ManBoy

It was a couple weeks ago…a Friday…no…make that Saturday morning at 2:00 AM. I am awakened by the chirp of my cell phone on my night stand. I answered the phone, thinking that there must be an emergency or something for anyone to be calling me at 2 AM.

Me: Hello

ManBoy: Hey **** this is ****, we hooked up a couple of times

Me: Yeah, I remember, what’s up?

ManBoy: I am in town at the ***** hotel was wondering if you wanted to come over mess around.

Yeah, he said “mess around”, and I could tell that he obviously had just gotten in from the bars.

A bit of background…I met the guy about two years ago. I was in one of the more popular Dupont Circle gay bars for happy hour…not my usual thing but I made myself go out that Friday night after work…at times I have a tendency to keep to myself a little too much…boarding on the nonsocial…so my critics masquerading as friends tell me.

This guy, whom I call ManBoy here, is actually a few years older than me. But, with his slight and tight build (ex marine) and his forever high & tight haircut…he looks like he is pushing 30 instead of 50 when he put on a ball cap. I call it a blessing…he calls it a curse because his thing is mature muscular black men who often dismiss him as a twink at first. As a result, he is very aggressive about getting noticed by his target group.

The night we met, I saw him enter the bar with a couple of his friends. He noticed me right away, and spent the better part of an hour all but ignoring his friends while he concentrated on making eye contact with me. In the mean time, a bear/cub couple visiting from out west happened to be sitting next to me at the bar and they wasted no time engaging me in conversation and letting it be known that they would love for me to go back to their hotel room for a little fun. There was no way that was going to happen, but I certainly did enjoy their company, and as it was apparent that we were hitting it off, ManBoy actually left his friends and came to stand next to the couple and me. When the couple and I started to trade cell phone numbers, ManBoy jumped in and made it obvious that he too was taking down my number. When he got my number, ManBoy looked at me and I said, “I see you”. With that, ManBoy returned to his friends with a huge grin on his face. He called me within the hour with his hotel and room number. Long story short, we did fuck that night, but he insisted that I wear a rubber and I did because he and it was a hot scene. He had amazing ass muscle control. Once I got it in, he did the rest…massaging my covered cock until he came which pushed me over the edge and I came.

He comes to Washington often for business. We hooked up a second time a few months after the first, but this time we had communicated on-line several times before hand and the focus of those conversations was over the condom issue. In fact, I was really not that into hooking up again because I like and prefer to fuck bare. We were unable to come to terms on the issue but met up anyway to “mess around”, not necessarily fuck. That was a long session with a ton of oral. The highlight of that visit was my eating his ass…LOVED IT… he has an ass that tastes great, and he can really relax his sphincter so my tongue was able to go very deep in his hole…which drove him wild. By the end of that rimming he gave up the ghost and begged me to fuck him…even bare. I would not. Not that I was being pissy or anything like that…but I Run The Fuck…and he had to learn that lesson. He ended up getting himself off. Before I left, I pointed out that somewhere along the line, his Hard-line on using a rubber when out the fuckin window, and that if I were a man of lesser Honor, he would have cum leaking out of his butt hole right now. His response was to just look away.

Now back to a couple of weeks ago. When I realized it was him on the phone I was a bit irritated for two reasons…first off it was 2:00 fuckin o’clock in the morning. The second reason was that I knew of two other times he was in DC, and he did not contact me… so why now

In short, I told him to put his drunk ass to bed, and that I would be there at 7:00 AM. I would call him when I was on my way so that he could prep accordingly, and then I hung up the phone.

I arrived at exactly 7:00 AM. He answered the door nude, having just came from shower and prep.

There was some small talk…don’t remember hardly any of it as it was mostly nonsense except for when I mentioned that I notice he had been in DC a couple of times and he did not contact me. He gave me some bullshit excuse about thinking I was out of town because I travel so much. By this time I am now naked…I tell him that his answer/excuse is bullshit and push him back onto the bed.

After being with him a couple of times and chatting with him online, I am in his head…in short, I own him now. As he fell back on the bed, I came down on top of him…I know him…“His Thing”, “His Turn-on”… he gets off on the complete opposite of him…which is me. My big black body full on top of his slight white body…he shivered and his cock grew instantly rigid between our bodies.

The point of bringing up the fact that he did not contact me the last couple of times he was in DC was to establish a few things. First, that I have kept track of him…I know when he is in my town…he is not getting over or getting away with shit. Second, I know the reason he did not contact me was because I exposed his true desire of wanting me to take him bareback the last time we hooked up…what he SAID to the contrary notwithstanding. And Third, the fact that he did call me this time means that I WIN…he WILL take it however I give it to him…no debate, no discussion just submission.

And submit he did. I brought his legs up and immediately when to eat his delicious ass for only a couple of minutes though. He was getting into it and getting lose, but I did not want him too louse…not yet. There had to be a bit of punishment to account for not contacting me…for running from me. With just my spit a lube, I lined up the head of my fat black cock and with my muscular hips and thighs I drove into him…balls deep…first stroke…he cried out with a mix of pain and excitement. He begged me to wait and let him hit the poppers…I did. As soon as the poppers kicked in, I began to power fuck ManBoy. His knees where up around his ears, and I was pile-drive fucking him… coming almost all the way out before pile-driving back down into him. When his arms were not flaying about, he was gripping the bed covers tightly in both hands trying to manage the assault on his hole.

I worked up a good sweat working his ass over. I would alternate between power fucking him and eating him out. Each time I stopped to eat him after fucking him a bit, there was a nice layer of butt cream that just made me hornier and hornier. At times I can be a Top Pig

After about fifteen minutes of power fucking and eating ManBoy on his back, I put him on his knees at the edge of the bed. By now he was good and open, but as you bottoms know, there is a huge difference between taking dick on your back as apposed to on all fours…the angle is different, and it creates a whole different sensation. When I went into him on all fours, you would have thought I was penetrating him for the first time. He really struggled with this position, but at least in this position he could continue to hit the poppers at will…which he did. There was so much of that popper smell in the room that even I was starting to feel a little high…which made me fuck harder and faster.

As I talked about in a post a few months ago, I have become pretty good at that Sexual Kung Fu, so I would fuck him all the way up to and through orgasm, but I would halt the ejaculate and not come. This has the effect of allowing me multiple orgasms but because I did not shoot, my dick stays hard…harder in fact…and I just keep fucking.

I am sure that some of you are reading this and thinking that this is not about pleasure or fun…and if I am to be totally honest, which I try to be here…yeah, you are certainly more right than wrong. By this point….about thirty minutes into the fuck…I had had a couple of orgasms and really enjoyed eating his ass…I was fucking him now to make a point…a brutal…and perhaps over the top point. If you have been reading this blog from the beginning, then you know that this was the first time in a long time that I sort of went over to the “dark side” which I wrote about in the early posts of this blog. It is where the ultra aggressive side of me come out and it is much more about dominance and sometimes pain, than it is about pleasure. I try not to go to the darks side…tricks don’t come back from the dark side…in fact, they tend to avoid me at all costs.

I said “I sort of went to the dark side” because I caught myself before it got really bad here. ManBoy was hanging in with me as best he could but it was clear that he was going to be done soon.

I pulled my cock out of his hole…it was gaping open and beet red from the pounding I had just given it. While ManBoy was still on his knees, his whole upper body had collapsed flat against the bed. I gently rolled him over to his back again and rested his thighs on top of my thighs as I was now kneeling on the bed also. Amazingly, his cock was still three quarters hard. He looked at me with an exhausted, “what now” look on his face. Without saying a word, I directed his hands to stroke my nipples and I began to beat off. It did not take me long to literally cover his chest, stomach and groin with my thick globs of cum. As soon as I was done shooting, I gently nudged the head of my cock back into his tender hole. He instinctively took hold of his own cock, using my cum as lube, and shot his own load with in about fifteen strokes.

I got off the bed and began to get dressed in silence. ManBoy just stared off into space, intentionally not looking at me. When I was about half dressed he said

ManBoy: “Did you get off on that shit?”

Me: “What shit exactly?”

ManBoy: “Using me…like your personal fuck toy!”

I did not answer…just continued to get dressed. When I was ready to go I opened the door, but before leaving I turned and said,

Me: “When you are in town again call me if you want…or don’t… it is up to you”

ManBoy: “Right now…I don’t want to ever want to see you again…but we both know that I will call”

Me: “Yeah…we do”

With that I left to tackle my busy Saturday.

Average

I had another good hookup last night. As you recall from my last post, I had been in Maine for the 4th of July weekend. While there, I received an instant message from a guy whom I will call Philly since that is where he is from.

I hooked up with Philly once last year when he was in Washington DC for business. It was a rare occasion that I was home in Washington instead of on the road that week. He originally contacted me on Bear 411 (yes… I have a profile there also).

On our first encounter, I met him in his hotel room. I was not sure of how well it would go at first cause something about him just seemed different/off. He is an average looking guy with an average build. He has dark hair that looks like it was styled at The Hair Cuttery, and classic black framed geek glasses. The odd thing about him was that his lips sort of protruded out as if he were going to give you a kiss, but they are that way all the time.

Don’t get me wrong… he was not so odd that you step back and say “eeww”. Not at all, in fact I had to really think about it before I figured out just what was out of place. All in all… he is just a very average guy.

He has a partner in Philly and in that relationship he is the total top but he is really versatile by nature which explains Philly’s desire to get fucked while he is away on business.

Anyway, the first time went fine. I started out not being sure, but as we got into it I found that he was a killer kisser, had a very nice 8+ inch cock and his hole…his hole… his hole was so very fine! So we fucked and fucked… then fucked a little more. When I left his hotel room, he was totally exhausted and I think a little taken-a-back from the intensity of the session. Also, we had talked about fucking bare, but not about breeding. When the time came, I just went for it and deposited a nice healthy load in him.

We had tried to get together one other time when he was in DC but schedules just did not work.

While in Maine for the 4th, I received an instant message from Philly asking if I would be in town later the next week. As it turned out I was not going to be, but I changed my schedule so that I could accommodate his visit.

So, according to plan, he called me yesterday afternoon and we established a time to hookup. He was staying in the same hotel as before so that made it easy. When I arrived at his room, he answered the door three quarters of the way in the bag… drunk.

Evidently, Braccadi Rum was part of his preparation for getting fucked by me. Like I have been explaining through this blog… I am a little different… the fact that he was drunk, did not turn me off… it turned me on!

I should clarify… I was turned on not because he was drunk, but rather because he intentionally got drunk because he was worried about the way I fuck him… there is a huge difference and Yes, I know that it is kinda fucked up…but it is what it is.
Even with being tipsy, he was still very nervous, asking over and over if he could get me anything. Finally, I held his face in my hands, got him to look me in the eye and in a very calming voice said,

Me: “Relax… it is going to be ok”

With that, he sort of fell into my arms, gave me a sloppy kiss (love those), and held onto me tightly for about 30 seconds.

Me: “Lets get these cloths off”

We quickly stripped naked and made our way to the bed. Once there we lay down and made out for a bit before he made his way down to my cock. Philly is a very good cock sucker… not as good as Big Boy… but very respectable. He also remembered that my nips are the key to making me rock hard. He even remembered how I like them worked.

While Philly was making me rock hard, I started to finger his hole. As a result, I instantly remembered what caused me to fuck him so long the last time… that sweet hole.

Philly is a hairy guy on his chest, legs and a little on his back. But his ass is hairless and ultra smooth. Additionally, there are like extra folds of skin just inside of his hole. Picture a belly button that is an “inny” but just slightly so. Ya know how there is like a little fold of skin just inside the belly button? Well that is exactly what his hole is like. I am sure that some of you that have played for the other team on occasion are thinking…”You mean like a cunt?” Yes, much like a cunt but in my opinion, much better mostly because of the difference in texture and tightness.

I did not get a chance to eat his hole the last time, but I was not about the let the opportunity pass this time.

I put him on his knees on the edge of the bed. Then I spread his cheeks far apart and got a real good look at what had to be one of the cleanest asses I have every seen. I drove my tong into his hole and went to town on it. There is nothing like eating a good clean ass, especially when the guy does not get it often and goes crazy over it like Philly did. I am sure the booz added to his exuberance but he loved it so much that I thought he was going to cry!

After eating him for a good 5 minutes his hole was sloppy wet, and my dick rock hard. I stood, positioned my cock head at his hole. Feeling my cock there, Philly quickly reached for the poppers. I waited for him to take a long pull on the poppers before I popped the head of my fat cock into his hole. The last time we fucked, it was a real struggle to get into him… not so much this time. Perhaps, the Braccardi was serving its purpose.

We soon found and good rhythm. I was totally loving the feel of his hole all around my cock. Inside of him felt like velvet or some shit like that.

I proceeded to fuck him on his back, bent over a chair, and on his side. He kept hitting that damn popper bottle about every couple of minutes so he was totally high.

When I put him back on his knees on the edge of the bed he was getting very sore and was begging me,

Philly: “Please fill me up now …(my real name)”

With his request, he started clamping his hole as tight as he could. He told me later that he clamped down at the end cause the memory of feeling my cock pulsing inside of him as I shot my cum into him is what he has been jacking off to for months. I believe him because as soon as I was done shooting, he flipped over and stroked his now hard 8+ inch cock (it had been soft during the whole fuck). He shot a massive load within 10 strokes of his cock. After the first squirt, I quickly covered his cock with my mouth and received a mouth full of cum which I first tasted then swallowed. Damn, he tasted good. If you have been reading my blog, you know that I love sucking big guys with big cocks

I stayed with him for about an hour after the fuck… just holding and talking to him until he drifted off to sleep. When I got up to leave, I got him to roll over to his side from his back… never let a drunk person sleep on their back… just in case they vomit. When I rolled him over, I saw that there was a huge wet spot under his ass from my cum leaking out of him.

I got dressed, kissed him once more on the head and then left.

As I left the hotel, I thought to myself… “who knew that this very average looking, mostly top guy would be such a hot fuck?” I guess I am just wired differently… I will take the average guy over the pretty boy EVERYTIME!

Mighty Mouse

Once I got back to the room late yesterday afternoon, it did not take long for another business traveler to hit me up with this message.

Hello BIG man! I am a visitor her in ....  Looks like u could stretch my limits. If interested in a nicely build guy my size give me a shout! I Enjoy giving up the control.

Most of the time I ignore such messages as it seems a bit too "Eager Beavered" to me at first glance. But this time I at least checked his profile, and found the following:

Visiting from..... and interested in well built men only. I am All American, Blond hair, Blue eyes, 138 lbs, 5'.5" Swimmers build with nice definition and nicely built. Very professional. Totally masculine and a real mans man. Love all sports and working out.

I have to say that this was a near perfect hookup in that it took only six messages to pull together.  Within those six messages, it was made clear that we were both HIV Negative and that we would fuck bareback. It was also made clear that "I run the fuck".  He was to do what I told him to do, when I tell him to do it and if necessary how I tell him to do it. He could ask, but he was to do nothing without my approval first. He was to be here for my total pleasure. Mighty Mouse expressed concern over his inability to hold back from cumming when getting fucked hard. I told him that it was OK if he came while I pounded his ass as long as he understood that we would keep going until I got my nut. He hesitated, but then agreed.

At 6:00 sharp, Mighty Mouse was in my room and we immediately began kissing passionately. Ya know how there are good fucks, that are just that... a good fuck, but then there are good fucks where there is a connection and the whole experience goes to a higher level. I could tell instantly that this was going to be one of those higher level fucks.

When we broke from passionate kissing, I stripped him naked and he stood there with his cock growing stiff and straight as I stripped down. I then suddenly put him over my shoulder and carried him to the bed. I think this sort of caught him by surprise as I heard him audibly gasp as I effortlessly lifted his small frame in the air. He gasped again when I tossed him down and crawled on top.

My body completely engulfed his and I felt him continue to shudder underneath me. The contrast in our body sizes along with the contrast in skin tones had my cock rock hard.

We continued to kiss and explore each others  body. Mighty Mouse kept alternating between gripping my flexed biceps and my fat cock, repeating over and over "oh... you are so thick". Don't we all love this kind of praise? I know I do!

It was my intention to drag  out four-play much longer, but Mouse soon found my weakness with the tip of his tong on my nipples.... At this point, I needed to get fully inside of him. I pushed his knees up near his ears and drove my tong straight into his hot little hole. HE TASTED GREAT! I shuttled as much spit as possible in and around his hole as it was my intent to "spit fuck" him. As I prepared his hole with my tong, he was hitting the poppers hard, trying prepare himself for my girth. Soon enough, I my fat cock head at his hole, and was holding each of his arms firmly to his side so that he could not scoot away as I penetrated him. I guess this is where the name Mighty Mouse comes from cause although he struggled much, he was able to take my fat cock on the first attempt.

We quickly found our rhythm and I was fucking him strong with deep full strokes. With each down stroke, he grunted out..."Yes Sir"...."Yes Sir"... "Yes Sir". I love a bottom that is expressive without being too verbal. In this regard, and many others, Mighty Mouse was perfect. After about 5 solid minutes of fucking him on his back, I put him on all fours and came at him from behind. He stayed on all four only until he felt the impact of my first thrust. As my cock burrowed deep into him, he buried his face in the pillow to muffle something that I could not quite make out. I figured that he was in that place somewhere between pain and pleasure as I could see him tightly gripping the bed sheets in both hands while at the same time felt his anus spasm... signaling that he was cumming.

I the realization that he was cumming. I held my cock still within him. I love the to feel a guy cum with my cock in his ass. As he finished cumming, I resumed aggressively fucking him without warning. He kept his face buried in the pillow and let me plow his now gaping hole. I fucked him for another ten minutes before flooded his hole with my spunk. When I pulled out of him, he simply collapsed flat on his stomach exhusted. As has become my practice for this blog, I took the picture of Mighty Mouses freshly fucked ass.