handsome black guy. This one's a regular here. He's either gay or bi (he watches gay movies), but I don't mind, because he is so hot, and because he seems to be a complete top. He looks like a slightly pudgy version of LL Cool J. He has fucked me once before through the gloryhole. His cock is enormous. It's at least five or six inches around -- kind of oval-shaped, flat on the top and bottom and fat on the sides -- and 8 or 9 inches long.
This day, I kept going into gloryhole booths and sticking my ass to the hole, hoping he would follow, but he didn't. When I was standing around outside, though, he would stand near me and fondle his cock.
Finally I went into a non-gloryhole booth, and he followed me in. I sucked it a while. I was able to take it all the way down! I hadn't expected to be able to get that thing all the way into my throat. Then I asked if he wanted to fuck me, and he did. I found it more difficult to take without the gloryhole between us. When there's a gloryhole involved, the bottom has a little bit of control. If the cock is coming on too hard, I can pull away a little bit, and he can't follow me because of the wall. That wasn't the case in the booth. He fucked the living daylights out of me, shoving it in so hard I couldn't breathe, and slamming it back out so hard I didn't want to. I hardly ever grunt and whine when I'm getting fucked, because I am such a loose, pussy-assed fag, but I swear I sounded like a teenage virgin. Toward the end, I shot a little bit of very runny, liquid shit out (I felt it spray my legs) and I was humiliated, but either he didn't notice or he didn't care. I tried to pull up and away, but he was all, "No, I'm cumming, wait, wait." After he came, he thanked me and left. I grabbed some paper towels to clean off my leg and the floor.
Next was a wiry construction-worker type guy with curly salt and pepper hair. His cock tasted sweet, weirdly. He came almost as soon as I got it in my mouth through the gloryhole.
Load number eight came from another pudgy trucker-type guy. This one had a fairly small cock. I liked the tattoos on his arms and neck. He had a goatee and a face shaped like an anvil. Came in my mouth through the gloryhole.
By now I'm getting overly excited because I'm within striking distance of my all-time record for taking loads in one day (15). I hardly ever get past five loads in one cruising day -- six or seven on a really good day. To have reached 8 so easily made me think maybe this is the day I beat my record. Every time a new guy came in, I'd say, "You're number nine, you're number nine, you're number nine."
I said this about a skinny, very handsome black-haired guy with thick matted chest and arm hair (the kind that goes down past the wrists), but by now it was noon, and there was a lot of competition. He went into a booth, immediately followed by one of the other queens hanging around.
Then a tubby but very cute and bearish tattooed guy came in. C. Everett Coop beard, big strong arms, fat gut, smiley face. I said, "You're number nine, you're number nine, you're number nine" to myself. But he disappeared in the crowd.
Then it just happened that the queen who had jumped into the booth beside my skinny, hairy guy came out. I guess they didn't like each other. I jumped in and squatted. He already had his cock out. Fairly long, nice big head, not completely hard. I sucked it a while, then he reached through the hole (this particular booth has a very large, square gloryhole) and grabbed my face in his hands. He positioned my face so that my chin was pushed all the way through the hole, and my forehead was all the way back, a weird and uncomfortable angle. But it also happened to the the angle that allowed him to stick his cock straight down my throat with no problems. Which he did. He fucked his load into me quickly after that, just two or three strokes directly into my breathing-hole.
I stayed on my knees when he left, and who should appear but the tubby bearish tattooed guy. He just came directly into the door, pulled his cock out and shoved it through, no questions asked. He had a very small, very hard little cock -- about four inches long, fairly thin, hard as a piece of silverware. I enjoyed sucking it, especially because I knew that he knew that I had just finished up the guy in "line" in front of him. So instead of number nine, he was number ten. Didn't take him long.
I walked around a bit after that. I sucked off one more tubby guy -- went into a booth with him. He had a very bulbous belly and no belly button. He said, "I'm going to fill you up." Just as he was cumming, I got a cramp in my foot (I was on my knees, my feet were bent back on themselves, I was wearing flip-flops) but I managed to gobble down load number eleven in that state.
I walked around for hours after that. Nothing much showed up. The place died after lunch. Now, I distinctly remember thinking that I had done 13 guys, but all I can remember here is 11. Either way, I didn't make my record! Still, thirteen loads, or even eleven loads, is a lot of loads for one slut in one day, I think anybody would agree. Wouldn't you agree?
I hope before I get too old to attract good cock that I can someday suck 20 in one day. That's my current goal.
The first was a blond guy with a large curvy dick. He looked to be in his early thirties -- Little League coach type of a guy. The head was especially large, but the whole thing was large. It curved to my right (his left). I sucked it through the gloryhole, and put it in my ass for a little while, but it didn't stay hard in my ass, so I sucked some more. I got him off with my mouth, mostly, but unfortunately I had just pulled off to think about putting it in my ass again when he came. A lot of his cum went into my hand. I put my mouth back on it and took the rest, then wiped the cum on my hand onto my asshole, for lube for later cocks.
Next was a very handsome, clean black guy in a button-down shirt and business slacks. He had one of those dicks that turns completely to the side -- I have only encountered two of those in my life, but apparently they are a thing. Starts normally-oriented at the base, but then twists on its own axis as it goes out until the head is 90 degrees from normal, even though the cock itself is straight as a stick.
Despite that one weirdness, it was a fairly substantial cock, maybe 8 or 9 inches long, two or three wide. I sucked him for a while through the gloryhole, then put my ass to the hole and managed to get him into me. He fucked into me for a while then pulled out. I'm always afraid I will lose them at that point -- that they are freaking out for the anal play -- so I jumped down into a squat and started licking my lips at the hole. He, indeed, had been putting his cock back into his pants, but decided to give me another taste.
After sucking it for a little while more, I still wanted it in my ass very badly. It just felt like the kind of cock that needed to go into my ass. Good cocks for ass tend to be tender to the touch, and fat and long, of course, and more sensitive than the normal kind. When you lick the sides, you can feel the man shiver. That's how you know that this will be a good cock for ass. This was definitely a good cock for ass.
I tried it again, and this time he fucked me until he came. I turned and squatted again and he told me to "clean it off," which I did. He stayed hard, so I sucked on it for a while longer. Which turned into a long while longer. So then, what the hell, I put it back into my ass again, and he fucked another load into me -- taking much longer, but really giving my prostate a solid massage. I was so loose and lubed up that he was able to pull all the way out and slam it all the way back in, toward the end there. He was moaning more than I was!
Interlude. Those two guys shot their loads into my mouth and ass within about thirty minutes of one another. They were the sum total of the pre-work crowd, I think. It was about 7 or 7:30 by now. The cleaning staff -- two Mexicans, only one of whom is kind of do-able -- showed up, turned all the lights on in the arcade, and started cleaning. This is the danger of arriving too early at my favorite bookstore. I went out into the main part of the store to wait until they finished. It took them about and hour or two before they got fully done.
Next was a blond-haired forty-something guy with acne pits on his face, and bright blue eyes. He invited me into a booth with him. He got up on his stool, laid back into the wall, and spread his legs wide so that I could eat his ass and balls while sucking his cock. When he came, I happened to have my mouth off of it (this doesn't usually happen -- twice in one day! bad cocksucker!) and it went all over my neck and shirt before I got it back into my mouth. He came a lot. He warned me about having some on my neck and I told him that I've been seen in public with cum in worse places than that before.
Next was a guy with a mean-looking face and a beer belly. Other than that, he was pretty hot, with strong arms and legs, a really masculine attitude. His cock was short, about five inches, but very fat, and it had a deliciously clean & tender foreskin that hugged the sides of the head, never covering the head itself. I like that in a foreskin. Also a constant dribble of pre-cum drool came out of the slit. A good cock for serious sucking. He was a real mouth-fucker, not giving me the opportunity to do any of the work myself. He fucked in and out, and also up and down, making me move my head around to keep up with where he was going. This particular gloryhole is more like a slot, about 7 inches up and down and three inches wide. He wallowed around and humped that wall deliriously, like it was a big fat whore, and my mouth just had to guess where his cock was going to be going next and meet him there. I tried to get him to fuck me in my ass but he actually left the stall when he saw my ass at the hole. I jumped out and followed him to the next gloryhole, where I finished him off, and never put my ass up to the hole. I don't know if he realized I was the same mouth that he had been fucking before, or not. When he came in my mouth (really right on the verge of my throat) he said, "Oh. Yes. God."
Next was a chubby blond guy that had a large Prince Albert piercing. These usually get in the way, but I was able to suck him off -- probably because his cock was so plump and pleasing. I managed to get him into my ass for a little while, but there was no way that was going to work. Prince Alberts, especially ones this large -- the ring gauge was about as thick as a pencil, strike me as the most annoying and least functional of all the piercings. He came in my mouth.
The sixth guy was another handsome black guy. This one's a regular here. He's either gay or bi (he watches gay movies), but I don't mind, because he is so hot, and because he seems to be a complete top. He looks like a slightly pudgy version of LL Cool J. He has fucked me once before through the gloryhole. His cock is enormous. It's at least five or six inches around -- kind of oval-shaped, flat on the top and bottom and fat on the sides -- and 8 or 9 inches long.
This day, I kept going into gloryhole booths and sticking my ass to the hole, hoping he would follow, but he didn't. When I was standing around outside, though, he would stand near me and fondle his cock.
Finally I went into a non-gloryhole booth, and he followed me in. I sucked it a while. I was able to take it all the way down! I hadn't expected to be able to get that thing all the way into my throat. Then I asked if he wanted to fuck me, and he did. I found it more difficult to take without the gloryhole between us. When there's a gloryhole involved, the bottom has a little bit of control. If the cock is coming on too hard, I can pull away a little bit, and he can't follow me because of the wall. That wasn't the case in the booth. He fucked the living daylights out of me, shoving it in so hard I couldn't breathe, and slamming it back out so hard I didn't want to. I hardly ever grunt and whine when I'm getting fucked, because I am such a loose, pussy-assed fag, but I swear I sounded like a teenage virgin. Toward the end, I shot a little bit of very runny, liquid shit out (I felt it spray my legs) and I was humiliated, but either he didn't notice or he didn't care. I tried to pull up and away, but he was all, "No, I'm cumming, wait, wait." After he came, he thanked me and left. I grabbed some paper towels to clean off my leg and the floor.
Next was a wiry construction-worker type guy with curly salt and pepper hair. His cock tasted sweet, weirdly. He came almost as soon as I got it in my mouth through the gloryhole.
Load number eight came from another pudgy trucker-type guy. This one had a fairly small cock. I liked the tattoos on his arms and neck. He had a goatee and a face shaped like an anvil. Came in my mouth through the gloryhole.
By now I'm getting overly excited because I'm within striking distance of my all-time record for taking loads in one day (15). I hardly ever get past five loads in one cruising day -- six or seven on a really good day. To have reached 8 so easily made me think maybe this is the day I beat my record. Every time a new guy came in, I'd say, "You're number nine, you're number nine, you're number nine."
I said this about a skinny, very handsome black-haired guy with thick matted chest and arm hair (the kind that goes down past the wrists), but by now it was noon, and there was a lot of competition. He went into a booth, immediately followed by one of the other queens hanging around.
Then a tubby but very cute and bearish tattooed guy came in. C. Everett Coop beard, big strong arms, fat gut, smiley face. I said, "You're number nine, you're number nine, you're number nine" to myself. But he disappeared in the crowd.
Then it just happened that the queen who had jumped into the booth beside my skinny, hairy guy came out. I guess they didn't like each other. I jumped in and squatted. He already had his cock out. Fairly long, nice big head, not completely hard. I sucked it a while, then he reached through the hole (this particular booth has a very large, square gloryhole) and grabbed my face in his hands. He positioned my face so that my chin was pushed all the way through the hole, and my forehead was all the way back, a weird and uncomfortable angle. But it also happened to the the angle that allowed him to stick his cock straight down my throat with no problems. Which he did. He fucked his load into me quickly after that, just two or three strokes directly into my breathing-hole.
I stayed on my knees when he left, and who should appear but the tubby bearish tattooed guy. He just came directly into the door, pulled his cock out and shoved it through, no questions asked. He had a very small, very hard little cock -- about four inches long, fairly thin, hard as a piece of silverware. I enjoyed sucking it, especially because I knew that he knew that I had just finished up the guy in "line" in front of him. So instead of number nine, he was number ten. Didn't take him long.
I walked around a bit after that. I sucked off one more tubby guy -- went into a booth with him. He had a very bulbous belly and no belly button. He said, "I'm going to fill you up." Just as he was cumming, I got a cramp in my foot (I was on my knees, my feet were bent back on themselves, I was wearing flip-flops) but I managed to gobble down load number eleven in that state.
I walked around for hours after that. Nothing much showed up. The place died after lunch. Now, I distinctly remember thinking that I had done 13 guys, but all I can remember here is 11. Either way, I didn't make my record! Still, thirteen loads, or even eleven loads, is a lot of loads for one slut in one day, I think anybody would agree. Wouldn't you agree?
I hope before I get too old to attract good cock that I can someday suck 20 in one day. That's my current goal.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Golf Dad, BBC, talkative throat-fucker, and Golf Dad again (and again)
Yesterday I cruised all day and only got one cock, one of my regulars. He is an older, handsome guy who has gone a little pear-shaped. He looks like a doctor or lawyer, somebody's dad. This day he was wearing a cap that said "Golf Dad" on it, so that's what I'll call him from now on. He's the one who sticks his cock through the gloryhole and waits for somebody, anybody, to suck it. He doesn't like any real mouth action -- just wants you to hold your mouth slack like a pussy while he gently fucks into it. Remember that guy? I've sucked him off maybe fifty or sixty times over the years, probably given him more orgasms than his wife (he has a wedding ring).
Anyway, I had just about given up on sucking any cock yesterday -- had been to all the bookstores. I was out at Showboat, which is in Louisville, a place I hardly ever go, and he showed up. He had been in a gloryhole booth, obviously fruitlessly. As soon as he saw me, he obviously recognized me as one of his cocksuckers. He went into a booth and left the door open (there are only a couple of gloryholes at Showboat, and they were both occupied, at least on one side or another). I followed him in there. Given the way he likes to be sucked -- just fucking gently into a passive mouth -- a gloryhole is really a much better way to service him. It was awkward without the wall between us. He eventually sat down and I just held my mouth on his cock while he tensed and untensed his butt muscles, which was apparently enough friction to make him cum.
That was yesterday.
The first load I took today was from a very big black cock that fucked me through the gloryhole at the bookstore in Indiana. Seemed like he took an hour or two! Probably just twenty or thirty minutes. It was huge. He had one of those cocks that is as thick as a wrist -- and similarly shaped, sort of oval. At least ten inches long. He fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked, all the way in and all the way out. Once he realized that he could take it all the way out and still get it back in easily, he really pounded me hard. I held on for dear life! Actually, after the first ten minutes or so, I was sloppy enough to be able to push back with every thrust. We had a nice back and forth rhythm working between us. He was wearing a condom, but after he came, he let me take the condom and keep it. He sort of demanded that I take it and keep it, actually, wordlessly: he presented his cock through the hole, still wearing the condom, and waited there until I took it off of him. I ate the load out of the condom, and then spit a little bit of it out onto my hand and rubbed it into my asspussy.
Right now, as I am writing this, I still feel that fuck, like when you come out of the ocean and you still feel the waves around you. My Ass Is Jelly right now! When I sit I feel squishy!
Next was a talkative white guy in a striped shirt. "You like that, don't you?" I went into the booth with him. Forced his cock all the way down my throat (it wasn't that large, and I took it easily, but it wasn't my idea to do so when it happened) and shot his load, just like that. He said, "That didn't take long."
Golf dad showed up again today! I sucked him again, this time through a gloryhole! I love to suck Golf Dad! This time, after he came, he stayed in the booth, and I went and made a few circuits. When I went to check back up on him, he stuck his cock through the hole again, and I took another load off of him!
Anyway, I had just about given up on sucking any cock yesterday -- had been to all the bookstores. I was out at Showboat, which is in Louisville, a place I hardly ever go, and he showed up. He had been in a gloryhole booth, obviously fruitlessly. As soon as he saw me, he obviously recognized me as one of his cocksuckers. He went into a booth and left the door open (there are only a couple of gloryholes at Showboat, and they were both occupied, at least on one side or another). I followed him in there. Given the way he likes to be sucked -- just fucking gently into a passive mouth -- a gloryhole is really a much better way to service him. It was awkward without the wall between us. He eventually sat down and I just held my mouth on his cock while he tensed and untensed his butt muscles, which was apparently enough friction to make him cum.
That was yesterday.
The first load I took today was from a very big black cock that fucked me through the gloryhole at the bookstore in Indiana. Seemed like he took an hour or two! Probably just twenty or thirty minutes. It was huge. He had one of those cocks that is as thick as a wrist -- and similarly shaped, sort of oval. At least ten inches long. He fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked, all the way in and all the way out. Once he realized that he could take it all the way out and still get it back in easily, he really pounded me hard. I held on for dear life! Actually, after the first ten minutes or so, I was sloppy enough to be able to push back with every thrust. We had a nice back and forth rhythm working between us. He was wearing a condom, but after he came, he let me take the condom and keep it. He sort of demanded that I take it and keep it, actually, wordlessly: he presented his cock through the hole, still wearing the condom, and waited there until I took it off of him. I ate the load out of the condom, and then spit a little bit of it out onto my hand and rubbed it into my asspussy.
Right now, as I am writing this, I still feel that fuck, like when you come out of the ocean and you still feel the waves around you. My Ass Is Jelly right now! When I sit I feel squishy!
Next was a talkative white guy in a striped shirt. "You like that, don't you?" I went into the booth with him. Forced his cock all the way down my throat (it wasn't that large, and I took it easily, but it wasn't my idea to do so when it happened) and shot his load, just like that. He said, "That didn't take long."
Golf dad showed up again today! I sucked him again, this time through a gloryhole! I love to suck Golf Dad! This time, after he came, he stayed in the booth, and I went and made a few circuits. When I went to check back up on him, he stuck his cock through the hole again, and I took another load off of him!
7 Cocks, including my first blog fan blowjob, and now we're caught up!
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