Taking It for 10 Minutes

Sometimes you're in the mood to top: grind up against a bottom, feel his ass, force him to his knees, shover him to his knees, and then bend him over for a good ride. 

...And sometimes you want to be that bottom.

The mood strikes me now and then but there appears to be a shortage of tops who are on-call when I want cock. But I got lucky to come across a bi guy on Manhunt. He was very direct as for what he wanted: walk in, suck him, get him hard, bend over, and get fucked. His attitude — in addition to his big, thick cock — put me in a sub mood immediately. Even when he toyed with a little online, not responding to emails, etc., it got me even more in the mood.

Eventually we had a free moment and I invited him over. He didn't disappoint: Tall, good-looking, aggressive and as thick as my wrist. We ground against each other for a few minutes but before long he had me naked and was feeling my ass. He was still largely dressed with his T-shirt and shoes still on, with only his pants around his ankles. I tried to take his shoes off but he made it clear he wasn't going to stay that long. He forced me to my knees and had me deepthroat him. I gagged at first but eventually my throat relaxed and enveloped his throbbing cock.

True to his word as soon as he was rock-hard, he picked me up and bent me over the bed. He simultaneously squirted some lube on my ass and torn the rubber open from its wrapper. I moaned as his fingers started probing me. I don't bottom often and instinctively tensed up. This was an error on my part because soon I had his massive cock head pressing against my ass hole and his position over me gave him maximum leverage. Without pause he shoved a good four inches in at once and I gasped for breath. He reached his arms underneath me and had my neck nestled in the crook of his elbow. But this wasn't a gentle touch — instead he closed his arm and slightly cut off my air supply. I coughed and he relented somewhat but the domination and position was incredibly hot. He now had his full 9 inches buried in me and his thrusts became faster and faster and faster and I could tell that he was enjoying the scene as much as I would and he whispered in my ear that he was close. 

My ass screamed when he withdrew but the pounded has taken its toll. He spun me onto my back and we jerked off until we both climaxed onto my chest. He pulled his pants and walked out for me to clean up the cum, lube, and condom now left on the floor.

Married

I'm hesitant to hookup with married guys. For one despite any streak of sluttiness in me, I think highly of monogamy, especially once rings are on people's fingers. Two, I have this fear of getting involved in breaking up marriage. Three, "straight" married guys seem to have a lot of repressed issues. Fags have issues too but it's just a different species with married guys.

Anyway, this one married guy (I saw the ring on his finger and he was übersensitive about being discreet so I believe him) had been pursuing me for a while. Billed himself as an eager cocksucker looking to please a "real man." Took a few weeks but eventually we found a free hour.

Told him I was hitting the gym and he was welcome to stop by, suck, and leave when I was done. He was up for it and turned on my the "manly smell" that I would have (see below). Texted him when I was done and told him where to meet me. He showed up right on time and I went downstairs to let him in. Nothing special on this one — 29, slight belly, facial hair, smoker (ick!). He didn't say a word, I just motioned and said "Let's go." 

Opened the door walked over to the bed and dropped my mesh shorts and spandex to the floor. I jerked off before going to the gym so I didn't have the biggest load brewing but it meant that I wasn't as horny as usual; I could last longer and really throat-fuck him if I felt like it.

I laid back and let him do a pretty good job of working my meat. Very enthusiastic, though he didn't seem as experienced as he billed himself (watch the fucking teeth). Still it wasn't anything special until I took charge. Stood and started thrusting deeper into his throat. He was jerking (tiny) dick and I made sure I told him how small I thought it was. The humiliation only seemed to encourage him further and he really got into my aggression. 

At one point I had his head pinned against the bed and one leg up on the mattress while I pumped in and out. I worked him like this for several minutes until he was gasping for breath and pulled himself off my dick. I immediately shoved his face into the patch of skin between my balls and asshole and told him to lick. That's the spot where sweat and smell tend to collect and it never sees the light of day. He moaned and I could see his cock spasm with cum while he tongued me and I knew this bitch loved every minute.

Seeing that he had cum (and that I was already late for some dinner plans) I sat back down and told him to finish me off. He did and eagerly lapped up the cum that I deposited in his mouth.

blindfolded

I guess I'm like most guys in that going to the gym gets me in the mood to fuck. I'm not sure why exactly. Could be the endorphins. Could be the little funk you get when you work up a sweat after a long day. Could be the corn-fed farmboys and lean frat boys that crowd the campus gym. Probably a mix of all three. Either way, I'm not complaining. ;-)

Last year I would get up early, lift, jerk off in the shower, have class all day, study, and go for a run at night if the weather wasn't too bad. This year I'm running and lifting at night, in one large segment. This poses certain problems: the gym can be crowded unless you're there at 11 p.m.; I have to make sure I eat dinner by 6 so I'm not lifting on a full stomach (I hate the feeling); and this leaves me horned up like no other. And since I don't have class I'm not satisfied with the old knuckle shuffle in the shower.

So the other night, it was chest and back day, I cruised through the Craigslist ads after lifting. Lots of a business guys, visiting for work or a football game, some of them married, posted things that were "on campus" but actually several miles away. The ones that were close were either morbidly obese tops or over 60 — not my cup of tea. One though seemed promising: 30s, black, looking to suck. In a hotel just down the street. Score. I shoot him an email, give him my stats, and he responds "Cool — want the room number? how quick can u be here?" Eager cocksucker, this one.

I shoot back a few e-mails, testing the waters to make sure this guy was for real — seemed legitimate — and his eagerness to suck my not-yet-washed-from-the-gym cock (he said it was a turn-on suggested a serious submissive streak in him. I told him I was down if I found him on his knees and blindfolded. I've wanted to try that scene for a while now and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. He was game. Told him I would be about 10 minutes.

Throw on my jeans and sneakers and walk over. I walk past the room once on accident and backtrack to see it propped open. Open the door to the darkened room to see his outline, kneeling and blindfolded, just as told.

I walk up to him and grab his head, forcing it into my jeans. Keep mashing his face into my denim and he moves hims hand up to undo my zipper. I move his hands away and make his mouth keep working my rapidly hardening cock. Once the front my jeans are wet from his saliva, I unzip and he takes my head into his mouth. 

I've had good, toe-curling, weak-in-the-knees blowjobs. I've had bad, what's-with-all-the-teeth?, unenthusiastic blowjobs. This guy was incredible. Enthusiasm in spades and you could tell he's sucked more than his share of dick. Definitely knew what he was doing. To keep from cumming I'd have him lick and suck my balls and tongue that spot between my nutsack and asshole. Every so often I would pull back and he'd have his tongue out, panting like a fucking dog, but I'd use the opportunity to slap his cheeks with my saliva-covered cock.

It's easy to become dominant in these type of situations — especially when the sucker is not looking for reciprocation — so I would reach down and tug on his nipples and his give erect cock a few slaps. On a few of the harder hits he would whimper and gasp. Yes.

He said he was getting close — I had ordered him to jerk off — or I think that's what he said since he had my left nut in his mouth at the time. He asked if he could get off his knees and lie back on the bed while he finished himself off. "Yeah, whatever, make it fast." "Thank you." He stood up and felt his way to the edge of the bed and laid back while I straddled his chest and fed him my cock and balls again. As he started to cum he increased his pace and his technique improved, if that's possible. A good three spirts of cum spattered his chest and collected in a pool in his belly button.

About 45 minutes had passed at this point, long enough that I felt like he had gotten what he wanted. I told him to get on his knees and finish me off. I laid back on the bed while he sucked and licked and inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent. That kind of thing — as well as the whimpers and panting when I would pry his lips from my cock — was a total turn-on, and it wasn't long before I was getting close. I told him I was going to cum and he increased his pace, building me to an incredibly powerful, seven-rope orgasm. Swallowed every last drop, even licking his lips to get the bit that dribbled out, as I knew he would.

He kept tonguing my balls and refrained from sucking my now-sensitive head while I collected myself from my post-orgasm bliss. I stood and pulled my jeans back and up and slipped on my sneakers. I gave him a pat on the head — he was still on his knees, naked and covered in cum, patiently waiting for me to release him — on my way out the door. I deleted his contact info from my phone before I reached the sidewalk.

Out-of-Towners

In my (limited) experience, Craigslist can be a great source of hookups or full of bullshitters and flaky faggots. So I tend to be careful around it. If I post an ad, with a picture, and ask that responders give what they are looking for or where they are located or at least their stats (I understand that not everyone is comfortable sharing a pic right away), and I get a "sup?" as the entire email, yeah...you're not getting a response. Dumb jocks can be hot fucks, but if you cannot follow a simple request — Christ, never mind. 

Anyway, we get a lot of out-of-towners here, people visiting for business and away from their wives or gay alums who want to relive their undergrad days with a good fuck on campus. Who am I to deny them? I'm not out at this point so I'd rather not hookup with other students — being as health-conscious and gym-going as the next gay guy, there's a very good chance I'd run into a hookup around the free weights or treadmill, and that's just awkwardness I'd rather avoid. So, anyway, if a guy posts on Craigslist that he's staying at one of the area hotels, my ears tend to perk up. And if he says he's just looking to suck cock and lick some balls and ass, even better.

Which is how I found myself shooting emails back and forth with a random poster last night. He didn't post a picture (understandable — see above) and wasn't looking for reciprocation. Didn't even want to kiss, from what I could tell, just wanted his tongue on a cock and set of balls. He said he was in a hotel, about four miles away. Too far for me to walk. But he had a car and was willing to pick me up, take me back to his hotel, and drive me back afterward. Now that's service.

(You might be asking yourself, "How do you know he'll be an out-of-towner?" Well, a student looking to hookup wouldn't say he's 40, since guys are almost always low-ball their real age. Suppose he said he was 27 or 28, how would I know he's not another grad student (or some Van Wilder-esque undergrad)? One trick I've come up with is to make it sound like we'll go back to his place, usually when his messages start to sound like some variation of "Im on my weigh." (Something about a hookup email makes people's spelling and grammar go to shit.)  Then, at the last minute I'll say, "Well, we could just do it here." Gives me good reason to believe he's an out-of-towner, since he was willing to host in a hotel, but keeps me from having to go to his place. In this kind of situation, where I will obviously be the dominant one, it's pretty lame to have to rely on him to host and for a ride.)

Anyway, we shoot some emails back and forth, he's willing to come get me, we establish that this is just about him sucking me, and we're good to go. I pick up the place a little, though it doesn't need much work. I wait for a bit too long for only a four-mile drive. Starting to think he's flaked out on me. Goddamn faggots, what the fuck? Can't bust a nut without some fucking games being played. If I didn't have a hardon I'd just try to sleep — when my phone lights up with a text message. "Here." Bingo.

He matched his stats, though I didn't realize he was foreign and had some Central European accent. Didn't really care that he could stand to lose a few pounds since this was about him giving me a tongue bath.

I let him in and before I had the chance to kill one of the lights he was unbuckling my jeans and peeling back my zipper. Nice. I flopped down on the bed, hands behind my head while he worked. Alternating between my balls and cock, he gave some pretty good head. I've had better, but it wasn't bad and definitely better than some of the teeth jobs I've received in the past. What made it better than it would have been otherwise was that this was totally non-reciprocal. I didn't touch him at all, no kissing, nothing. I'm normally very giving but I could tell this guy would get off — later, on his own, jerking his cock, thinking about sucking mine — if I just allowed him to work. Eventually he started playing with my ass, tonguing it and grazed it with a finger. Nope, this is about cock worship, buddy. 

I stood up, with him still sitting on the bed, and fed him my cock that way. He was in too awkward a position to reach my asshole and I could better face-fuck him this way. When I got more aggressive, holding his head still and pumping in and out, he started sucking like crazy. Occasionally I could pull away and shove my balls into his mouth to keep from cumming. By this point he was whimpering when I would pull my junk away from his mouth. The fucking cocksucker was practically begging me at this point. I knew he wanted my load and when I asked him if he wanted it down his throat, I knew the answer before he gave a muffled "yefp." Shit, I knew it half an hour ago when he first deep-throated me. 

So I grabbed his hair in one hand and jerked myself a little with the other while he held my cock head in his mouth and sucked. He must have sensed me getting close because he started deep-throating me again. That was enough to push me over the edge. A good six or seven spasms right into his mouth. Greedy little bitch swallowed it all.

(I can't help but wonder if this is the start of a new dominant streak in me?)

Weak in the knees I stepped away but he tried to keep sucking my now-sensitive cock. That's enough, man. I let him lick my thighs and kiss my balls some more before I retrieved my briefs from the floor and put my cock away. Still slick with spit and semi-hard, straining against the white cotton.

Away we go

I've been reading some of the gay sex blogs out there. Some of the shit is pretty hot — I'll list some of my favorite source materials for masturbation on the right as soon as I get this software figured out.  

About me. 

I am 25, 5'10", 170, hairy-chested, with a thick build (German background). Originally from the Midwest, though I have moved around the country a good amount. (In my limited opinion, there's something to be said for the repressed Southern boys — they tend to be tanner, leaner, better built than guys in other parts of the country — though I haven't spent time on the West Coast yet.) 

Sexually, I'm versatile, though I normally end up as the bottom — wonder how that happens. I didn't start messing around with guys until after college (currently in grad school, have a few more years to go). So I guess I missed out on that a little bit, but I'm making up for it now. No more repression for me — no more furtive glances at the guys in the gym shower or being limited to wondering what it feels like when a guy first shoves his meat into your ass. 

 

What this blog is about.

Nothing much really. Just want to chronicle my sex life, maybe post some things on movies, music, whatever catches my eyes at the moment. I'll spare the deep thoughts on life — that kind of thing seems to go out the window when you're dealing with a blog about the many facets of sodomy. But I think it will be fun to have these write-ups, maybe some readers will identify with my own adventures and misadventures. Hopefully some will get a kick out of it.