Bashful

I think I have mentioned it before in a previous post…Nerds are great fucks! I don’t know why, but all three of the certified “Nerds” I have fucked have been off the chain!

The most recent was last week. As is often the case, I received an unsolicited comment to my profile on one of the hookup sites I use. To be honest, the pics of the guy were “Not All That”…but not totally Butt Ugly either. What caught my attention was the obvious shyness that came through during our chatting. I always try to respond to everyone and less than one percent ever result in anything… unless there is something that pricks my interest. In this case it was obvious that this guy usually looks at the pictures but does not do much more than that. Don’t know why, but I found myself wanting to see if I could bring this guy out of his shell a bit.

To make a long story short, we chatted for about 40 minutes online. During that chat I learned that he had plans to go to a dance at a local gay bar the next night with some of his friends. I had been to this monthly dance once before and determined that it was pretty lame and left after about 30 minutes. After chatting with “Bashful”, I decided to go to the dance just to check him out.

When I arrived, there were only about 70 to 100 guys there…still as lame as I remembered…so it was easy to spot him. Although his pictures on the site were recent, he is one of those guys who look a bit better in person than in photographs. He is 5’9”, probably 170 lbs, dark hair, glasses and a full beard. His hair is cut short, but he had bangs in the front, which made him look younger than his 30 years and sort of cute in a puppy dog way. Also, he is one of those white guys who could spend hours in the sun and just end up with more freckles than tan…again, kind of cute.

I grabbed a beer from the Very Friendly bartender and just watched Bashful from across the dance floor. He was with a gaggle of friends who were acting more like girls than grown masculine men. Fortunately, he was not exhibiting the same behavior or I would not be writing this post now.

Soon the dj put on a decent dance tune and several more guys hit the dance floor including Bashful. Ok… now get this…this guy is straight up Nerd…but on the dance floor…”his shit is tight!” I guess I should have told you about the best part of his anatomy…killer bubble butt with narrow hips. He had that ass moving in synch with the beat and I got an instant boner. I mean he had it poppin. He may be a Nerd in real life, but on the dance floor a metamorphosis took place… and it made think…”with a booty shake like that… he has got to be a decent fuck”

After the music changed, Bashful went back over with his friends, only this time It seems that I was not the only one that noticed his hot ass. Another guy… a hot looking Hispanic guy… was all over him. About the same time Hispanic Guy was making his move on Bashful is when Bashful noticed me standing over by the bar watching him. I could tell that he was not sure if was me or not by the way he kept looking back at me over his shoulder as the Hispanic guy pulled him into a dark corner.

After what looked like some heavy petting in the dark corner, Bashful made his way across the dance floor and stepped to me.

Bashful: “I did not think you were going to come”

Me: “I did not say that I wasn’t”

Bashful: “Did not say that you would either”

Me: “That’s me… keep you guessing” I said with a smile

Bashful: “Well?”

Me: “Well what?”

Bashful: “Are you going to make me ask?”

Me: “You bet”

Bashful: “(Sigh) Ok…well what are you thinking”

Me: “I am thinking that I like what I saw on the dance floor and I am wondering what that would feel like on my cock…but you have at least two other admires in the room so you go on and enjoy yourself…I will see you tomorrow night for an answer to my question”

With that, I put my hand down the back of Bashful’s shorts and felt his sweaty hairy ass, giving it a strong squeeze. I noticed that Bashful’s gaggle of friends had all stopped talking and were watching us intently…one of them even had her hand to her mouth (so so gay). True to form, Bashful turned red in response to my forceful gesture and the attention it created; however, he did nothing to stop me or otherwise object. After a putting on a good show for the gaggle of girls, I removed my hand and sent him back to the group.

I stayed for another beer and just watched Bashful. I think he like that because he kept checking every few minutes to see if I was still there. He seemed to get nervous when the Hispanic guy put his hands down his shorts and began to grind his crotch into Bashful. At that point Bashful looked over at me again…I grinned and gave him a look that said “Its ok”, and he seemed relieved.

They continued to mess around for another five minutes until Hispanic Guy’s put his hand on the back of Bashful’s neck trying to get him to go down on him. Bashful protested by saying something in Hispanic Guy’s ear and the guy immediately turned to look at me over his shoulder. I simply raised my beer bottle “Hello” at him. Hispanic Guy was not happy, but he put his junk back in his shorts and moved on. I finished my beer, winked at Bashful and left.

When I got home, I sent a text message to Bashful telling him that I would be at his apartment at 5:00. He was to be all cleaned and pre-lubed at that time. I also told him that I expect him to be a man and take the pain like a man. He could grunt and moan all he wanted but he was not to speak unless I asked him a question. He responded with a simple text that said,

Bashful: “Yes Sir”

I arrived at the appointed time and sent Bashful a text telling him that I was downstairs. He came down and let me in the building…I could tell that he was nervous and excited all at that same time. I followed him to the elevator, and stayed behind him the whole time so that he could not see me.

He looked at me for the first time once we were alone in his apartment. I did not say a word… just motioned for him to turn around so that his back was to me. In one motion, I grabbed his kaki shorts and yanked them down to his ankles… he was not wearing any underwear. I then lifted his t-shirt half over his head, but not off. I told him to brace himself against the wall with his butt sticking out.

I made him stand there like that while I took off my shoes and shirt. I purposefully took my time undoing my pants, making sure that my belt buckled clanked a few times and that he could hear me lower my sipper. At this point there was a slight tremble in his legs.

Bashful jumped slightly as I reached to feel his hole. It was indeed well lubed. More for show than anything I loudly spat in the palm of my hand and rubbed on the fat head of my cock. When I placed the head at Bashful’s puckered hole, the trembling in his legs became much more pronounced as the anticipation of the pain began to unnerve him.

Me: “Relax Bashful… and let me in… ok?”

He shook his head “Yes” and steeled himself for the entry of my cock. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down his hole a couple of times before pressing the head in at the center of his hole.

Bashful took the head of my cock with a loud grunt. I waited for him to adjust a bit… he was panting heavily as he dealt with the pain. I pulled the head out, and then pushed back in again… this time going a little deeper. Again Bashful grunted and started to pull away.

Me: “Come back here… don’t run… take it… you are a man… take it”

In response, Bashful not only came back, but I guess he decided to get all of the pain over with at once because he rammed back hard on my cock…literally skewering himself on my cock…with that Bashful let out a loud

Bashful: “AW Shit!”…”AW Fuck That Hurts…Sir”

Me: “I said NO TALKING”

And with that I pulled almost all the way out and shoved back in hard. Bashful grunted and grunted but he did not talk any more.

When It seemed that he had adjusted to the pain, I found an nice steady fuck rhythm. For a bit, the only sound in the whole apartment was the sounds of my thighs and balls slapping against Bashful’s ass and his grunts and moans that were in time with my thrusts.

I fucked Bashful like this for a good ten minutes…until his whole was completely open to me and he could feel pleasure instead of pain. Then I pulled out of him and put him on his knees and made him suck my cock…ass juice and all. He was hesitant at first, but took my cock into his mouth started sucking. I put my hand on the back of his head and began to face fuck him. This… he could not handle so well. After the third deep thrust into his throat, Bashful came off my cock and sprinted to the bathroom which fortunately was close. He just made the toilet as he threw up.

I waited outside the bathroom for him as he went through the dry heaves. To his credit, he quickly took a hit of mouth wash and then came back out into the hall way…dropped back to knees and opened his mouth for more throat fucking. I was impressed with his willingness to go right back at it…but the whole mouthwash thing reminded me of his Nerdiness.

After the throat fuck, I moved Bashful to his bedroom (bed made…everything in its place with labels…yeah…labels). I put Bashful on his knees with his chest down on the mattress. I lined up my cock and by this time he was so open that I did not even use my hand to guide my cock in. I fucked him steadily like this for another ten minutes, then flipped him over on his back. I pressed his legs back against his chest and power fucked him hard. Bashful just stared at me with a sort of dazed look in his eyes and his mouth and beard still wet with excess saliva from the face fucking. He did not make a sound in this position… he just stared and kept gripping my biceps with both hands…sporting a six inch hard-on that jumped each time I bottomed out in his ass. He felt Amazingly good!

I was soon ready to cum but I did not want to breed him on his back. For some reason I tend to cum harder and longer in doggy style. I put him back on his knees and , gripped his narrow hips and started pounding him balls deep. This angle must have been better for working his prostate because he was by far more responsive in this position than any other.

I had picked up the tempo and was building to unload in him when I felt his body convulse. I thought I knew what that was, but at that point I was too focused on dropping my four day load to care.

Within about ten more strokes, I passed that point of no return and I relaxed into a GREAT SHOOT! You know the kind that just seems to keep flowing and flowing and flowing out of you. With each pump more and more endorphins are released and you have the completely satisfied feeling. When I pulled out of Bashful, a river of very thick white cum trailed out of his very open hole and down his balls.

At this point, Bashful collapsed on the bed exhausted. I went into the bathroom and retrieved a damp wash cloth and came back to clean Bashful up a bit. When I had him turn over on his back, I could see that the convulsion he had at the end was exactly what I thought it was… there was a huge wet spot under him where he had shot his load while I fucked him in the ass.

After cleaning up a bit, I retrieved my clothes in the hallway and got dressed. Before I left, I looked in on Bashful… he had gotten under the covers and gone to sleep. At about 10:00 PM that night I received a text from Bashful

Bashful: “Please use this cumdump again Sir”

Power Fuck

Last week I finally got with a local Washington guy that I had chatted with for some time. I called this post “Power Fuck” because this guy happens to be the Executive Director for a well known organization.

The “Executive” as I will call him here actually has a partner…another high powered person…who lives in Texas. According to him, they have been together for five years, but have been conducting a “long distance relationship” for only about a year now since he landed the big chair here in Washington. They are supposed to be monogamous, but it is really more of a “don’t ask/don’t tell” thing.

The Executive is kind of short white man at only 5’8”… not that 5’8 is all that short, I guess I just expected him to be taller. He is 38 to 40 year old and very much has that “Larry the Cable Guy” thing going on where he is thick, but not fat… no belly overhang, but you cant see his oblique or six pack either…decent bicep and traps…so he works out regularly… light brown hair with well trimmed goatee. If you have been reading this blog you know that this is the type that I go for the most.

I think he waxes because his body hair was SOOO TOO PERFECT! It started at his upper chest, covered the middle of his stomach, but none on the sides and feathered perfectly into his tightly trimmed pubic hair that incased a solid 7” cut cock and a pair of fat, hairless balls…YUMMM! There was no hair on his back or his butt, but his legs were covered in hair. It was obvious that the uuhmm… runway was cleared for a Smooth approach and landing… sort of speak.

I also need to take a moment and describe his ass. Most guys that I have been with who have this body type have a full to fleshy ass. In other words, if the were to jump up and down there would be some butt jiggle. Not the Executive… man I am here to tell ya…that ass was a firm muscle ass with a tight curve flanked by two huge dimples. This guy would have no problem picking grapes from the vine with that ass!

As I said before, we had been chatting for weeks but with his schedule and my schedule hooking up was not looking good. I definitely wanted to get into this guy, but if it is not meant to be then so be it. I had decided to not waist anymore time with the endless… albeit hot…chatting sessions. So when he IM me last week I ignored him. He tried again about ten minutes later and I simply wrote:

Me: “Look, the only thing I am interested in hearing from you is that you will be ready for me on Thursday at noon…I don’t want to hear your bullshit about having to work cause if you really are the Exec Dir you can work your schedule around taking dick for an hour”

It was a long time…probably 30 or 40 minutes before his reply came

Exec: “Yes Sir, Thursday at noon I will ready for you to fuck me…Sir”

Me: “When I say ready, I mean you answer the door naked, your hole already lubed and worked open with a butt plug”

His response was simply his address.

To be honest…I did not have the slightest idea if he was serious or not, or if he would actually go through with it. Nonetheless, since I put it out there, I had to hold up my end and actually show up

I arrived at his building a few minutes before noon, found his name on the building roster and punched in the code for his condo. I stood there waiting… feeling like an idiot for about 20 seconds. Just as I was about to turn and leave, I heard a voice on the box say

Exec: “Hello”

Having never heard his voice, I had no idea if this was him or not… but I decided to go for broke.

ME: “Open the door Boy”

Exec: “Yes Sir, condo XXX The door is unlocked”

I took the elevator to his floor, found the condo and, sure enough, the door opened when I turned the knob.

His place was definitely high end. It was one of those old school buildings that was refurbished into loft like condos with high ceilings and the original huge school window. I looked to my right and saw a very modern looking great room that combined both the kitchen and living room. Then I looked to my left and saw him rather timidly sitting naked on a bed in a bedroom at the end of a short hallway. He looked great!

During our many chats, we often slipped into the Daddy/boy thing…other times Dom/sub and sometimes just regular fuck buddy. I guess from the way this meeting came about, I felt that this would be much more a Dom/Sub fuck.

As I walked into his bedroom he kept his eye on me…up until the point I slapped him very hard across the face

Me: “You don’t look at me unless I tell you to… is that clear?”

I was flying blind here… I did not know what his response would be… I mean after all I am sure that his pay grade is well above mine. I did not have to wait long to find out.

The hard slap definitely took him by surprise and there was that brief moment when it looked like he was working out in his head what had just happened. Then he not only stopped looking at me but actually lowered his head and dropped to his knees as well. This plus, the fact that his 7” soldier was now standing at full attention, told me that Dom/Sub was exactly what he needed.

The dark side of my sexual personality began to come out again. As I undressed, I contemplated him there on his knees…open to about anything I wanted to do to him. By the time I pulled off my underwear, my boner was rock solid.

I grabbed his head, forced the big head of my fat cock into his mouth and proceeded to force fuck his mouth as hard as I could. He fought and struggled to get away as he began to gag instantly. After about three sharp stabs to the back of his throat he worked his head free from my grip and scrambled to get away from me. He tried to get to his feet but I kicked him hard in the ass which knocked him off balance and he fell hard to the floor. Sprawled out on the floor I stepped toward him. He sensed me coming and he rolled onto his back and tried to keep me away with his kicking feet. I simply grabbed his right ankle with both hands and dragged him across the carpeted floor back to the bed. He was still kicking my with his free leg so while still holding his right ankle, I put my left foot on his balls and pressed down firmly…he stopped kicking me.

He was now looking at me again so I pressed harder on his balls…he groaned through gritting teeth and rather defiantly looked away. Again… I was not sure if I was going too far with him, but even with my foot hard on his balls, he was still rock hard…So I told myself…yeah told myself…that he likes it and that it is what he needs.

Without saying a word, I reached down and grabbed his balls with my left hand after I removed my foot. I literally made him turn over onto his knees again by twisting and squeezing his balls…this made him sort of scream for the first time.

Now on his hands and knees I moved him around by the balls. I moved him enough so that I could reach the lube he had on the night stand with my other hand. Flicking the cap of the lube open, I squeeze a bunch of it into the crack of his ass. I then began to assault his hole with my fingers…roughly working them in and out of his hole…getting him read to take my fat black cock.

As I was working his hole he was sort of doing this cross between moaning and grunting that sounded so guttural…animalistic…and it was driving me crazy with desire. I had to get in him now or risk shooting my load without even fucking him.

Still pulling on his balls, I removed my fingers from his hole and positioned my cock head at his opening. In retrospect, I guess there was really no reason to continue to pull on his balls in that he was not fighting me any more, and he was still rock hard…I kept hold of them anyway because something about the idea of burying my fat cock deep in this guy while pulling on his balls seemed really hot to me.

He was tight! I am sure tighter than usual because I was pulling on his balls at the same time I was trying to push my fatty into his ass. I would like to say that I was able to get in him all the way and fucked him good while still pulling on his balls…but that was not the case. The pain was too much for him and he went flat on his stomach. I had a choice, I could keep my grip on his balls and let my cock slip out…or I could let his balls go and focus of getting deep in him. I chose his ass over his balls.

When I let go of his balls, and stopped pushing my cock into him…he relaxed enough that his hole could adjust to my size and I slowly sank balls deep into him. When I hit rock bottom… he groaned and said

Exec: “Yeeesss Sirrrr”

From there, I held him down by placing both my hands on the back of his shoulder blades and fucked him steadily with my hips for a solid ten minutes non-stopped. By then it was time for more lube. I pulled out and told him to roll over…he did so obediently. He also remembered to not look at me, and he turned his head to the side and sort of stared off into the distance while I applied more lube and re-entered him with his legs hoisted up on my shoulders. He was still hard, but not as hard as he seemed before… or maybe it was just the angle from which I was now seeing his cock…don’t know. Nonetheless, I squirted a little lube on his cock and told him to stroke his cock while I fucked him.

The Executive seemed to enjoy this position much better. His eyes were closed, head thrown back and his mouth was open. He would grunt each time I would hit bottom on the down stroke and he jerked his cock sort of in time with my fucking him in that each time I would good deep, he would jerk about five fast strokes and when I pulled back he would jerk slow…kind of different…but I like that.

I fucked him like this for about another ten minutes before I was ready to cum. When we had chatted online, we had talked about fucking bare, but I can’t remember if we discussed breeding. It did not really matter. I had planned on breeding him from the start.

The last ten to fifteen strokes I had picked up the pace… I wanted him to know that my cum would be in him soon. With the pickup in tempo…so did his breathing… he was like almost gasping for air and he even stopped stroking his cock…maybe he did not expect to be bred???

On the last stroke, I stayed buried deep in him and grunted as the first shot of cum left my body and entered his. I held perfectly still cause the only movement I wanted him to feel was the twitching and spasm of my cock as I dumped a full load of cum into his guts. When I finished, I opened my eyes to see him staring directly at me. Without missing a beat, I said,

Me: “You are my bitch now…you belong to me”

Still with a rather stunned look on his face…he silently mouthed the words

Exec: “Yes Sir”

Then I said

Me: “You are not done yet”

With that I pulled out of him in one motion and moved to straddle his head, my dripping cock dangling in front of his face. He understood instantly. He opened his mouth and engulfed as much of my cock as he could. I had had a hunch, and when I looked back over my shoulder I found confirmation that I was exactly right. As he cleaned my cum and his ass juice off my cock with his mouth, he was stroking his once again rock hard cock. Honestly, it took him less than thirty seconds to shoot a massive load. The first spurt hit me square in the middle of my back.

I made him go get me a towel and clean off my back. Then I told him to put his hands keep his head down and stand over in the corner while I dressed.

When fully dressed, I was about to leave but then a thought came to me and I acted on it. I reached into my wallet, pulled out a $20.00 bill…walked over to him and stuck it in the crease of his ass cheeks where my cum load had already begun to leak out. This simple act made him begin to shutter and shake. I don’t know what reaction I expected…hell, I don’t even know why I thought to do it in the first place…but I was not expecting that response. Clearly, this whole hookup ended up being as much of a “mind fuck” as it was any other kind of fuck.

On the following Sunday, I decided to send him an email to see if he would respond…if he is ok…pissed off… what? The email I sent simply said

Hi,
It was a pretty intense session. Just checking to see if you are ok?

I received a response later Sunday evening that said

It was not what I expected and I am not sure how I feel about it yet. I am confused. Obviously you tapped into something that I really did not know was there nor do I know what it says about me or about my relationship Brad. I am still sorting things out, but would like to talk to you about it over a coffee maybe next week.

Sorry... Just A Little Freaked

Hey guys. Obviously I have not posted anything in a few weeks now, but I will soon...hopefully.

To be honest... no sooner did I make that last post and then the big Catholic Priest Sex scandal hit full stride. Now I know that my fucking a Priest and the Priest sex scandal are only tangentially related at best...still somehow...strangly...I felt involved in the scandal. Silly? Perhaps... but nonethless a real emotion for me.

Interstingly, I noticed that "Anonhole" deleted his profile on the hookup site. If I was freaked out... I can only imagine what he must be going through. At times I find myself wanting to talk to him about what we did... about the scandal... about the church... but then when I really think about it...I would not know what to say. I guess, in short, I feel really bad for him and other Priest like him... I mean it is one thing to be in the closet, but being a Priest has to take that whole closet thing to a whole new level.

Anyway, I have had a few other encounters since then but each time when I would start to think about writing about them here, I would start thinking about the whole Priest thing again. Please take this meger post as a sign that I am getting over it... or more appropriately...am getting over myself. After all... shit happens.

Holy Shit

I was trading emails not long ago with Bikeguy. I was admiring his blog and the way he writes just about the sex. I told him that I was going to try to do that…write just about the sex. I will have to try and do that on the next post Bikeguy… could not do it with this one.

I have delayed this particular post because it troubles me somewhat. However, as many of you know by now, this blog is as much about my own therapy as it is anything else. Additionally, several of you have taken to sharing with me, here or in direct emails, your comments, thoughts and different perspectives on the things you read in this blog. I have found almost all of your “reader input” to be most helpful. Consequently, I have decided to go ahead with this post and see what you all think.

A few weeks ago I was in Maine. If you have been reading this blog from the beginning you know that for a black muscled out top, finding a hookup in Maine is like shooting fish in a barrel. That is not at all meant to be disparaging toward men in Maine… it is more a commentary on the scarcity of black gay men in such a predominately white state.

Anyway, I have a good friend there who is a closet gay, and he knows of my proclivity for hot white ass.

I was there on a Thursday night. I had just unpacked my gear, setup the computer and logged on to one of the online sights. Within three minutes I had an IM from “Anonhole” who is a guy with whom I had chatted with before but decided to not hookup with him because, frankly, his pic was not that appealing to me. His IM went something like this:

Anonhole: “Hey 3B, how are you? Are you looking for some hot ass tonight cause if you are I am available and our MUTUAL friend ‘AlphaDog’ told me that I NEED to get with you”

Ok, a bit of background. AlphDog is my very good friend in Maine. He is gay, but very much on the Down Low. You know… one of those guys who has a great profile online, but NO picture… Yeah, I hate that too. Anyway, AlphDog is a middle aged white man with a huge cock that can never seem to get enough sex… male or female. He is very respected in the community, seems to know everyone and somehow, he always has the inside story on anything important. Over the three years that I have known him, I have come to trust what he says.

I had no idea that Anonhole knew AlphaDog, or if AlphaDog knew that Anonhole and I had chatted before. All I knew was that I was horny and probably would not have agreed to hookup with Anonhole except for he referenced AlphaDog. I made sure of the particulars…the nonsmoking thing… the thick cock thing… and oh yeah, the bareback thing. He passed muster and I gave him the hotel address and room number.

Ninety minutes later there is a knock at my hotel room door. I open the door and am DUMBSTRUCK. The guy standing in the door is about 30yo, Sandy brown hair, slim build with that guy next-door look. Not the guy in the picture at all, and I recognized him as the priest of a parish in a town about an hour North of where I was. A little over a year ago I had a brief work assignment near that town and had attended Service at the very where he serves. I felt bad after service because I spent most of the service wondering if he was gay. Some guys you just get a vibe about… and that Sunday I had the vibe about him… or maybe it was that I was particularly horny that day. Whatever the reason he made an impression on me then, and I quickly recognized him in the door of my hotel room. Now you see why I have been troubled about writing this post about … you all know that I fucked him!

Like most scumbags who post either fake pictures or pictures from several years ago, he did not walk in as soon as I opened the door. Instead, he stood there a moment waiting for some signal from me that I would play with him even though he was not the guy in the online

The work that I do requires that I minimize outward expressions of emotions. So the fact that a priest was at my door for the express purpose of being butt fucked… registered nothing on the outside… but all hell was breaking lose on the inside. Nonetheless, within a couple of seconds, my dick decided that… yes… I would fuck him… and yes, I would let him know that I know who and what he is.

Me: “Come in… I have been wanting to get with you for a while now ‘Mike’”

Now it was his turn for a surprise as he slowly walked through the door wondering how I knew his real name. As I closed the door he turned to ask me the question but I answered before he could get the words out

Me: “Our mutual friend AlphaDog mentioned you by name when we spoke last”

This was not true, but turning the table on him was not only enjoyable, it sort of set the tone that I was in control. Seeing him mentally go through the thought process of wondering if Alpha had also told me that he is a priest…frankly… made my dick super hard. Normally I hate the head games that guys play, but I found the head-trip I was putting him through to be as good ad foreplay for me.

We made polite small talk as we both undressed. I made it a point to do all I could to get him to come down from his state of high alert… only to enhance the effect of lowering the boom just a few minutes later.

When naked, he stepped to me confidently… which told me that I had been successful in getting him to lower his defenses. We kissed passionately and I must have told him during a previous chat that my Right nip, in particular, is the “On” switch cause after breaking the kiss, his tong went directly to that nip and worked it like a pro. Not that I needed it… my cock was already sticking straight out and hard as steel.

He soon dropped to his knees, said something stupid about how big and fat my cock is before opening his mouth extra wide and taking it in. I have to admit… dude could suck some cock… no teeth… strong lip pressure at the base… “and honey, that tong danced like nobody was watchin” (sorry for the campy gay line).

After a couple minutes of letting him do his thing, I caught the back of his head with my Right hand and started to face fuck him… hard! He was good and initially could take the head of my cock down his throat with out gagging…initially is the operative word here… after about a minute of solid, nonstop thrusting of my fat cock down his throat… it started to get the best of him. That slimy phlegm was all over my cock and dripping down his chin. His hands went from stroking the back of my thighs, to pushing on the front of my thighs, trying to get away. We struggled like this a bit more thrusts before I let him go.

I gave him a few seconds to catch his breath and sort of regain himself. He was on the floor on hands and knees, breathing hard. I stood above him stroking my slimy cock

Me: “Get on the bed… on your back”

Anonhole: “I do better if I start out on my knees”

I did not say a word… I just looked him directly in the eyes and shook my head “No”.

He caught the change in my demeanor and instead of arguing, he did as he was told.

On the bed with his legs pulled to his chest and a pillow under his ass, his hole was at the perfect angle for me to get the deepest penetration. I spit on his hole three times and once on my still slimy cock head and placed it at his opening. Before I entered him I looked him in the eye… I smiled and I waited for him to relax and smile back at me… then I lowered the boom.

Me: “I really enjoyed your homily last year Father Mike”

When he heard “Father”, his smile was instantly gone and it was at that very moment that I sank deep into him with a powerful thrust. I know it hurt him as he yelled out in pain.

I honestly did not know what his reaction would be… what he would say… if I would respond if he told me to stop…this was a priest after all, a position that I have always respected… so instead of waiting after that initial thrust to let his hole adjust to my girth, I just went for it. Leaning forward I pressed and held his knees to his chest and use the power in my hips quads and hamstrings to assault his hole… useing my fat cock like a battering ram.

Anonhole was loud. With every down stroke he yelled “Aah, Aah, Aah”. And things like

Anonhole: “ya...aa…oo …arrr…ripp…nn…eee ….plll…eee…zz”

I knew I was hurting him… and yeah… I feel terrible now, but I had slipped into that dark side of my sexual personality that feeds on the aggression. Even though he was very loud, I could not hear him… I mean, I could… but I couldn’t… probably does not make sense… it is hard to explain.

I think I fucked him like this for only about three minutes until I felt the hard slap from his right hand across my face. As quick as I went to the dark place, I back to myself and quickly pulled out of him with an audible pop. As soon as I let his legs go, he immediately put his hands over his hole and clamped his legs together…rolling onto his side.

I flopped down on my back beside him. Neither one of us said anything for about two minutes. I broke the silence with

Me: “Are you ok?”

Anonhole said nothing, he got off the bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I beat myself up in my head pretty good while he was in there. When he came out, he walked over and sat next to me on the bed. Staring at the bedroom wall he said

Anonhole: “So… you know”

Me: “Yeah, I know… I have been to your church before”

Anonhole: “So what the fuck was that…some kind of punishment?”

Me: “No…at least that is not what I intended it to be…I…I am sorry…sometimes, I get carried away… I am so very sorry”

After another long pause, he said

Anonhole: “Look, I don’t know what you think about priests… but we too are human”

Me: “I realize that”

Anonhole: “Contrary to what you may think about me…. About… this…I don’t do this a lot. Maybe a couple times in a year… and usually only through another person who…who knows me well…knows about me… mostly other priests like me”

Me: “And your profile?”

Anonhole: “I just chat there…until now I have never met up with anyone on there and only did this time because…well ya know…Dennis (AlphaDog)… I don’t even have my real picture up there, obviously” he said with a slight smirk. Most times when I am horny, I get on there chat, look at pictures and beat off…usually that is enough for me.”

Me: “Look...Fa…whatever, I am sorry for being so rough… in my head I was going back and forth between being extremely turned on that I was fucking a priest to seeing myself burning in hell…and it was just… a reaction… like a kid who cant handle and emotional situation and lashes out aggressively cause he knows nothing else…I don’t know…ya know?”

Anonhole: “I forgive you and I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me”

Me: “Forgive you for what?”

Anonhole: “For giving in to my carnal desire… for not being the Shepard that God intends for me to be to you and others”

Me: “Look Father, lets not do this now… not while we are sitting naked on a bed that we just fucked on”

Anonhole: “Agreed… some other time”

Me: “I will say this…the fact that I met you like this… makes me a stronger believer because as you sit here on my bed…freshly fucked… there is no denying that in addition to being one of God’s chosen, you are also gay… just like me.”

With that said, Anonhole turned and looked at me for the first time since he came out of the bathroom. He said nothing, but leaned over and kissed me with one of the most passionate kisses I have ever had.

With that we proceed to… well… I know some of you are going to hat this but… we did not fuck… we just sort of made out for the next hour. Before he left, we did manage to suck each other off… but the fuckin was done for the night…which…all things considered…was totally cool with me. By the way, the good Father delivered a MONSTER load…very tasty too.

In retrospect, I wish I had not fucked the priest for a couple of reasons. First, I just have a problem with it in my head…but like the good Father said, they are human too…I am just torn there. Second, I cant remember ever slipping over to the dark side like that so quickly and deeply. I truly fear that if he had not hit me when he did, I could have done some serious damage. Look, I like aggressive sex… no doubt… but I am not out to hurt anyone…especially in a situation when I am sort of out of control.

Sorry about this very long post that is more psycho than sex…but as I stated when I started this blog… I am writing it for me… to help me deal with my shit… you are welcome to read, comment and all that…and I will try to write shorter “just the sex” post…but I needed to get this one out of my head.

Painter Guy

It is 8:30 PM, the Oscars are coming on and I just saw my most recent fuck out of my hotel room door. This is a first, as I never write these things right after the event, but I read one of my favorite blogs earlier today and it was apparent that author wrote it right after the hookup. I liked that perspective and thought I would try it the next time. I did not know that the next time would be tonight.

I arrived at my hotel room around 3:00 and got settled. I was online seeing what Knoxville, TN had to offer. After about 30 minutes a 30 year old white painter was on his way to my hotel. He was the type I like… not fat, just a thick, corn fed farm boy type.

During our back and forward online, he said that he is mostly a bottom and wanted to get fuck. I told him that would be happy to fuck him silly but I only fuck bareback. He was hesitant at first, but he really wanted to get some of my fat cock, so he agreed.

It took him awhile to get here, but I was pretty sure that he would show up so I did not worry about it. At about 6:30 there was the familiar soft knock at my door. I opened it to find the 5’11”, spiky haired painter in blue jeans, t-shirt and North Face Jacket.

Without hesitation, he walked in and immediately started to take off his clothes… truly the perfect bottom so far.

As soon as he was naked, he came back to me and started kissing and lightly tweaking my nipples. At the same time, I reached around and felt up his very round ass… making it a point to probe his hole with my middle finger. Without lube, this probing was uncomfortable… as intended. He paused for only a moment but then continued to kiss and work my nipples.

I told him to get on the bed and wait for me. He did as told, never taking his eyes off of me.

I took that moment to turn off my phone and the television. I then stood by the bed and slowly took my clothes off.

When I was naked, I joined him on the bed, laying on my back. He immediately began licking and sucking my nipples and rubbing his naked body against mine. I let him do this for a few minutes and then changed position so that his ass was on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging over. I grabbed the bottle of lube that I had put on the night stand, and knelt between his open legs. With my left hand I began working his average sized cock and with my lubed right hand I worked his hole open.

I was pleased to find that his hole, although very tight at first, opened right up after a couple minutes to the point where I had three fingers in him. He was taking it, but it was obviously a struggle.

After a few more minutes of this I had him ready to be fucked, but I was not even close to hard yet. For a moment, I thought the fuck would be a bust… ya know, shit happens sometimes. But then I used a trick that I learned from a book on how men can become multi-orgasmic… no shit…it is call Sexual Ku Fu, of all things. (send me an email if you would like the title and author – blk4whtass@live.com)

I told him to lay flat on his stomach, and I crawled on top of him. I placed my still soft cock in the crease of his ass and began to dry hump him. Painter Guy soon picked up the rhythm and was moving his as in time to meet my thrust… it started to feel good to me. I stopped for a moment and added some lube to my cock and continued to hump his ass. I was getting slightly harder but I was actually closer to cumming than I was to getting hard. This is where the Sexual Kung Fu technique comes in. There is a brief moment between the Point of No Return and the Point of Ejaculation. The Point of No Return, is in fact the Orgasm… the Ejaculation almost immediately follows orgasm… almost is the key word. With SUBSTANTIAL practice you can catch yourself between orgasm and ejaculation and basically feel the high of cumming without cumming. Anyway, the point is, after you keep from shooting your load, your cock becomes ROCK hard…because you did not cum

Yes… I have practiced this … and do practice this all of the time…and tonight, once again, it paid off. I hit that spot between orgasm and ejaculation and became instantly rock hard and immediately sunk ball deep into Painter guy who let out a loud,

Painter “OH FUCK!”

I fucked him on his belly for a very long time, then I fucked him doggy style for even longer. We took a short break so that he could catch his breath… and then I fucked him standing with him bent over and holding his ankles. I fucked him for a little more than 45 minutes with only a few breaks to change positions.

It was the bending over and grabbing his ankles position that finally did him in and he waved the white flag. I was still rock hard… which is the down side to Sexual Kung Fu… after I do it a few time in the same fuck session, I end up not being able to cum even when I want to. So I did not breed Painter Guy even though he repeatedly asked me to mark him.

I was determined that at least one of us was going to cum tonight. I put Painter Guy on his back and I put the head of my still hard cock in his hole. I also raised his ass up so that I could angle the head of my cock right at his prostate. Painter Guy did not need any further instruction as he instantly started stroking his cock once I found THE spot. It took him less than a minute to paint his stomach with his creamy load. Being the Oral Top that I am, I licked it up…savoring the great taste and then fed it to him in a passionate kiss.

As I said in the beginning…Painter Guy left just as the Red Carpet show began… now that was good timing.

Jersey Boy

I was in NJ a couple of days last week for work. As is my practice when going to a place where I do not already have connections for quality ass, I change my location on the popular hookup sites to the city where I am going a few days in advance of my arrival. This process usually ends with having at least one planned hookup which works out only half of the time, but it is better than hitting the ground cold.

This time, I am happy to say, it worked out in a big way. A very good looking… “cub”… I think is what someone like him is called now. If you have been reading this blog you know that “Larry The Cable Guy” is kind of the type of male body that I really like. Well this guy… whom I will call Jersey Boy… is a bit smaller. He is a 5’ 9” 150lbs 28 year old man with a very close cut beard and hair all over the front of him but hardly any on his back or ass…HOT! In addition to his ruggedness, he has deep dimples frame his smile and kicks him in to the gorgeous category…. That’s right, you don’t usually hear that kind of description from me but what can I say… the guys was very good looking although he could have used some more muscle…You knew I would have to find something wrong didn’t you? Oh yeah, and he had brown hair eyes. Now… if he had been a red head… looking like he looks… I would not be writing about him in this blog now because I would still be fucking six days later… non-stop…seriously.

Anyway, we had chatted online a few days prior to my arriving in NJ. I had told him that Thursday night would be the best night for me and we made arrangements to meet at my hotel room around 9:00 PM.

I knew that it was going to be a good night because all on his own, he made it a point to text throughout the early evening updating me on his progress and preparation, like:

JB txt 1: “Home from work now Sir. May begin to prepare myself for you Sir?”

JB txt 2: “I am all cleaned out for you Sir. Do you want me to pre-lube your hole Sir?”

Like any good submissive bottom, Jersey Boy knocked at my hotel room door exactly at 9:00 PM. I opened the door and he stood there allowing me to look him over good before stepping aside and motioning for him to enter the room. Again, like a good Sub, once he entered the room he said nothing unless asked a question or directed to speak. Clearly, someone had trained this boy well.

After closing the door, I walked up to him, looked him in the eye and said,

Me: “This is going to be a little rough, but I wont seriously hurt you. Do you understand?”

Jersey Boy had a somewhat nervous look on his face but said

JB: “Yes Sir”

Me: “I need you to let go, forget self, and give your entire body to me. Do you understand?

And after a brief pause

JB: “Yes Sir, please use me for your pleasure Sir”

Me: “Good boy. Get undressed”

I stayed fully dressed while he quickly took off all of his clothes and neatly folded and stacked them on the floor against the wall. When he turned to put his clothes neatly out of the way is when I noticed that his whole backside was virtually hairless in direct contrast to his very hairy front. I don’t know why, but the sight of that made me instantly hard.

After his cloths were put out of the way he came back and stood in front of me. I immediately slapped him as hard as I could across the face with my open hand. The blow caught him be surprise and knocked him back a half step. He started to raise his hand to struck side of his face but he caught himself and quickly came back to stand in front of me with his eyes down. I hit him again, just as hard as the first time, but he was expecting this one and withstood the blow much better than the first.

Me: “Gen on your knees boy”

Jersey Boy quickly dropped to his knees. His mouth was only inches from my now bulging crotch. I continued to slap him three more times hard until I could see that his eyes had begun to water. I know that I am a sick fuck, but hitting him until his eyes watered made me crazy hard and ready to fuck like a mad bull. I have never considered myself as someone who is into S&M, and I still don’t. I am not usually this rough, but for some reason I was feeling overly aggressive and dominate and the thought of beating this guy down before I took my pleasure in his ass just made me very, very hot. We had chatted briefly about it being an aggressive scene before hand, but in hind sight, Jersey Boy probably did not think it would be this aggressive… I sure didn’t. Had either of us planned on this, I am sure we would have done things like come up with a “Safe Word” or something… but none of that was in play here… we were flying blind.

As the first tear rolled down his right cheek, I started to undo my pants and told him to open his mouth. When I lowered my jeans and underwear, my fat black cock sprang free and I shoved hard to the back of his throat in one motion… he gagged on my cock and coughed up that filmy throat phlem all over my cock and balls. Throat phlem is almost as good a lube as cum. Since Jersey Boy hawked up a lot of it after a few minutes of throat fucking I changed my plan and decided to enter him now.

I helped Jersey Boy off his knees, spun him around and made him bend over and grab his anckels JB was still hacking and coughing as I gripped his hips firmly in both hands and took careful aim at the center of his puckered hole. In one fluid motion, I speared hid hole open with a powerful jab of my cock and pushed all the way in him. JB cried out in pain and he buckled at the knees. I was holding his ass onto my cock by a firm grip of his hips. He was scrambling hard to get away from the harp pain. I held him place for only a few seconds before letting him go and pulling my cock out of his ass.

He landed on the bed and curled up in the fetal position with his back to me. I took the opportunity to finish getting undressed.

Once naked, I returned to JB on the bed who was still in the fetal position, but obviously in much less pain now. I realized that spearing him like that is dangerous and wanted to make sure that I did not tear any skin tissue. Pulling his ass cheeks apart I gave JB a close examination and lightly fingered him looking for any signs of blood.

It appeared that JB was not only ok, but he began to moan from the fingering I was giving him. What started out as a careful examination, turned into an aggressive multiple finger fucking. I was able to get four fingers in him up to the second knuckle. With over half of my big hand in JB he was feeling some discomfort which again made me hard again.

With my right hand stuck up his ass, I started slapping his left ass cheek hard with my left hand. The redder his ass turned, the hard my cock got. I looked up at JB’s face… he had his eyes shut tight, gritting his teeth and making the sexiest grunting noises… I simply could not hold back any more…I wanted to be in him

I pulled my hand from his ass and made him raise to his knees while keeping his chest down on the mattress. I quickly lubed his hold with a few globs of spit, positioned my cock at his hole and pushed into him.

JB’s hole felt AMAZING. Ya know how sometimes when you get into a bottom you cant really feel anything once you are past the outer ass ring… well not JB. His entire hole seemed to collapse around my cock.

I fucked him hard for a solid 15 minutes in this position with no stopping. For most of that time the only sound in the room was of my thighs slapping against his still cherry red ass cheeks along with the rhythmic yet muffled grunting coming from JB who’s face was buried in a pillow.

At about 16 minutes into this fuck, I could feel my orgasm approaching so I slowed the pace down… pushed him flat on his belly and kicked his legs wide apart. With my cock still burred deep in him, I grabbed his right arm and twisted it behind his back and then did the same with his left arm. I held his twisted arms in place with my hands and worked my cock in him hard with my hips.

Me: “Here it comes Boy… I am going to breed your ass now”

JB could not say anything through his gritted teeth from the pain of his arms twisted, legs spread wide and a fat black cock jammed deep into his bowels. However, what he could do is feel every pulse of me cock as I shot ribbon after ribbon of thick cum inside his ass.

As soon as I was empty, I released his arms and then carefully pulled my cock out of his ass. Jersey Boy had returned his face to the pillow and laid there motionless until I told him to roll over. Slowly he complied, and revealed a very impressive hard-on. I turned to look see his face and he was looking back at me with and expression that seemed to be saying “Please let me cum Sir”. I did not say a word… I just simply nodded my head in approval… he instantly began stroking his dick.

I noticed that he was staring at my dick which was still slick with cum and his ass juices. I decided to help him along and brought my still semi-hard cock to his mouth and said

Me: “Here Boy, clean the cock the cock that owns your ass”…”I just marked you as mine… belong to me now… you are my property”… “Now you are a nigger”

At the utterance of the word “nigger”, Jersey Boy grunted loudly with my cock in his mouth and shot the longest singly ribbon of cum that I have ever seen come out of a cock in one spurt. When it landed it stretched from his chin all the way down to his belly button. Whole body convolutions followed that huge stream of cum and Jersey Boy actually started to hyperventilate a bit.

I pulled my cock out of his mouth, cradled his head in my arms and pulled him close to me saying

Me: “Settle down, settle down… its alright… you are ok”

We laid like that for about 15 minutes until I realized that Jersey Boy had fallen asleep with his head resting gently on my shoulder. I have always been a firm believer in “cum and go”, but for some reason, this entire hookup had been out of the norm for me and to be honest…this gorgeous and totally submissive man resting peacefully next to me felt really good.

I have noticed that I am seeing several things about sex differently after spending several months having sex almost exclusively with a woman. I don’t really understand it… maybe…hopefully this blog… like in the past… can help me figure things out and come to a better/deeper understanding of my sexual self.

In case you are wondering, I did get up out of the bed long enough to turn off the lights and turn down the thermostat. Jersey Boy started to get up but I told him to stay there. When I returned to the bed I Jersey Boy curled up next to me and spent the night.

DC Blizzard

This is just a quick post… I hope. Ya know, I never know how long these posts are going to be when I start writing them. It all just depends on how I remember it … the level of detail… and then of course… as you all know… I can go off on tangents and rants from time to time. I guess it is because I am simply talking to you in my head and my fingers just type the words as I say them in my head… you see… another tangent.

This happened a couple of weeks ago during the snow storm we had in Washington DC, and everything was shut down. I was home all hunkered down over dosing on Xtube when I get a text message from a friend of mine named Paul asking me if I can come out and pick him up at the hospital and give him a ride home. He is a registered nurse and his shift was over. He had taken a cab to work before the snow go really bad, but twelve hours later no cab would come out in the storm.

I could include our conversation, but that would make this longer and take more time than I have to write this post. Lets just say that I was annoyed that he did not make provisions for the situation. It was very poor planning on his part.

He said that he called on me because I was the only one he knew with a four wheel drive truck that could make it through the snow. The real reason why he called on me is because he knew that I would not say “No” even though I should.

I should also tell you that we are not… I guess now I should say ‘were not’ fuck buddies, just friend friends. Although I had tried on one occasion to fuck him, he refused over the whole bareback thing. At the time I decided it was better to have a good friend rather than another notch on the bareback belt.

Long story short, I hauled my ass out in that fuckin blizzard all the way across the city and picked his sorry ass up. When he got in the truck he knew that I was PISSED. He did not even look at me… he knew better. As we pulled out of the parking lot he said

Paul: “Know that I have to make this up to you”

Me: “You know what I want”

Paul: “Yes, I know” he said still looking straight ahead

Me: “And you know how I want it… no bullshit”

Paul: “Yes, I know that you are going to fuck me… and I know that you are going to fuck me without a condom… Is there any chance that I you will cum ON me and not IN me?”

Me: “Not a fuckin chance”

After a few moments of silence

Paul: “Whatever”

Not another word was said for the next 40 minutes it took to get him home. Instead of dropping him off in front of his apartment building I parked illegally on the street. It was at that moment that he realized that I intended to collect right then.

Paul: “Oh come on… you don’t mean now do you?”

I just looked at him with a cold stare.

Paul: “Its not really convenient to do this in the middle of a fucking snow storm”

Me: “Please don’t talk to me about convenience Paul”

He really could not say much after that so we got out of the truck and made our way to his apartment.

Once in side, we took off our coats and boots. Paul went into the kitchen and came back with a cold Budwiser.

Paul: “Here make yourself comfortable maaasssterrr while I go make myself ready to be raped”. He said sarcastically. Undaunted, I said

Me: “Yeah whatever Bitch”

He took forever in the bathroom. I was sure that he was stalling in there…hoping that I would fall asleep or something. After about 40 minutes he emerges from the bathroom freshly showered and totally naked.

Now I have seen Paul naked plenty of times before at the gym where we occasionally work out together when schedules permit. But, he looked different this time. His 6’ frame, slightly above average build and narrow 32” waist looked very vulnerable. His normal swinging 8” cock and low hanging balls looked more like a healthy 6.5 incher.

Paul stood there nude in the dark living room with the light from the bathroom back-lighting his image. He did not say a word… he just looked at me and then simply walked toward the bedroom. I waited a couple of minutes and then followed him into the room. He was laying on his back on top of his still made bed and a large bath towel under his ass.

I stood by the bed and took off my cloths. He maintained eye contact with me the whole time. On the night stand were a bottle of lube and a condom… I think laying the condom out was his last form of protest.

When I crawled on the bed was the first time that Paul broke eye contact and he looked at my now fully porked out cock. He had never seen me fully erect. When I made eye contact with him again he clearly had a look of concern on his face. As I began to lift his legs up and get squarely into position to fuck him, he whispered

Paul: “Please don’t hurt… me”

By this time pure lust and excitement had replaced anger within me… and if I am to be totally honest… his whispering “Please don’t hurt me” made me want to hug him and reassure him that I would not hurt him. Instead, I just said

Me: “Don’t worry buddy…I am going to take it slow and take real good care of you… ok?”

Paul shook his head “Yes” and with that I reached for the lube.

I could go into great detail about the sex… but I wont cause Paul in not trick… but a very good friend of mine. I will just say that I took it real slow at first and after the first 5 minutes then he was totally open and I made love to him instead of simply fucking him. I know, I know... very "SAPPY" but to tell you different would be making shit up.

Over the course of the night…during the worst snow store DC has seen in decades… my good friend Paul came twice with my dick deep in him and he gladly took every drop of my cum inside of him.