Not Writing About Craigslist Tricks Anymore

The problem with writing about Craigslist tricks is that they sometimes find the blog and recognize themselves. This makes some number of them not want to mess around with me anymore:

1. They think of themselves as "on the downlow" and knowing that I am writing about my experiences -- even though nobody else in the world would recognize them from my description -- freaks them out. "On the downlow" is about not leaving any trace or track in the real world, as if the thing you did with the fag never happened: for some of these guys, that's part of the sexiness of it.

2. They "didn't realize" that I was taking so much other cock until they read the blog, and are afraid to mess around with such a slut. I'm, like, dude, within two minutes of meeting me you had your cock up my ass, within ten minutes you were giving me your load, and then you left -- and you're surprised I'm a slut? But whatever. If it bothers them enough to make them deny me their dick, then it doesn't matter if they're being irrational or not -- all that matters is that I get their dick.

I'll continue to post about bookstore tricks because those are fair game -- they're in a semi-public place, and they're much less likely to find this blog anyway.

I will tell you that last Thursday I got three Craigslist tricks, and all three fucked my ass (one with a condom so he probably doesn't count).

Ugly Older Arabic Guy Fucked Me Like a Bitch

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

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

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

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

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

I hope I see that ugly fucker again!

Girl Tells Her Boyfriend to Fuck Me Through Gloryhole

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Three skinheads and one dude who had hair

Shaved heads are very popular in Louisville during the summer. Of the four guys I got on the date I'm writing about now (I don't know what the date was -- probably late August), three of them had shaved heads. I don't think they are technically "skinheads," because that's a much more specific thing, but I like to call them skinheads anyway.

The first one, I don't much remember. I remember that I was at the usual adult bookstore. That's only because I remember the guys in the notes after this one. Anyway, here is the note I made:

-- bald guy in pale blue shorts very thick cock.

You will notice that I don't mention how I got him off, whether it was through the gloryhole, or not, or whether he fucked my ass or my mouth or what. I wish I took better notes. Sorry. I just don't remember this one.

The second one, I do remember:

-- one of my regulars

This guy is a short, skinny dude with a beard who has fucked me in the ass a few times. The first time we ever got together was in the restroom at this same adult bookstore. Another time, he actually came to my house after answering a craigslist ad, and recognized me when I opened the door. This time, he fucked my ass for a little while through the gloryhole, then left the stall. I followed him to another gloryhole stall, and sucked him off. I think my ass was "off" that day. There are days when everybody wants to get into my ass, and days when nobody does. In this case, I had two different guys fuck my ass for a while but then cum in my mouth -- more on that later -- so maybe it was too loose and too gushy or something. It happens. I don't know!

Anyway, that was the one with hair on his head. Everybody else I got that day was bald.

The third one:

-- Big skinhead in restroom

This was, as mentioned, a big, very muscular, thick blue collar guy, who I sucked off in the restroom (I don't usually get guys in the restroom there -- it's risky, they might throw me out for good if they thought I was doing that) but when it happens, it happens. I noticed him at the urinal when I came into the restroom, but there was another guy at the urinal beside him, an older man, so I didn't make a move. The way this restroom works, you walk directly in and there are urinals along the wall on your left, then you turn right at roughly the same place where the urinals end and there's a doorless toilet stall at right angles from the last urinal. I sat on the toilet stall. I heard the two guys at the urinal whispering. I think the old guy was trying to talk the shaved-head guy into going to the arcades. Once I heard the door shut, I assumed that they had both left together, but when I came around the corner I saw that the bluecollar guy was still standing at the urinal. I made eye contact and went back to the toilet. He followed me immediately, cock hanging out of his pants, and just put it in my mouth, no questions asked. His cock was thin and short, but very sensitive and tasty, and he skull fucked it so hard into my throat that I thought my jaw would pop open.

He turned out to be a regular, later -- more on that shortly.

The fourth guy, another skinhead-type:

-- young bald guy who takes forever to cum (a regular)

This is a 20-something very athletic-looking jock-type guy who comes in fairly frequently to get his dick sucked. He isn't picky: whoever gets him gets him, and I've seen some nasty old bitches get him. Soon as he came in, I got behind him and followed him to a gloryhole stall, shooting evil looks to left and right to ward of any cockblocking interference. I got him! This is maybe the third time, out of about ten times I've seen him there. He's got a nice, long, thick, uncut dick that he likes to fuck in and out of the gloryhole, without any bearing on what you're holding up to the hole to catch it. First I had my mouth there, then I took my mouth off (he continued to fuck the air) and put my ass up to it. He didn't miss a stroke. He did, however, get soft after fucking my ass for a while. I went back to my mouth on the hole. When he came, he was buried deep, deep, deep into my throat. I felt every detail of his cockhead flaring inside there, though, my throat muscles were that sensitive. I could have drawn a picture of it based on the impressions in my throat nerves alone.

Two totally straight guys -- quick cummers

It's been a long time since I've posted, but I have been taking a lot of cock, and taking a lot of notes. Looking back on the notes, what's embarrassing to me (and also a little tittilating) is how many guys I've gotten off that I completely forgot about afterwards. Some of them I can vaguely remember after I see the note, but I never would have remembered without it. Some of them, even with the note, I have no idea what happened or what I was talking about. Usually this was when I was in a frenzy, getting lots of cock, and they all just blur into one in my memory. In the past month alone, I've gotten 39 loads to shoot from about 36 men, according to my notes -- more men than most bitches -- even most slutty bitches! -- have sex with in a whole year. I wouldn't even know this fact if I hadn't been jotting down notes after every load I inspire -- (as long as they cum because of having their dick in my mouth or my ass, I count it, even if they don't give me the load) -- otherwise, I'd probably think I get about half the amount of cock that I actually get.

I'll try my best to remember every cock that I've written down in my notes, and tell you what happened, but in some cases I'll just have to copy the note that I made immediately after getting the guy off, and let that be that, because I have no idea what I was talking about when I wrote that note.

You should also be aware that if I suck a guy, or if he fucks me, and he doesn't cum, I don't count that as "having sex," so it doesn't go into my notes. If you are looking to account for how much of a slut I am, you can add another 30% to my sex totals if you count guys who don't cum as having had sex with me.

So, getting on with it.

Most of my notes are undated. I'm going to try to fix that going forward. I have made little marks between days, so I know which guys fell together on a particular day. I will try to go through day by day and catch up on all my cocks. Expect a lot of blogging until I catch up! There were a lot of really hot guys and really hot things that happened. This much I remember!

So here are my notes for the first day since my last post:

-- Tubby skinhead took forever to pick movie but came quickly.

I remember waiting and waiting and waiting at the gloryhole for this guy. It was one of those situations where you're not sure if he's actually cruising. He kept changing the movie and grabbing his crotch, but he didn't take his cock out until right before he let me suck it. I had almost given up on him. The only thing that kept me there was that he only stopped at the straight movies, and skipped over the gay ones quickly. Also, he would look down at the hole from time to time to make sure I was still watching. Finally, he stuck it through and I sucked it and it came almost as soon as my mouth got on it. That's what I remember, and I probably only remember all of that because I emphasized the long wait in the note that I made right afterwards. I don't really remember what he looked like, I don't remember his cock. I just know that I sucked it and that he had a sweet load that I loved eating.

-- Scruffy black haired guy played with my tits and came very quickly.

I remember this guy a little bit more. He was a skinny trucker-type (which is opposed to the much more common fat trucker-type): black hair, uncombed under a nylon baseball cap, red plaid shirt, hadn't shaved, or probably had a shower, in a while. I went into the stall with him and dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth, but it didn't get hard right away. One of the more shameful things that I like to do with a man who is obviously "really" straight is hike my shirt up over my head and play with my big fat man-boobs. If I pull them tight together into my hands they look a lot like a girl's tits. There are certain guys who really, really, really get off on this -- and this guy turned out to be one of them. He immediately got hard as soon as I started playing with my tits. He didn't grab them the way some guys do, but he did put his hand down, like it was by accident, and let his pinky brush my nipple. At the same time he did that, he also sharply breathed in and came. As you might expect, I liked it.

I should mention that I'm not a transexual or a CD or anything, but I can act a little effeminate if that's what it takes to get a man excited, and do especially love it when my tits get a man off. It "proves" that he's thinking of women while using me, and I've always liked that idea, that I'm just a replacement for what he really wants, that he just happens to be horny enough to be willing to use me.

Fucked up? Probably. Whatever. It gets you hard reading about this. Don't lie.

August 12: Two in my Mouth, Two in My Ass

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Last Wednesday I Made at Least 11 Guys Cum

Last Wednesday I sucked cock from about 6:30 am to about 2:00 pm at the adult bookstore. Almost an eight hour work day! I counted the loads as I went, but I didn't take notes. I was too busy! I hope I remember them all. I will try! If the following post doesn't include 13 guys (11 in my mouth, two in my ass), that means I either miscounted while working the gloryhole, or I have forgotten some of them. Let's see ...

The first was a blond guy with a large curvy dick. He looked to be in his early thirties -- Little League coach type of a guy. The head was especially large, but the whole thing was large. It curved to my right (his left). I sucked it through the gloryhole, and put it in my ass for a little while, but it didn't stay hard in my ass, so I sucked some more. I got him off with my mouth, mostly, but unfortunately I had just pulled off to think about putting it in my ass again when he came. A lot of his cum went into my hand. I put my mouth back on it and took the rest, then wiped the cum on my hand onto my asshole, for lube for later cocks.

Next was a very handsome, clean black guy in a button-down shirt and business slacks. He had one of those dicks that turns completely to the side -- I have only encountered two of those in my life, but apparently they are a thing. Starts normally-oriented at the base, but then twists on its own axis as it goes out until the head is 90 degrees from normal, even though the cock itself is straight as a stick.

Despite that one weirdness, it was a fairly substantial cock, maybe 8 or 9 inches long, two or three wide. I sucked him for a while through the gloryhole, then put my ass to the hole and managed to get him into me. He fucked into me for a while then pulled out. I'm always afraid I will lose them at that point -- that they are freaking out for the anal play -- so I jumped down into a squat and started licking my lips at the hole. He, indeed, had been putting his cock back into his pants, but decided to give me another taste.

After sucking it for a little while more, I still wanted it in my ass very badly. It just felt like the kind of cock that needed to go into my ass. Good cocks for ass tend to be tender to the touch, and fat and long, of course, and more sensitive than the normal kind. When you lick the sides, you can feel the man shiver. That's how you know that this will be a good cock for ass. This was definitely a good cock for ass.

I tried it again, and this time he fucked me until he came. I turned and squatted again and he told me to "clean it off," which I did. He stayed hard, so I sucked on it for a while longer. Which turned into a long while longer. So then, what the hell, I put it back into my ass again, and he fucked another load into me -- taking much longer, but really giving my prostate a solid massage. I was so loose and lubed up that he was able to pull all the way out and slam it all the way back in, toward the end there. He was moaning more than I was!

Interlude. Those two guys shot their loads into my mouth and ass within about thirty minutes of one another. They were the sum total of the pre-work crowd, I think. It was about 7 or 7:30 by now. The cleaning staff -- two Mexicans, only one of whom is kind of do-able -- showed up, turned all the lights on in the arcade, and started cleaning. This is the danger of arriving too early at my favorite bookstore. I went out into the main part of the store to wait until they finished. It took them about and hour or two before they got fully done.

Next was a blond-haired forty-something guy with acne pits on his face, and bright blue eyes. He invited me into a booth with him. He got up on his stool, laid back into the wall, and spread his legs wide so that I could eat his ass and balls while sucking his cock. When he came, I happened to have my mouth off of it (this doesn't usually happen -- twice in one day! bad cocksucker!) and it went all over my neck and shirt before I got it back into my mouth. He came a lot. He warned me about having some on my neck and I told him that I've been seen in public with cum in worse places than that before.

Next was a guy with a mean-looking face and a beer belly. Other than that, he was pretty hot, with strong arms and legs, a really masculine attitude. His cock was short, about five inches, but very fat, and it had a deliciously clean & tender foreskin that hugged the sides of the head, never covering the head itself. I like that in a foreskin. Also a constant dribble of pre-cum drool came out of the slit. A good cock for serious sucking. He was a real mouth-fucker, not giving me the opportunity to do any of the work myself. He fucked in and out, and also up and down, making me move my head around to keep up with where he was going. This particular gloryhole is more like a slot, about 7 inches up and down and three inches wide. He wallowed around and humped that wall deliriously, like it was a big fat whore, and my mouth just had to guess where his cock was going to be going next and meet him there. I tried to get him to fuck me in my ass but he actually left the stall when he saw my ass at the hole. I jumped out and followed him to the next gloryhole, where I finished him off, and never put my ass up to the hole. I don't know if he realized I was the same mouth that he had been fucking before, or not. When he came in my mouth (really right on the verge of my throat) he said, "Oh. Yes. God."

Next was a chubby blond guy that had a large Prince Albert piercing. These usually get in the way, but I was able to suck him off -- probably because his cock was so plump and pleasing. I managed to get him into my ass for a little while, but there was no way that was going to work. Prince Alberts, especially ones this large -- the ring gauge was about as thick as a pencil, strike me as the most annoying and least functional of all the piercings. He came in my mouth.

The sixth guy was another handsome black guy. This one's a regular here. He's either gay or bi (he watches gay movies), but I don't mind, because he is so hot, and because he seems to be a complete top. He looks like a slightly pudgy version of LL Cool J. He has fucked me once before through the gloryhole. His cock is enormous. It's at least five or six inches around -- kind of oval-shaped, flat on the top and bottom and fat on the sides -- and 8 or 9 inches long.

This day, I kept going into gloryhole booths and sticking my ass to the hole, hoping he would follow, but he didn't. When I was standing around outside, though, he would stand near me and fondle his cock.

Finally I went into a non-gloryhole booth, and he followed me in. I sucked it a while. I was able to take it all the way down! I hadn't expected to be able to get that thing all the way into my throat. Then I asked if he wanted to fuck me, and he did. I found it more difficult to take without the gloryhole between us. When there's a gloryhole involved, the bottom has a little bit of control. If the cock is coming on too hard, I can pull away a little bit, and he can't follow me because of the wall. That wasn't the case in the booth. He fucked the living daylights out of me, shoving it in so hard I couldn't breathe, and slamming it back out so hard I didn't want to. I hardly ever grunt and whine when I'm getting fucked, because I am such a loose, pussy-assed fag, but I swear I sounded like a teenage virgin. Toward the end, I shot a little bit of very runny, liquid shit out (I felt it spray my legs) and I was humiliated, but either he didn't notice or he didn't care. I tried to pull up and away, but he was all, "No, I'm cumming, wait, wait." After he came, he thanked me and left. I grabbed some paper towels to clean off my leg and the floor.

Next was a wiry construction-worker type guy with curly salt and pepper hair. His cock tasted sweet, weirdly. He came almost as soon as I got it in my mouth through the gloryhole.

Load number eight came from another pudgy trucker-type guy. This one had a fairly small cock. I liked the tattoos on his arms and neck. He had a goatee and a face shaped like an anvil. Came in my mouth through the gloryhole.

By now I'm getting overly excited because I'm within striking distance of my all-time record for taking loads in one day (15). I hardly ever get past five loads in one cruising day -- six or seven on a really good day. To have reached 8 so easily made me think maybe this is the day I beat my record. Every time a new guy came in, I'd say, "You're number nine, you're number nine, you're number nine."

I said this about a skinny, very handsome black-haired guy with thick matted chest and arm hair (the kind that goes down past the wrists), but by now it was noon, and there was a lot of competition. He went into a booth, immediately followed by one of the other queens hanging around.

Then a tubby but very cute and bearish tattooed guy came in. C. Everett Coop beard, big strong arms, fat gut, smiley face. I said, "You're number nine, you're number nine, you're number nine" to myself. But he disappeared in the crowd.

Then it just happened that the queen who had jumped into the booth beside my skinny, hairy guy came out. I guess they didn't like each other. I jumped in and squatted. He already had his cock out. Fairly long, nice big head, not completely hard. I sucked it a while, then he reached through the hole (this particular booth has a very large, square gloryhole) and grabbed my face in his hands. He positioned my face so that my chin was pushed all the way through the hole, and my forehead was all the way back, a weird and uncomfortable angle. But it also happened to the the angle that allowed him to stick his cock straight down my throat with no problems. Which he did. He fucked his load into me quickly after that, just two or three strokes directly into my breathing-hole.

I stayed on my knees when he left, and who should appear but the tubby bearish tattooed guy. He just came directly into the door, pulled his cock out and shoved it through, no questions asked. He had a very small, very hard little cock -- about four inches long, fairly thin, hard as a piece of silverware. I enjoyed sucking it, especially because I knew that he knew that I had just finished up the guy in "line" in front of him. So instead of number nine, he was number ten. Didn't take him long.

I walked around a bit after that. I sucked off one more tubby guy -- went into a booth with him. He had a very bulbous belly and no belly button. He said, "I'm going to fill you up." Just as he was cumming, I got a cramp in my foot (I was on my knees, my feet were bent back on themselves, I was wearing flip-flops) but I managed to gobble down load number eleven in that state.

I walked around for hours after that. Nothing much showed up. The place died after lunch. Now, I distinctly remember thinking that I had done 13 guys, but all I can remember here is 11. Either way, I didn't make my record! Still, thirteen loads, or even eleven loads, is a lot of loads for one slut in one day, I think anybody would agree. Wouldn't you agree?

I hope before I get too old to attract good cock that I can someday suck 20 in one day. That's my current goal.

2/10: trucker jesus with a pierced cock, and tubby black guy

On 2/10 I went into a booth with a trucker with long Jesus hair and a pierced cock. It was pierced on the bottom, longways along the urethra. I've never seen that. I think it's probably a straight man's piercing (it would obviously rub a clit very nicely) as opposed to the kinds of piercings that gay men get (all around the head, trying to get to the prostate). I sucked him briefly, asked if he wanted to fuck me. He did! He started shaking as soon as I asked him. He really seemed to enjoy it. Kept his hands along the sides of my belly, and rubbed and slapped me. He took about five seconds to cum

This next note is really embarrassing, because I completely do not remember this happening, so I will just leave it as is:

"Tubby black guy started thru hole went to his booth -- came in my mouth."

After I get caught up from my past notes, I promise not to wait so long to blog in the future! This is exactly the reason I started blogging -- I take so much cock that I forget a few of them, and if I forget them, I might as well have never done it! Sorry, guys.

Final cock of 2/6: sweet, cocky redneck

The last cock I got on 2/6/2012 was a thin guy with a goatee, kind of a Justin Timberlake look about him, but thoroughly "country" as they say down here.

I sucked his thin, average-length cock for a while, and then asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He enthusiastically said, "Yes." I turned around, stuck my butt to the hole (this was one of the huge gloryholes, square in shape, about 7 inches on each side, that are in the middle row of booths at this bookstore). I waited and waited and waited. Finally I gave up, squatted down, turned around. "You stick that big ol' butt back up there and spread'em," he said. But I noticed that he was putting a condom on.

"You gotta let me have the condom after," I said.

"Sure, fine."

He fucked me, came in the condom, handed it to me, then watched me stick the whole thing in my mouth. Gave me a thumbs up and left.

He may or may not have been the guy who tried to fuck me in the bathroom one time earlier. I would think it was definitely him, except that that guy didn't have any need for a condom, and was also completely fearless when it came to bodily fluids (he wiped my ass with toilet paper before sticking his cock in, dabbing at the santorum as thoroughly as a nursemaid -- I kept saying "I'm sorry," and he mumbled, "Ain't no problem."). So probably not the same guy.

2/6 was a good day for this slut! Sorry it took me so long to get the story out!

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

So continuing the story from my last post.

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

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

That night was a very hot night.

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

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

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

First Time I Took It Up the Ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just broke his grip and left the restroom.

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

Two Fat Guys Last Night -- One Black, One White

I'm not a chubby chaser, but I don't mind fat guys as long as they're masculine. Especially if there's nothing else around. I'm able to lower my standards pretty low when I have to. This gives me a little bit of an advantage over a lot of the cocksuckers at the ABS who aren't interested in fat guys. Often when I first arrive, there will be a lonely cute fat guy who has been waiting quite some time for a blowjob. This is usually the first one I suck when I get there.

That's what happened yesterday. He was a white guy with a shaved head and a thin little straight cock and a whole lot of himself standing on two feet. His fat wasn't the soft, dimpled kind -- he was all hard and round all around. I sucked him through the hole for a little while, then put my ass up to the hole for a bit. He fucked my ass and kept whispering to himself. "Oh God, oh God, oh God." Then he pulled away. I dropped down to check through the hole and he was sitting on his stool playing with himself -- he hadn't cum. That's one sign you're dealing with an actual straight guy. They've been trained by women not to cum inside their mouths or asses or pussies. Whatever. I motioned to the hole, and finally convinced him to stick his dick back through. I let him fuck my face for a while (the "Oh God, oh God, oh God" started back up, in time to his thrusts), and eventually he shot a load into my throat. His cock wasn't big enough to break the gag point, but he was poised right there on the edge of it, so I didn't have to taste the jizz. It's not that I mind the taste of jizz, but I love the feeling of having it pumped directly into me like I'm an automobile getting filled up -- an automobile that runs on jizz!

The next guy I sucked was a fat black guy. He came into the booth with me. His uncut dick smelled of sweat and old jizz and dirty cunt. I'm not kidding. Each smell (and taste) was very clear to me. He kept his hand on the back of my neck to make sure I took his load. His dick wasn't big enough to hit my throat at all, so he flooded my mouth with his dirty-tasting jizz. I felt like such a filthy whore because of how dirty his dick was, and how I sucked it without hesitation. He tapped me on the shoulder after he came and said, "Thanks." Like I wouldn't have noticed that he had cum.

I hope I get some better cock tonight.

Wide-Faced Older Brown Guy

Went to the ABS in Indiana again tonight -- nobody much there. When I first got there, I sucked off a guy I found on the other side of one of the gloryholes. He was older than me (probably late 50s), with a wide face and dark skin. Maybe American Indian, maybe an Arab, maybe Mexican. He fucked his nut into my mouth rhythmically and efficiently, with no wasted effort, grunted when he came.

After that I spent a few hours waiting, waiting, waiting. Nothing. Now I'm home typing this for you.

I've Sucked 3 More Since Last Post

Renovation at the ABS in Indiana is complete. You'll be happy to know that after replacing the old TVs with new TVs (and getting rid of the gloryholes in the process), they went back in and put the gloryholes back in -- larger, in some cases. I don't know why they got rid of them while putting the new TVs in. Weird.

I kind of miss the old gloryholes -- the ones that were there until about a month ago. Those were the exact gloryholes I've been taking cock through for more than two decades. I had my sentimental memories, you know? Silly, but true.

This is the second time in as many months that they've gotten rid of all the gloryholes then put them back. The first time it happened, "straight guy needing a blowjob" traffic died down immediately and didn't come back for a while. We're still in the "died down" phase right now. Lots of cocksuckers hanging out, but very few cocks. Accordingly, my standards are still a little lower than usual.

The first guy I want to tell you about was middle-aged, black haired, walked with a limp, had a very big, nice cock that pointed hard to his left, and banged his head on the wall on the other side when he came. He was the only guy I got off that night, though I did mess around with a few others who didn't cum.

Generally, if a guy doesn't cum, I don't count him as having had sex with me.

That was, I think, this past Wednesday.

Last night, I sucked two cocks. On Friday and Saturday nights at this place there's usually a number of straight couples who stop by and have sex in the booths, and they have their own 'fans' who hang out and wait for them -- usually chubby, unhappy-looking straight guys. The gloryhole interruption has put a crimp in that arrangement, just like it has for my kind of cruising. There were a handful of the straight guys hanging out waiting for couples, but no couples. I managed to suck off two of these guys. I know they were there for the couples because I've seen them cruise couples before -- they run around in packs, whispering to each other, heading each other off at the pass, worse than queens about it. I've also seen them "score" before. So their straight creds are real. I think they only did it with me last night because I was a last resort.

Both were pudgy guys with beards, kind of wheezy. The first one, who I've sucked before, has a very nice, big, fat cock. I went into a booth with him to suck it. The second guy let me suck him through the gloryhole, but only after he had been there for several hours. Like I said: last resort.

I hope it picks up soon.

I Think My Standards Are Slipping

Yesterday I did the Craigslist thing. I generally don't like cruising that way, for all the obvious reasons (guys who are not real; guys who just want to email back and forth and get pics; guys who say they are on their way but never show up, etc). Sometimes it works out, though. I posted two ads -- one about how I wanted to eat jizz, and one about getting my manpussy fucked (I know it's not really a pussy, but I like the kind of guys who are turned on by thinking about it that way). I ended up getting three loads out of the two ads. Two of the guys responded to the manpussy ad. One of them responded to the blowjob ad. Nobody fucked me, though.

The first guy was just a kid. He had answered the blowjob ad. He did have tattoos, which you have to be older than 18 to get. Otherwise I'd have been worried. He looked very young to me. It was obviously his parents' house, and it was obviously the bedroom he grew up in, with all his teen stuff still up on the walls -- football trophies and such. He was a thuggish light-skinned black kid with a thick gold chain that went all the way down to his waist. He pulled his pants down, sat on the edge of his bed, then laid back. "You'll have to get me hard," he said. That wasn't a problem. His cock, once hard, turned out to be enormous. I'd say ten inches at least. Started out normal-thickness at the top but got very thick at the base. I sucked it all the way down (he freaked out a little when I did that -- in a good way). I couldn't do it but once. I usually don't have any problem fucking down hard over and over into my throat-chute, but there was something about the angle that made me gag more than usual. He didn't mind. I got his load after a while. He called me "baby" when he came, as in, "I'm about to cum, baby." He gently held my head and tried to push it all the way down again, but I couldn't take it quite down to the pubes. His head was past my throat-threshold when he came, though.

"I got to be discreet about this," he told me, as we were getting dressed.

"Of course," I said.

The next guy was another thuggish black guy who lived in a halfway house or boarding house or something like that. He had a wide face, a white dew-rag, was very friendly and horny. His dick wasn't nearly as big as the other guy's -- just a normal dick, curving up. He laid flat on his bed, wanted me to lay facing his cock and suck it while he slapped my ass. I was happy to oblige. He came a lot. It didn't have a taste to it, it was so thick. He had answered the assfucking ad, but didn't end up fucking my ass.

The third guy -- the only white guy of the evening -- had also answered the assfucking ad. He'd said in his emails that he was a straight dominant top, but I got to his house and it was all fagged-out with decor. You know what I mean? Little cute dog and four-poster bed. He looked kind of like Lurch. I sucked him and got out of there. He wasn't somebody I would have done normally.

That was all yesterday.

Today I went to Theatair X and sucked off a fat guy with a tiny dick who watched gay porn while I sucked him. He seemed straight except for the "watching gay porn" part. I told myself it was because that is what happened to start playing when he put his quarter in (I was already sucking him when that happened), and he was too into the blowjob to change it. But still. He did change the volume.

My standards are slipping. I gotta get a grip.

Couple of Stray Blowjobs I Forgot to Mention

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Hot or Not: Making My Mouth Look Like a Pussy

I can curl my tongue around on itself to make it into a tunnel. Most people can't do this.

Sometimes when I am at the gloryhole, I hold my tongue like that in the hopes of making my mouth look more like a pussy. But I'm not sure if it's really working. It also kind of looks like a dog dick, which is maybe gross.

If you saw this through the gloryhole:

 Or this, in person:

... would it turn you on or off? Does it make you want to fuck the pink? Or disgust you?

Also (and this is important), what kind of guy are you? Are you gay, straight, bi, etc? Just there to get your dick sucked, versatile, what? I need to know this because I think it may turn on the right kinds of guys (straight, just there to get off, horny and needing relief), and turn off the kinds I'm not interested in. Or maybe not. I just don't know. That's why I'm asking!

I Got Pimped Out!

Here's what happened last night when I cruised. You're going to think I made part of this up. I didn't make any of it up, though. It was weird.

Mid-week still seems to be the most interesting time to cruise for cock. Weekends, the bookstores around Louisville are too jam-packed with swinging straight couples and fashionable bar queens -- two categories of cruiser who tend to scare off my perfect trick, the "straight" guy who a). doesn't want to be seen by women, any women, even the ugly women in these swinging straight couples, letting a guy suck his dick, and b). doesn't want to be reminded of how "gay" what he's doing is, so the presence of silly gossiping queens is a sure turn-off, too.

I decided to stay on the Kentucky side of the river last night, mainly because of the remodeling over at my favorite bookstore in Indiana, which I mentioned in a previous post.

Over on this side, almost all the bookstores went to a similar business model a few years back. You feed a $10 bill into a slot in a door in the back of the store, which gives you entry to an area where there's a movie theater plus a bunch of video booths that play videos for "free" (not counting the ten bucks you paid to get back there, of course). I didn't like it when it first happened because it seriously cut down on the "young guy with only a couple of bucks to his name" trade. I still don't like it, but ah well. The way that it happened all at once, for almost all of the bookstores over here (there's only one exception), makes me think that it was a legal thing. Maybe if there's a locked door between the public and the cruising, the cruisers have more of a legal right to do what they're doing, or a presumption of privacy, or something? The one exception to this scheme, a bookstore I hardly ever go to, actually has a locked front door: you have to ring a doorbell to be let into the store itself. But once inside, you pay individually for booth time and/or to go back to the movie theater, just like the old days. I hardly ever go there. I don't know why.

First I went to a place called "Showboat," where I've been cruising on and off since around 1992 or so. I could fill several books with stories of cruising there, but I don't trust my memory when it comes to any sex story more than 72 hours or so old. They get better over time, I think, and shade into fantasy, which is why I only write about things that have just recently happened.

I was followed in by a fat, ugly guy. More on him later.

At Showboat, there are two gloryholes, but only one of them is unblocked at any given time. It's a random thing. They put boards across the other hole when it's not in use. Since you don't have to pay to use the booths, though, it's rare that the gloryhole is of any use to a cocksucker like me -- generally, some old queen has been camped out in there for hours, eyeball glued to the hole, by the time you arrive.

This time, though, there was a scraggly roofer-type guy with an enormous and beautiful cock on the other side of the hole. I hardly ever actually get enormous cocks in my cruising experiences (most guys, predictably enough, are average-sized), so when I do, I really try to make it last. I took him all the way to the verge of cumming several times, then backed off. He was very expressive. I felt like I was literally playing a musical instrument -- every flick of my tongue or motion of my mouth made a different noise come out of his face, about three feet above me and on the other side of the wall. Mostly sighing, but also little yips from time to time, and even panting like a pregnant lady right before he came.

That, and the pulsing of the vein under his cock, was the only sign that he had gotten off. His cock was so far down my throat when it happened that I didn't taste anything.

After he left (I jumped out of the booth to make sure I saw him -- scraggly, bearded, beat-down looking construction guy -- not the confident foreman type of construction guy, but the one just barely hanging onto a job who gets paid minimum wage, kind of construction guy). Hot.

Then I went into the theater. This place has a lot of old men. Now, I myself am pretty old (almost 50), and I don't believe in being rude to individuals just because of how long they happen to have lived. In daily life, I show a great deal of respect to gentlemen who are in their 70s and 80s. I just don't want to suck them off at an adult bookstore. Fortunately, they're not very aggressive. They just sort of sit there. I see them messing around with each other from time to time. I think the theater attracts these guys because they're retired, and because, as cruising goes, sitting in a plush (but filthy) theater seat is less physical strain than any other way. I imagine in twenty years I'll be sitting here with them, just trying my luck. Why not? But for now, they are of no interest to me.

The fat ugly guy who followed me in was sitting in the back row, on the seat that doesn't have a seat in front of it because the back row is longer than the other rows, with his legs conspicuously spread open, his cock out, playing with it. "Suck me," he shout-whispered across the theater.

I thought about it.

I decided he was too ugly for right now.

I went back to the booth area, but he followed me again. He got into the gloryhole booth.

So, yeah, I thought about it again. At least nobody would see me sucking the ugly guy this way. And it would take him out of the picture (if somebody hot did come in, his aggressiveness could possibly chase them away). So I decided, what the hell. I went into the booth and sucked him.

He had a small dick. It was one of those kind that seems to stay dry even when it's wet. Weird scaly texture. You know what I mean? I sucked and sucked. He was really enjoying it, humping the hole and whispering filthy stuff. Those ugly guys really get nasty when they get some, which is one of the things I like about ugly guys.  When I took my mouth off and looked at his cock, he kept humping, kept up the obscenities, just like my mouth was still on it.

So I decided to let the ugly guy fuck me.

As soon as I got his cock in my hole (it didn't take any effort at all), he started cumming. He grunted three times, like a guy at the gym doing the last three sit-ups of a difficult set. I actually heard the cum fill up my ass, a little wet "click" sound (one advantage of a tiny cock in a large ass).

I didn't bother jumping out of the booth because I knew what he looked like.

I waited around for another thirty minutes or so, but nobody else showed up. It was just me and the old men. I decided to try my luck somewhere else. This is always the problem when I cruise the Kentucky side: I end up going to more than once place. It's an old habit from when I used to cruise here as a kid, and they were cheaper. There was a circuit I made, up and down 7th avenue then over to Dixie Highway and back. I can't get that out of my system, even though it's $10 a pop now for each bookstore.

I went to the one out on Dixie Highway, which is attached to a by-the-hour motel. You'd think that the motel and the bookstore would have a lot of crossover traffic, but if there is, I've never noticed it (and, like I said, I've been cruising these places since the early 90s).

This place is one where patience pays off. Hardly anybody goes there, but the percentage of downlow guys in the mix is very, very, very high. Most cruise spots, you're one of a dozen queens waiting for the straight guys to come in -- and when they do, one of you snaps him up and it's the next queen's turn the next time. At this place, you walk in and it's dead empty, but a random guy will come in, let you suck him, then leave you alone in the theater for another thirty minutes until another guy shows up. Ideally. I have been there when other queens were in there, and it does destroy the potential of the place. The traffic is so light, and there's such a long pause in between men, that just one other competitor can really screw with you and take every single cock (unlike the bookstore in Indiana, where there's plenty of cock to go around, usually, even though the halls are lined with fags).

As soon as I got through the buzzer-door, a black queen came out of the theater to get a look at me (when you're sitting in the theater, you can hear the money go in the slot, and it takes a while before the door opens, so this gives you a chance, if you want to take it, of having a look at everything that comes in). He was pretty good looking -- shaved head, beefy body, middle-class type guy -- but I could tell he was a cocksucker by the intensity in his eyes when he looked at me, and the disappointment that hit them immediately when he realized I was a cocksucker, too. He breezed on past. I went into the theater. There was one guy sitting in the back playing with himself, but I've seen that guy here before, and that's all he does.

They have their theater set up so that in addition to the theater chairs, there's an actual sofa sitting perpendicular to the screen at the far end. Usually guys who want to get sucked sit there, since it's more comfortable, and you can really spread your legs out. Since there wasn't any trade here, I sat there (strictly for the comfort) and kind of dozed off.

After a while, another black guy came in -- at first I thought it was the queen from when I first came in, but no. He walked into the theater, came down the second row of seats, which led directly to him standing right in front of my face. Pulled out his cock. I sucked it a while. It didn't get hard. He left the theater.

I decided to follow.

We went into a booth together. He was short, black as black gets, had a Roman nose and very intense eyes. I sucked him a while, then he started reaching behind me to touch my ass. I should mention that I have a large ass -- 46 waist, with almost all of that being in the behind rather than in the in-front. I don't have a special thing for black guys (I like them if they're masculine, just like I like any masculine man), but they often have a special thing for me, because of my big thick round ass. Here's a picture of it:

So I'm bent over trying to suck this short guy, and he's bent over me trying to get his fingers in my hole, while we're both in this tiny booth. It was awkward. I stood up. "Let me fuck that fat ass, bitch," he was saying to me. He was very into talking like a thug, though he wasn't dressed like one. I don't know if he assumed I had a thug fetish, or if he had one himself, but it wasn't very convincing (until a little later -- hang on). I still liked it. I let him try to fuck me for a little while, but he still wasn't hard. I'm loose enough that he was able to bang it in a few times, even half-hard. Then he pulled out, told me he wasn't ready to cum, and said, "clean it off with your mouth, bitch," which I did.

He hung out in the halls after that, playing on his phone (one of those Androids with the very wide screen -- I don't get it; those phones seem too big to me).

After a while a straight-looking white guy came in, went to a booth, and my guy (I'm going to call him Black Guy Number One, or BGNO, to distinguish him from another character who's going to show up in a minute) cruised him hard, knocking on the booth door, whispering through the crack, etc.

I went back to the theater. Dozed off again.

I heard BGNO talking to somebody out in the hall, so I decided to go see what was going on.

He was talking to another black guy -- this one was tall, and very fat in the belly, but masculine. When I came out of the theater, they both stopped talking. I stepped between them to go down the line of booths. They split up -- fat guy went into the theater, and BGNO followed me.

"You ought to suck that guy," he said. "He's got a big cock. Go suck him."

I went into the theater, and Black Guy Number Two was sitting on the sofa, legs spread, cock out. I went over and just knelt down and started sucking, without asking him or making any moves on it. He liked it. It wasn't all that big. It was thick, but short (partially because some of it was hidden in his gut).

"Yeah, suck that cock, white bitch," he said, with special emphasis on the last word.

Just like the first guy, I didn't really take the "bitch" part seriously. This guy seemed middle class to me. He was just playing out some fantasy of his own, or playing to a fantasy he assumed I was having. I thought.

After a while, Black Guy Number One came and stood close by, sort of over BGNT's shoulder, with his cock out. BGNT didn't notice at first. When he did, he stood up, arms out at his side (meanwhile I'm still kneeling there). "Get the fuck off me, N-----!"

BGNO and BGNT yelled at each other for a while, taking turns inviting each other out to the parking lot to fight, and etc. I kept kneeling there. Didn't know what to do.

Finally, Black Guy Number One starts to walk away, and I go back to sucking Number Two's cock. "Suck it bitch," he says, extra loud.

Which causes Number One to come back. "No, you don't get that bitch. That's my bitch." He tugs at my hair and pulls my head toward his crotch.

"Take the damn bitch, I don't want it," says Number Two.

I get up and start to leave with Number One (who was, let's face it, a lot hotter anyway), but Number Two yells back at us, "And I want my money back."

Number One reaches into his back pocket, pulls out his wallet, gets some bills out, hands them to the second guy, then grabs my shoulder. "Come on."

I mean: seriously. He had charged the second guy for my services! I'm just a fat forty-something cocksucker, not some hot little bitch -- this is the stuff of porn stories and lies. But it happened. I probably should have been offended (because a). I suck for free, and b). I wasn't seeing any of that money, and c). I didn't even know that he had done it), but it turned me on, to be honest.

I went into a booth with the first guy, he fucked me until he came, then I went back to the theater. Number Two was still sitting on the sofa.

"I'm sorry that happened," I said.

"It's all right," he said. He was playing on his phone -- also one of those wide Androids.

"Can I suck you now?"

"Better not."

"You don't have to pay. That other guy left."

He said, "I don't think he's gone."

I sat there a while watching him play on his phone, then I left.

He had been right: the first guy hadn't left. He followed me out the door. He followed me to my car. But I ignored him, and took off.

I guess he really did think I was his bitch.

The Cruising Gods Must Be Punishing Me ...

... for having such a good time last Tuesday night.

I went to the same book store tonight only to find that they'd blocked off one of the rows and one of the aisles with plyboard -- basically cutting the whole space down by 1/3. I'm not good at describing spatial relationships, so I'll draw pictures instead. Here's what the space used to look like:

Here's what the space looks like now:

With the old layout, there was just more circulation and tactical maneuverability. Somebody could come in and you could double around and catch him coming the other way, instead of following his ass like the desperate old queens do. And so on. With the new layout, cruisers get stuck in the dead ends and collect along the walls, standing in front of the booth doors giggling with each other and gossiping. I find this kind of atmosphere kills the sexy-- it makes me irritable, for one thing, and it also scares off the "straight" guys I like, because the space they're entering just feels too, well, frankly, nellie, when you've got a bunch of cackling queens in a knitting circle. The guys I'm after don't like to be reminded that they're here for, you know, the gay. The only way to get a guy, even if he did run the gauntlet, is if he happened to go into the booth directly beside where you chose to stand -- there's no chasing around corners or out-smarting the followers, with this layout. It's more luck-of-the-draw.

I don't like it.

I left after five minutes.

Hopefully they're doing something interesting with that blocked-off space, though (that it has its own door -- the one that used to be the exit -- is intriguing).