A few months ago, I took my email address off of the header at the top of every page of this site, and put it on one page. On that page, I also put up a note saying that I am a male, because I was getting my time wasted by guys who maybe, I guess, read one post and tried to email me and didn't let me know until about six emails later that they had thought I was a woman, and sorry, no thanks. I figured doing this would force people to know I am a male before they emailed me (never mind that I repeatedly mention I am a male in most of my blog posts).
And yet I still get those emails. Some of them open with, "Are you m or f?" Others wait until we're deep in plans for me to suck them. It's irritating.
I am a male! I am a male! I am a male! I am slightly effeminate, true, and sweet and curvy and hairless, but I am not a transsexual or a CD or a woman. I have mentioned numerous times on this blog that I am a male, and even have it posted on the same page where you found my email address. If you want to get sucked by me, that's great -- but you'll be getting sucked by a male!
GRRRRR!
Thursday, May 9, 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.
Friday, March 29, 2013
A Change in Blogging Policy
As you may have noticed, I've stopped the countdown.
For one thing, it made tricking into a chore -- after I finished an evening cruising, I felt obliged to come write it all down, when what I really wanted to do was sleep or watch TV or hang out with my boyfriend. So I fell behind on my blogging, during a time when I actually managed to get quite a few dicks into me. Only one of them was super-special (the Domincan and/or Cuban guy I wrote about), though; the rest were basically the same as most of the other guys I write about: fat dudes who let me suck them, or whatever.
I'm going to reserve this blog for reporting on my most interesting experiences -- the ones I have something to say about -- and stop trying to document every single cock I take. I think that that'll make it more interesting for me, and hopefully more interesting for you.
For one thing, it made tricking into a chore -- after I finished an evening cruising, I felt obliged to come write it all down, when what I really wanted to do was sleep or watch TV or hang out with my boyfriend. So I fell behind on my blogging, during a time when I actually managed to get quite a few dicks into me. Only one of them was super-special (the Domincan and/or Cuban guy I wrote about), though; the rest were basically the same as most of the other guys I write about: fat dudes who let me suck them, or whatever.
I'm going to reserve this blog for reporting on my most interesting experiences -- the ones I have something to say about -- and stop trying to document every single cock I take. I think that that'll make it more interesting for me, and hopefully more interesting for you.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Titty-fucked by Dominican or Cuban dude -- one of the hottest ever
I've had about 14 dicks shoot into or on me since my last post, but I haven't been blogging each one. Sorry about that. I also didn't take notes, so I'll have to rely on my memory. I did keep a running tally, but no specifics.
At least a few of them were unremarkable fat guys like the kind I often write about. I'll try to catch you up on the memorable ones over the next few days. Note: 10 of these guys were had by me during the past two days -- I've been very productive just lately.
The hottest guy I did during this period was one of the hottest guys I've ever done.
I first saw him as I was leaving one of the adult bookstores. He was going in just as I left. I didn't like that I had missed him, but I didn't want to pay again to go back there. Besides, there was a drunk (but hot!) black guy back there whom I had sucked off already and who now wanted me to go buy him a beer, and wouldn't leave me along about this damn beer, so I'd told him I'd go do it (with no plans of returning). So I couldn't go back.
Anyway: the hot guy. He was a very muscular light-skinned black guy, with the kind of almost Asian facial features that you sometimes see on Dominican or Cuban dudes. He honestly, I swear, looked a lot like the top in this Machofucker video, except younger, less beat-up-by-life, much more muscular, and no tattoos (he could be this guy's younger brother):
You probably don't believe me, but I swear. He was even wearing a wool cap, just exactly the same way this guy wore his. Other indicators all pointed to middle class, though: nice shoes, nice pants, and a varsity sweater from the most expensive Catholic high school in Louisville (St. X, where Tom Cruise went briefly).
I went to a different adult bookstore, and what do you know, within five minutes, he had followed me there.
Getting him was easy. He saw me, nodded, and went to a booth with the door open, just like that.
I sucked him with him standing in front of me. When I went all the way down, the force of my throat trying to get his dick into it actually caused him to step back and almost fall over. I did get it in, though. He pulled back and laughed appreciatively. I don't think anyone had ever taken him all the way before.
I also got him to titty-fuck me. There's a certain kind of guy who likes to titty-fuck the manboobs of a cocksucker, and that guy is definitely not "gay." He liked it so much that he put his two feet up on the seat beside me and started fucking my tits like I was a bitch, rubbing his hands along my flabby sides and belly as he did so. I think he could have cum this way. But I wanted to suck him.
After a while he lay down (this particular booth has a raised couch-like area, though it's not upholstered) and I was able to suckle and deep-throat him longer. I kept him in my throat so long at one point he felt okay putting his hands on the back of my head and gently fucking into and out of it for a bit. I managed not to gag, but I did have to pull off. When I'm deepthroating, I need to be in control or I panic. Something to work on.
He wouldn't fuck me without a condom, which is the only bad thing. I did get him off, though, and ate his jizz. I hope I see him again. I'll take a sabotaged condom!
At least a few of them were unremarkable fat guys like the kind I often write about. I'll try to catch you up on the memorable ones over the next few days. Note: 10 of these guys were had by me during the past two days -- I've been very productive just lately.
The hottest guy I did during this period was one of the hottest guys I've ever done.
I first saw him as I was leaving one of the adult bookstores. He was going in just as I left. I didn't like that I had missed him, but I didn't want to pay again to go back there. Besides, there was a drunk (but hot!) black guy back there whom I had sucked off already and who now wanted me to go buy him a beer, and wouldn't leave me along about this damn beer, so I'd told him I'd go do it (with no plans of returning). So I couldn't go back.
Anyway: the hot guy. He was a very muscular light-skinned black guy, with the kind of almost Asian facial features that you sometimes see on Dominican or Cuban dudes. He honestly, I swear, looked a lot like the top in this Machofucker video, except younger, less beat-up-by-life, much more muscular, and no tattoos (he could be this guy's younger brother):
You probably don't believe me, but I swear. He was even wearing a wool cap, just exactly the same way this guy wore his. Other indicators all pointed to middle class, though: nice shoes, nice pants, and a varsity sweater from the most expensive Catholic high school in Louisville (St. X, where Tom Cruise went briefly).
I went to a different adult bookstore, and what do you know, within five minutes, he had followed me there.
Getting him was easy. He saw me, nodded, and went to a booth with the door open, just like that.
I sucked him with him standing in front of me. When I went all the way down, the force of my throat trying to get his dick into it actually caused him to step back and almost fall over. I did get it in, though. He pulled back and laughed appreciatively. I don't think anyone had ever taken him all the way before.
I also got him to titty-fuck me. There's a certain kind of guy who likes to titty-fuck the manboobs of a cocksucker, and that guy is definitely not "gay." He liked it so much that he put his two feet up on the seat beside me and started fucking my tits like I was a bitch, rubbing his hands along my flabby sides and belly as he did so. I think he could have cum this way. But I wanted to suck him.
After a while he lay down (this particular booth has a raised couch-like area, though it's not upholstered) and I was able to suckle and deep-throat him longer. I kept him in my throat so long at one point he felt okay putting his hands on the back of my head and gently fucking into and out of it for a bit. I managed not to gag, but I did have to pull off. When I'm deepthroating, I need to be in control or I panic. Something to work on.
He wouldn't fuck me without a condom, which is the only bad thing. I did get him off, though, and ate his jizz. I hope I see him again. I'll take a sabotaged condom!
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Titty-Fucked and Throat-Fucked by Tubby Latino
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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.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Shout-Out to iBLASTinside
Yesterday I got an email from Mark Bentson, co-founder of the #bbbh (Bareback Brotherhood) community on Twitter, to let me know that he had added this site to his blogroll at iBLASTinside.com. If you're not familiar with his blog, and you like this one, you should definitely check it out. In it, he details his own cruising adventures -- sort of the flip-side to mine, since he's a top. Thanks again, sir! It's an honor! Maybe I'll take your load one day.
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