Committed Pig

So it's fun that after throwing my last story to Breeding Jock Friday morning and the two of us start tossing around emails that I tell him about my night last night and he says ‘bro that’s pretty fucking hot!’ and suggests I write it up what we call a ‘mini fuck’, to post and share with the community on his blog.

Now since some guys might think I’m some crazy, random, made up person or a split personality of Breeding’s fractured mind, it’s nothing that interesting. We both lived in the DC/Baltimore area years ago at the same time and that’s how we know one another. I currently still live in the area and while most of my stories are based on my single days (I’ve been happy and committed to my partner for going on 3+ years) some things you can’t work out of your system simply by entering a relationship.

So there are days when I want nothing more then to go to a circuit party weekend and spend hours dancing and cutting up with my mates and even more hours in the darkroom getting my brains fucked out, sucking and eating loads, and then washing, rinsing, and repeating because that’s doing what I do best: having sex.  And there are days where my partner reminds me I can have the best of both worlds right at home.

So my partner and I wrap up our work days and hit the gym and kill our arms before heading home to clean up and grab some dinner. I didn’t feel like being domestic so we opted to eat out and hit up a favorite Thai place, had some grub and then headed home.

I started working on some budget projections for work in our office when out of no where my partner comes in and whispers in my ear “bend the fuck over.”

I turn around ready to deck him and he’s standing there buck naked, rock hard, and stroking his cock with this shit eating grin on his face.

So I stand up, he pulls my desk chair out of the way, I drop my sweats, bend over the desk and he lines his cock up with my hole after hocking some spit and fingering me a bit before he shoves his cock into me.

And right at that moment I’m in pig haven.

He fucks me just like I love being fucked, face down bent over something/anything with one hand gripping my left shoulder pulling me back down on his cock after each thrust and pull out while he slaps my ass with his free right hand ordering me to ‘milk my fucking cock babe! Yeah, come on, work your daddy's load so I can flood your hole! Fuck yeah, you like that cock don’t you bitch!?” and I work to pull and milk his rock hard cock with every muscle in my ass while jacking my uncut cock with my right hand and tweaking my left nip with my left.

At this point I could care less the window is open, our neighbors are home, or that we forgot to lock up our dog (who’s lying in the corner watching us fucking like animals for the millionth time with this bored expression on his face) and beg him to fuck and breed my hole.

The desk is knocking into the wall, my computer screens are shaking, my spreadsheets and budget docs are tearing under my face and falling off the table and all I cared about was his cock slamming in and out of my hole and that I could feel my load getting ready to blow.

“Ah fuck babe, I’m gonna blow, you close? You going to load me?”

“Not even close, go ahead and blow your load so I can really fuck you boy!”

So I do as I’m told and jack my cock even harder waiting for that sweet release (him waiting for my ass to spasm and tighten up milking his cock even more while I’m cumming) and when I can’t hold out anymore I left go of my cock, push up off the desk and grip the edge with both hands bending back over allowing me to really buck back on his cock while he fucks me and my cock flaps free blowing my load all over the floor.

“Ahh fuck babe I’m coming! Yeah, fuck my hole babe! Open me up and dump your load in me!”

“You want it?” SLAP “tell me you want it!” SLAP!

“I want it babe! Come on, feed your boy your load! Fuck babe give it to me!”

And he lets loose. He takes a half-step back before gripping both sides of my ass in a firm hold and starts jackhammer fucking my hole. I could feel his cock hit my prostate with each balls-deep trust and I’m loving each pleasure/pain-filled plunge of his cock in and out of me.

“I’m close babe, I’m gonna fucking flood your hole! Fuck, fuck, fuck babe take it!”

And as he comes I stand up a bit as he fucks upward and into me while wrapping his arms around me holding me down and pumps my ass full of his thick creamy load. I use my ass and pull and milk on his cock as best I can.  Both of us breathing like we just ran a 5k, a nice light sheen of sweat all over our bodies, and the feel of his still pulsing cock buried in my hole mixed with his warm wet load.

I bent over and collapsed back onto my desk not giving a shit that half my budget docs are now unreadable and my assistant is going to hate me in the morning for having to redo them all while basking in the afterglow of a hot fuck.

He slowly pulls out and I can fill some of his load drip out and slowly start sliding down my leg, he gives me a kiss on the cheek and says ‘ok, you can get back to your work now, I’m going to bed”.

And that gents is why I love this man and even in a committed relationship I still fuck like the pig that I am.

MM

Truth Is Better Than Fiction

Welcome back Mark, my married man friend from NYC.  He decided to share about his most recent hook up.

Received a response to a post from a guy who said he was 38, 6’2”, 210 lbs and who would love to bottom for a hung guy. We struck up a good email exchange, then phone exchange and agreed to meet up. He sent a pic of his spread ass which was incredibly hot but couldn’t send a face pic because of his job. When we spoke, he told me he was active duty, and knowing many military guys and am very familiar with that whole deal, I decided to meet him without seeing his face (which I rarely do).

So my engines are juiced and happen to drop a line with the ass pic to my good friend and told him how hard it was to concentrate on work, knowing I was going to be on this ass in a few hours.

He responded that the pic looked fake.

Fuck.

So I sent the guy a note and asked to meet him at a Starbucks in the city. My game plan was to hook up with him, hit a business dinner and then crash in a hotel in town for the night.

Now, not knowing what to expect, was kind of half-thinking that this was going to be a bust. I walk into Starbucks and since no one had their pants at their ankles showing me their shaved hole, I couldn’t really tell if the guy was there or not.

I grab an iced tea and pick up the Times, when I feel a hand on my elbow. I turn and this nice looking guy, dark hair, chest hair that was tufted up and above his collar line, a couple of days growth, says, “Hey Mark, it’s me man.” I know in an instant that the pic is not real.

He isn’t 6’2”, and he isn’t 210lbs. So I say, “Hey man, just curious, why did you send me a pic of someone else?”

He looked down and I could see his shoulders sink and went on to nervously explain how nervous he was at being discovered etc.

So I said, “Tell me the difference between a brigade and a battalion.”

Blank stare.

“Which branch of service would you find at Camp Lejeune?”

Exhale.

Maybe because I felt forewarned, maybe I was just confusing horniness with aggression, but I got pissed.

So I said, “Look, I have a business dinner and am staying at the W on Union Square. Get your shit together and if you are seriously interested in getting together, meet me at the W’s bar at 10:00."

As I walked away, I thought to myself, why would a good looking guy do that? Was I just being a prick? Maybe it was the lying about the military that annoyed me. Anyway, I wasn’t three blocks away when I got a text that he would meet me at the W later. Yeah, we’ll see.

Half-way through the dinner, I get another text, “Hey Mark. Look I’m sorry for shit earlier. Let me start over. I’ll see you at the bar.”

I got up from the dinner to use the head and hell if there wasn’t a wet spot in my shorts. The kind of wet I get from just being horny, not necessarily being hard and leaking.

I’m finishing dinner and I’m thinking to myself, why am I giving this guy shit for lying?  My friend asked me if I was going home to my family after potentially hooking up with this guy. Was that weighing on me? I am a married guy who is fucking guys on the side. Who the fuck am I to challenge someone on this?

I was half hoping that he wasn’t going to be there. As is true of most bars at the W Hotels, they are always jammed. A room full of beautiful people looking to meet each other in a city that is ideally suited for fucking. And there I am, scanning the bar for him. And there he is. I approach him. I can see the slight tremor in his smile as he stands to shake my hand. He’s showered and dressed in a nice suit, crisp white shirt that shows off his pecs very nicely. He introduces himself as Chris, from Indianapolis. He sits back at his bar stool (he had to have been here awhile to get this I think) and I look down at his furry chest, his nice mouth and a wave of desire washes over me.

I apologize for giving him a hard time but I am curious as to why he would choose to send pics not remotely close to his appearance.

We make some small talk and finish our drinks and I can’t help looking at that damn tuft of fur at the base of his neck. It is like fucking kryptonite to me. It weakens all my defenses, which I share with him as we head upstairs.

As I stood there kissing him deeply and massaging his ass cheeks, I couldn’t help but lowering my face to his chest. Warm and furry and hearing him moan made me painfully erect.

Without unbuckling his belt or undoing his pants, I reached a hand in under his waistbands and was glad to feel a nice furry ass but laughed to myself as the pic he sent was of an ass as smooth as stone.

But the real surprise, as he dropped his pants, was he was totally shaved around his cock. I asked him why he shaved there and no where else and he explained that his wife’s pussy was shaved and his pubes chafed her while they fucked so he kept it shaved as well.

I brought him over to the bed and stood in front of him and slowly guided my fat dick in his mouth. He gave some great head, spitting on my shaft the way I like, massaging my nuts and reaching up and running his hands over my chest. He periodically would start to jack me, which I hate, and I swatted his hands away and brought his mouth back on me.

Just looking at the way his legs were spread and the way his ass flared out as he sucked me made me want his ass again.

But sometimes I like to sort of edge myself, so I pushed him back and took his smooth spongy dick in my mouth and started to blow him. He immediately reached his hands over his head and stretched, which I like and put his feet on my shoulders. I could feel him leaking his precum and feel his thighs push up in the air, so I knew I was getting him close.

I flipped him over and with my thumbs on either side of his hole, pulled his cheeks wide  and stuck my tongue in deep.

His knees instinctively shot forward so I had to grab his thighs and keep him planted for a good tongue fucking.

When I was ready to enter him, he turned to look at me and I grabbed his head and shoved him face first down into the bed. When I entered him for the first time and felt that heat, tighten on my dick head, I felt a second wave hit me – and almost made me dizzy. I’m not sure if it was the curve of my dick or the slope of his ass, but I really felt pressure on my dickhead with each thrust, kind of like Chris’s ass had a separate sucking mechanism just on my head. It took several re-lubes before I got into a comfortable rhythm and man was his ass good to plow.

I kept inching him forward after I flipped him on his back and had pinned him against the headboard. His chest was wet and felt amazing on mine as I pummeled into him. I was in the zone and am not sure how many times he said, “Mark you are hurting me,” me before I realized what he was saying and assumed he meant from my dick. I said, “Chris, just breathe in as I push deeper and exhale as I pull out, it will be OK.” I heard him laugh and looked down as he punched my chest, and said smiling,” No douche bag, you are banging my head against this headboard.” Smiling I re-positioned him and he mistakenly thought I was going to go easier and then really started pummeling him. I’m not even sure how long I had been fucking him when I felt like I needed to blow and blow hard. He asked me not to cum inside him, so I pulled out and shot all over his chest and cock. He had been stroking and I could tell he wanted to unleash, so I lowered my head, tasting my own seed on his cock and felt him erupt in my mouth.

We lay there, making out and eventually spooned him from behind, my cock nestled in his ass and my right hand holding his cock and nuts. We talked about the “married” thing and I started giving him shit about sending me fake pics and it turned into some playful wrestling and more sex. This time I flooded his ass as he sat on my cock and later felt it leak out of him.

Later when we slept, this time him draped across my back as I slept on my stomach, I thought of the two guys who had my back that day. They guy who’s hairy chest I could feel on me and the friend who earlier had wisely cautioned me to be careful.

I’m a pretty lucky guy.

Hooking up 102 - Cut Out The BS

Hey guys.  MM is back with more lessons about hooking up.  

School is AGAIN in session.

There are many guys who have their opinion of how a hook up should function. Based on my previous story you clearly know my opinion on the subject. Now this story won’t be total jack off material but for all the guys who read and post on my buddy Breeding Jock's page they could use a dose of reality when trying to fuck with guys like us.

We’re about one thing when looking to fuck: GETTING FUCKED!!

So I’m fucking around late one night on Manhunt trolling for cock. Had a hectic day and really needed some random hung fucker to stop by, tear up and breed my ass, zip up and leave.

My normal fuck buddies were unavailable, hence needing some Manhunt support, so after bs message after bs profile I finally get a message from this bloke that looks promising. White, 6’2, 190lbs, built, hung, all breeding local police top but with two red flags.

Red Flag 1: his face is fuzzed out of the one pic he has in his profile of him in uniform. Blokes with no face usually get the ‘block/ignore’ button right after messaging me but the rest of his body shot looked good and I was fucking boned something evil and have a weakness for guys in uniform thanks to growing up a milbrat.

Red Flag 2: when called on it he says he can’t post his face because he fears of getting outed at work. I have tons of military bros and fuck buds in various branches of public service so that to me is a valid excuse but I was still like ‘pass’.

His only saving grace was that he was still on duty and near my place so he could be there in a few minutes and only had time for a wham, bam, thank you sir fuck which was all I wanted/needed.

I figure if he shows up and is butt ugly I’d slam the door in his face, boot up some porn, fuck myself raw with Mr. Reliable (9 inch dildo) and call it a night.

So give him my complete address, go clean up since I’m short on time, and wait for him to get there. Bloke shows up in full cop uniform and, surprise surprise, his face isn’t beat to hell. Man, nothing and I mean nothing turns my crank more then a guy in uniform (cept maybe the smell of beer on a guys breath AND his being in uniform. If I get that combo and the bloke is hot/hung I turn into a complete whore bttm) so I figure what the hell and show him in.

Now when hooking up I could give a flying fuck about foreplay. I don’t want nor need to kiss, fondle each other, roll around in bed hugging, 69, or shoot the shit with meaningless chit-chat.

Walk in, strip, I’ll suck you hard, then you go to town fucking and loading my hole.

So strike one is he starts running his flap. “Man this is a nice place, what’d you pay? Are these real wood floors? Sick TV!’ blah blah fucking blah. The whole time he’s doing this mind you I had already pulled my gym shorts off, cock ring is on, I’m rock hard, hole dripping from prelubeing, with a fresh bottle of poppers in hand ready to go.

I ignore the gibber gabber and watch him strip off his uniform which started out really hot. Has the huge belt that holds his gun and ammo and cuffs and all that shit, had a chest plate on, boots, the whole fucking nine and I’m just itching for this bloke to rip my ass a new one.

Chest plate comes off and I’m like, what the fuck! Blokes pic was all stacked thanks to his uniform. Out pops a nice lil belly and I’m ready to call it quits. Don’t get me wrong gents, I’ve no problem with bears and big dudes so long as they are hung and know how to fuck, so I don’t kick him out just yet and wait for his pants to drop to see if he’s really packing the 8+ thick cock he claimed to have.

Total…fucking….let down!

Dude was seriously utilizing the Internet Ruler (take your actual cock size and add two inches) when he wrote up his profile and wasn’t even hard yet.

So I start thinking, he has already taken 10+ minutes running his mouth while taking off all his cop gear so if I kick him out now I have to wait another 10 fucking minutes for him to redress and I still won’t get some cock and cum up my hole so I say fuck it, write off his below average build, running flap, and 7 inch skinny dick and jump in bed ass up ready for him to go to town.

So he climbs on and starts with the porn talk, “yeah you want this cop cock don’t you boy? Tell daddy how bad you want it!?” to which I play along, I love some verbal kink play and think maybe there’s hope for this fucker yet but at the same time I’m thinking “it’s already fucking 2AM asshole and I have a budget meeting a 8AM so lets get on with it already!”

He starts rimming my ass, and still with the porn chat, and I’m still waiting for his cock to get shoved up my dripping hole and 5 minutes go by …. 10 minutes go by and no fucking fucking has started yet.

Finally I ask if everything’s OK and he’s like “yeah yeah yeah you're so hot man I’m fucking nervous as hell and am having trouble getting hard”.

That did it.

I climb off him, cap my poppers and stand up next to my bed.

“Dude everything OK? Am I not turning you on?” he asks.

“Man, the only thing getting turned on in here are my fucking lights so you can get dressed and get the fuck out!”

He kneeled there for a minute probably not thinking he had just heard me say what I just said to him, so I repeated myself “dude, get dressed now and get out.”

That sank in and he climbed off my bed looking all confused while I walked out to my living room and poured myself a shot of Patron knowing it was going to take him a minute to get dressed.

He finally comes out, I’m standing by my wide open front door still naked (fuck my neighbors they know I’m a man whore) and he goes to leave and stops after stepping through “bro what did I do wrong?”

So I take a deep breath and explain to him as nice as I can “when you hit up a hot muscle jock bttm whose only looking for you to come over, strip, and fuck’n’load his hole, here’s some advice: all you fucking do is come over, strip and fuck’n’load his hole!! If you can’t fucking handle that, don’t bother trying to hook and buy yourself a fucking fleshlight.”

And with that I closed the door, booted up some Treasure Island Media porn, took two long pulls off my poppers and fucked myself silly for an hour before blowing my load all over myself, rolling over and passing out.

Now some guys might read this thinking I’m some cocky asshole and didn’t need to treat the guy the way I did, to which I say so fucking what?

I didn’t hit him up, he messaged and wanted to fuck me. I wasn’t ambiguous about what I wanted, I was very clear and to the point and he couldn’t handle it. And unlike some blokes out there when in this kind of situation that just ‘go with it’ rather then pumping the breaks and kicking the loser out, I’m not that nice.

My three rules when hooking up are very simple:

1.    Be clear about what you want/are looking for and don’t bs if you can’t provide it.

2.    Have a clear and RECENT (none of that college day bs) pictures if you’re trying to hook up online or a valid reason for not being able to send any.

3.    A hook up is about fucking, PERIOD! Get there and fuck and suck and blow your loads and move on.

I figure the simpler hooking up is the less bs you have to deal with and the more time you have to do what pig fuckers do best: fuck hard and swap loads.

Agree? Disagree? We’re all different so my rules are just that: mine. Take from this what you will and leave the rest but be sure to blow up the comments because I’d like to know if I’m the only mate out here who operates via a no bullshit policy.

Look for my next story soon about the best Pride/fuck weekend I’ve had in North America: Toronto Pride.

MM

National Day of Silence

On April 16th I will be joining GLBT bloggers across the nation for a tremendous cause, the National Day of Silence which is aimed at preventing anti-GLBT name-calling, bullying, and harassment in schools.

The National Day of Silence brings attention to anti-GLBT name-calling, bullying and harassment in schools. Each year the event has grown, now with hundreds of thousands of students coming together to encourage schools and classmates to address the problem of anti-GLBT behavior.

I have done my best to stop anti-GLBT name-calling, bullying, and harassment, and my straight friends know that there are certain things you just don't say around me. I will not tolerate: "That's so gay!" or the words "fag" "faggot" or even "queer" if it's said in a derogatory fashion. If we all stood up for ourselves, we can make a difference. When you hear someone use a derogatory word towards GLBT people, make a stand and show that person how wrong they are. If I can make one young person's life a little easier by stopping ignorance, I believe I have made a difference.

Instead of blogging on April 16th there will be a single post on my blog and many other gay bloggers across the world with resources and information about this great cause and why instead of blogging, we will unite with our GLBT youth and their allies and be SILENT!

Join us on April 16th -GLBT bloggers UNITED in SILENCE!

The Homemade Porno

Hey guys.  Here is Marcus's second story for you guys to enjoy.   He is at it again with Jamal.  Damn...

Jamal and I were chatting on-line a couple of months back, working each other up during the workday. He said he wanted to take a picture of his raw, black cock buried in my round, white ass. I told him I'd love to see that picture, but thought we should go one step farther and film it with my video cam. We could fuck like porn stars and make our own home porno, I said.

Needless to say, Jamal was game-on and promised to seed my hole with a thick, gooey load just for the camera.

I showed up at Jamal's basement apartment a couple of days later, video cam in hand. It was pouring rain outside and I was a little afraid the rain might get to the camera. Jamal opened the door and pulled me inside. "You bring the cam?" he asked, putting his strong black hand on my hairy chin. "I wouldn't have come without it," I said as I pulled it out from under my raincoat.

"Good, 'cause I got a little surprise of my own" he said as he led me toward the back bedroom. There on the bed was a beautiful pair of black leather chaps and a pair of knee-high riding boots. "If we're gonna shoot us a porno, it's needs to be good," he said.

My heart jumped a bit at the thought of Jamal filming his monster cock raping my bare hole in a pair of chaps and boots. But I didn't miss a beat. Jamal quickly helped me out of my wet jeans and jacket and into his chaps and boots. They fit perfectly. "Fuck the cod piece," he said as he pulled on the laces from behind. His rubbed his fingertip gently around my hole and whispered in my ear: "It'll just get in our way."

And with that Jamal pushed my face into the mattress and spread my glutes apart. I heard Jamal say from behind, "You have the perfect pussy, boy." I felt the head of his cock swipe back and forth over my hole, pushing a little here and there and probing ever-so-gently. Jamal's an expert at wielding his 11" cock, and knows he can't just ram it in. I think he's learned from experience that he's gotta take a minute or two to spread his precum around the anus and relax his bottom. So he takes his time to really open it up.

As soon as I felt the head of his raw cock push deeper into my hole, I heard the camera click on and start to whirl. Jamal's free hand was holding firm to the side of the leather chaps as he gently pulled me closer. I closed my eyes and lifted my ass to meet him. Having taken this monster before, I was less intimidated and more eager than the first time. "Oh, I want you to fuck me," I cried as his cock slowly filled my puss. I grabbed ahold of the straps on my boots and lifted my ass as high as it would go.

"There you go, boy. Gimme a show," Jamal said as his cock hit balls-deep.

"Oh, please fuck me!" I cried out. "Fuck me, please." Every inhibition from the first encounter with Jamal was now gone. Where before I was tight and scared, this time I was hungry and greedy, grinding my ass up onto his cock and begging him to ride my hole.

"Gimme a show, boy," Jamal kept repeating. His cock had found its rhythm in our natural juices, burying itself until his black nuts slapped my ass and then out again. All the way up and all the way out. Back and forth, up and down. He rode my hole like it was his own personal bronco. I couldn't get enough. I held my boots tight and spread my legs apart as far as they would go.

Jamal's black cock filled every inch of my hole. Down deep. He pushed in so deep I struggled to catch my breath at its apex, but whimpered for more when he pulled it away.

"I'm gonna blow in your hole!" Jamal suddenly cried out. "I'm gonna fucking cum!"

"Be sure to get it on tape, motherfucker!" This was a fuck I wanted preserved. Suddenly, I felt Jamal slam himself up against my big, round ass, his cock buried to its hilt. Jamal let out a deep, beast-like grunt, and slowly ground his cock around inside my white puss. I could feel every muscle in his body tighten as his let his seed rip.

Jamal kept filming as he pulled his now flaccid cock out of my hole. Thick wads of his cum dangled from the head and dripped down the back of my legs. I still watch that video every couple days and think what it must be like to live the life of a real-life porn star.

Coin Toss

My married friend Mark sent me the following story. It's pretty damn HOT! If you need to refresh your memory about Mark, you can look here. Enjoy!

One of the the things I love about traveling and meeting new guys is the coin toss game.

Will the guy be hot -- talented in the way I need him to be?

Will he teach me something new about me, my technique?

Will he able able to take my big dick in reality -- as opposed to promising me without knowing if he can, or assuming I'm lying about my size?

Will I have anything to say to him after and want to stay in touch? Maybe become a friend, fuck bud or both?

It's the coin toss game. You flip the coin and watch the mating dance slowly turn heads over tails until it rests in the palm of your hand.

Case in point - Patrick. Furry muscley little fucker who responded to my ad and was at my hotel in thirty minutes.

Nice compact body with enough heft that when I lifted him on my 6'5" frame, there was enough to grab on to. I wrapped his legs around my waist and walked him around while I kissed his neck. My mouth worked its way up to his lips and he closed up. Fuck. "I don't really get into kissing."

I drew tails on that flip. Hate a guy who doesn't use his mouth on mine.

Ok. Let's see what else. I lay him on the bed and pull my shirt off. He is on my nips like a cairin terrier and fuck if that beard and stache don't feel good.

Heads.

I take his shirt off and pin his hands above his head. Furry pecs and stomach. Love it. I snake my mouth over to his pits. Fuck. Loaded in deodorant. "Sorry, - like to be clean," he says. Damn, cause I like to get dirty.

Tails.

I lift up and make him unbuckle my belt and unbutton my fly. The usual response. "Fuck, that's huge. Its so fat. Can most guys take that?" Question is, whether YOU can take this champ. And mouth it he does. Stache on my nuts. Hot.slowly works my length a little further down with each reach. His mouth was hot and he knew what he was doing. When he started to gag - pushed a little harder. Nothing more flattering than a hot guy struggling to take your cock in. And he played my shaft like a wet harmonica.

Heads.



Nice furry ass in my hands, so I flip him over and start to rim him. I love rimming a great ass. He knows how to increase his pleasure. Pushing his pucker out for me to teethe and lick. His low hanging nuts easy to stroke and tug while I'm on him.

When I flip him on his back, take his under thighs in my hands and rock his hips so that his hole moves back and forth in rhythm across my tongue and his moans hit a good volume, I crawl up and put my hand behind his neck and pull his face to my cock while I rub his hole with my finger.

"Put it in me." Toss? Definitely heads ;)

On his stomach he goes and I can hear the catch in his breath as I enter him. When my forearm wraps neatly around his waist and I pass his ring, he gets audibly louder. I'm only half-way inside him and he's grasping for anything to hold on to. He needs anything to distract him from the assault but he can't hold on to anything. Pounding him like a rag doll.

Heads again.

He begs me to cum in his ass. I bend down and start kissing and sucking the back of his neck. Fucker won't kiss me? Well guess what, you are getting tapped and marked fucker.

As I flip him on his back - I can see the damage. Veins in his neck bulging. Mouth wide open and nips erect and waiting. I hold his ankles and push his feet down, down, further down. When I enter him now, its a cry, not a moan.

Heads.

I start to chew on his nips while I'm pretty deep inside him and feel his cum jet up our chests. Love to make a guy cum like this.

But I'm not through.

I keep humping and he grabs on tighter. He buries his face in my chest and he can hear the groaning in my guts. Its a nice rhythmic fuck now and just as his body acclimates to this, I start to change it up and more aggressively pound him. I can see he's at that point of total submission and empty my seed deep inside him. My sweat is covering him and I stay deep inside and just keep humping.

Heads.

I pull out and he swings his legs down and wraps his arms around his waist, kind of rocking. He'll be sore. He asks if he can shower and I answer him by spinning him around and shoving my juicy cock in his mouth while I 69 and start to eat my jizz out of his freshly fucked ass.

Oh yeah, this toss was definitely a heads.

Happy Easter

I hope everyone has a safe and happy holiday weekend. I'm off to spend it with my family.

Jamal Seeds My Hole

I would like to welcome Marcus to my blog. He has his own blog dedicated to men but wanted to share his hot stories here with all of us. He will be another contributor along with MM.

Marcus is a 42 year old, white male, 5'10, 194 lbs. of solid muscle. Chest 44", arms 17", quads 26" with a cum-hungry bubble butt. He keeps a demanding 5x/week gym schedule, and work outs with a trainer and nutritionist. He is all-natural (no 'roids or other shortcuts), and spends an equal amount of time on each body part.

Enjoy.

I live in New York City with my other half, but he doesn't keep me on a leash, so I get to play the field.

I only fuck around with black men. That's just my thing. I love taking raw black dick up my smooth white ass. Consequently, I spend a fair amount of my free time in Harlem. Now, I know when most people think of Harlem they have images of New York City from the 1970s, sort of like the borderline anarchy depicted in Taxi Driver. But that isn't today's Harlem. Today's Harlem is highly-gentrified and quite beautiful, with peaceful streets and beautiful brownstone row houses.

My fuck buddy Jamal lives in one of those brownstones. I met Jamal awhile back on Adam-4-Adam.

I have a profile on Adam-4-Adam, a pretty good website for meeting up other men. My profile there lists my preferences as follows:

MUSCULAR TOP MEN ONLY. PERSONAL FAVORITES:

-- BLACK MEN;

-- BEEFY, HAIRY MEN; and

-- UNCUT MUSCULAR MEN.

LIST IS IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER.

This message is pretty clear, I think. The truth is, though, no one gets by the first criterion.

So, about two weeks ago an amazing black man wrote me a note looking to hook up. I checked out his profile, and my heart started to race a little bit. He was 6'1", 210 lbs., and had an amazing photo of an 11" horse-hung, uncut black cock. I had to meet him. We arranged to meet up at his place in Harlem after my Saturday afternoon training session with my trainer. When I arrived, I was blown away. This dude was even hotter in person than his pix (as is sometimes the case).

He lives in the basement of a brownstone in central Harlem. We chatted for a minute. He told me his name was Jamal, and that he was originally from Stockton, California. As we talked, he led me toward the back bedroom. He closed the door behind us, and grabbed hold of my arms, pressing his fat, pink lips against mine, prying open my mouth with his thick, wet tongue. My cock was hard as a rock, dripping cum onto my Calvins under my jeans. Jamal was the best kisser I had met in many months. We stood next to his bed for a while making out, and I undid his shorts and pulled down his jeans. Oh, fuck. Out fell his enormous (and I mean intimidatingly huge) black, uncut cock. I seriously couldn't get my fingers wrapped around the shaft. It's length and girth were simply more than I had ever seen before, and I have seen a lot of cock in my life.

Now, I love to suck dick. Not just suck on dick for a few minutes, but really suck cock until the man has to fight to hold back his ejaculation. I usually win that battle, and I was determined to win it with Jamal--even though he outweighed me by a good 20 lbs. I told him to just relax, lay back on the pillows, and open his thighs for me. Then I peeled back his foreskin and really start to work the head of his cock. Uncut men are very sensitive. And Jamal was no exception. There was no fucking way I could get his entire cock into my throat, so I concentrated on moving my tongue into his foreskin and really blowing his head. After about ten minutes, I could tell Jamal was really fighting to hold his load in. But I wanted it. Bad. So I just held him down with my left arm and worked.

When a man shoots his load, he shudders. Some shudder only a little, others more dramatically. Well, Jamal gave a slight shudder before he popped his nut. His cum was like ice cream, smooth and sweet. I milked his load and slid it down my throat.

As soon as Jamal emptied his nuts, Jamal's cock started soft. But I wasn't nearly done with him. Fuck, I'd taken his seed down my throat, but I needed a load up my ass. We spent the next 30 minutes shooting the shit, kissing a bit. I played with his enormous black ball sack. Jamal's eyes remained closed as I caressed the soft black skin of his scrotum with the tip of my tongue, inhaling as much of his black musky scent as I could.

Eventually, his cock was hard again but I was pretty intimidated by the size of his dick. It was the biggest dick I had ever had anywhere near my hole. I'm pretty selective about who I let fuck me, so my asshole is pretty tight. I was afraid that a fuck that day was not to be. I was afraid my hole was just too tight to get his beast between the pink lips of my ass. So, I whispered in his ear: "I don't think I can take it."

I'm pretty sure that wasn't the first time Jamal had heard that, or dealt with fear in his partner. When you've got a massive black cock measuring 11 inches, I suspect you get that a lot. Jamal knew exactly what to do. He didn't have to say a word. Jamal loves to rim a tight, pink, muscle hole, and he turned me over on my belly and went to town on mine.

Jamal has a gentle manner in bed, particularly for such a big, imposing man. As he worked his tongue up into my puss, the muscles relaxed and opened up to him. He turned me over again and dug his tongue into my throat. He spread my thighs wide and came to rest on top of me. When I felt the raw tip of his massive dick pass over my wet hole, I whispered to him: "Please fuck me." That was all it took. This time, his cock peeled open my sphincter and the head made its way into my hole. I could feel a slight burn as the muscles stretched to accommodate him. Jamal pushed in slowly, moving his cock into my ass gently but deliberately. I cupped my hands behind my head and showed him my hairy pits. When a man turns me on like that, I love to give him my pits while he fucks me.

Jamal finally got his entire cock inside me and we rested. To be honest, my hole is pretty tight and Jamal's cock was the biggest dick I have ever taken up my ass, so I need a moment or two to take him all the way. Once I got comfortable, he flipped me onto the bed and just layed his raw pipe deep. We bare fucked for what seemed like hours, but was in reality only about 45 minutes. He fucked me with slow, gentle strokes at first, but gradually increased the tempo. I could feel his raw cock sliding all the way up my hole, and all the way out, lubricated by nothing more than his copious precum.

I finally couldn't hold out another minute. I moaned into his ear to signal my need to bust my nut. He begged me to hold off a bit longer until his load was ready. I just layed back and splayed my thighs as wide as they would go. Jamal dumped his load up my hole at precisely the same time I popped my load onto my gut. I love to feel a man unload up my hole. Jamal slowly pulled his cock out of my ass, and we both watched sticky wads of cum drip from the tip of his cock like a spider's web.

We showered together, then laid back on the bed to listen to some music. An hour passed, and we both got hard again. My hole was too tender to take his monster cock for a second round, so we stroked for a while and then I sucked his foreskin deep down my throat. Jamal busted his nut again, and I drank it like a glass of milk. His cum is thick and tastes like nectar.

Needless to say, Jamal and I have decided to that we'll be meeting up in Harlem on a regular basis. I'll drop you a note the next time we do.

UPDATE: You can find Marcus's blog here.

I've been MIA

Have you missed me? Some have...

You haven't shown your blog fans any love lately. You must be a busy, busy boy!

I got that on Sunday. And then a few hours later another one.

Dude, missing your blog entries.

Where are you? Hope all is well.

So...long story short, Life has gotten in the way.

As some of you know, I hold quite a few certifications in the Health and Fitness field. Currently I hold one from the American College of Sports Medicine, one from the National Strength and Conditioning Association, and three from the American Council on Exercise. This is in addition to my Bachelor's and Master's degrees.

So...CEC's, continuing education credits, are due on almost all of them this year. Some are twenty while some are up to 60 and 80 credits. Yeah, I know...a lot of money and time. All of this has to be accomplished by the end of the calendar year. I have been goal setting and strategic planning these past few days to get this finished. Some I can do at home, some online, and some I have to attend conferences around the country. Yea...an opportunity to travel and fuck my fans!! It has not left a lot of time to blog, answer my formspring questions, or for sex. My wasted load count has gone up but I'm embarrassed to update that. Oh well.

I do have two stories from Ghost Writers available to add. I will do one this week and one next week. I do hope to go through some of the questions because there are some good ones and they require some thought before I answer them.

I have seen Big Chest. He has been in top shape and form in the bedroom. Those stories soon. And his wife wants to add a third to the bedroom and he has suggested me. She has actually seen me in the gym and approves. Hmm...should be interesting.

So, that's it. I do appreciate the emails I have gotten worried about me. It is much appreciated and lets me know you guys care. And hello to my new blog followers. I'm over 300! Yea me!

I haven't gone anywhere. I'm still here and I will be better about posting in the coming weeks. Thanks for sticking with me!

Have a great Easter and Passover everyone.

Heterosexual, Bisexual, Homosexual...or simply sexual?

Hey guys.

I appreciate all the comments on Bisexuality. Master of the Keys wrote a very interesting take on it here.

I prefer the term sexual as well.

Have a great weekend everyone.

Inside the mind of a Married Man

I got the following email from a fan of my blog.

I know you get a ton of emails like this, so I guess I'll join the Que, but wanted to drop you a note and thank you for the time, effort and candor in writing your blog and sharing your thoughts and adventures. I've been reading for a couple of months now and really do enjoy it.

I am more like Big Chest -- bi mwm, 45, 6'5", 225lbs blond/blue, 9x7 top and have enjoyed a healthy sex life with guys on the side for a long time. I work for a NYC based global media company for past 20 plus years; been married 17 years with three kids.

So, I wanted to know more about "Mark". What makes him tick? What makes a married man who is very successful go out and find cock? So I sent him the following questions and these are his answers.

What goes on inside a successful married man with a great career that makes him seek out cock and male ass?

I can only speak for myself so for me, I am a person that craves intimacy on a variety of levels -- through friendships - both platonic and sexual, hook-up sex, love etc., It is a driving force that makes me successful in my relationships both personal and professional. I thrive on being a good father and living a married lifestyle with a woman, but also enjoy sex with a man. Society limits our roles and responsibilities and relationships so that they easily fit into boxes. My experiences in life have taught me just the opposite. Life and people are complicated with sometimes conflicting needs that change over time. It is how you manage those needs that can lead to a happy and fulfilling life -- and not running from them.

How does the sex differ with your wife and with a man?

Night and day. While some skills are transferable most others drive a totally different charge. For example, I was eating a guys ass before I fucked him the other week and he later remarked that it was the best rim job he ever had and that he could tell I was an expert at eating pussy. Making a woman cum by tongue flicking her clit is definitely different than rimming a guy, so it is as much being comfortable with both the pleasure you are seeking and the pleasure you give. If you are in tune with that, then it is all good and who you are fucking is less relevant than how the fucking makes you feel. But fucking a guys ass is a totally different feeling than fucking a woman. And to confirm the rumor, guys definitely give better head. Personally, I am also rougher on a man than a woman and enjoy more aggressive play with a man. Being deep inside a woman and burying your face in her warm tits -- wow, so great. So many differences -- all good!

Have you always questioned yourself? Are you bi or does it matter?

It really doesn't matter to me how I classify myself, people are more concerned about that than I am, particularly gay men --some seem overly obsessed with attempting to disprove bisexuality. I know what I like and want and what I don't and have been comfortable with that for a long time. But no, was not always sure and since I married very young and had children right away, chose providing for my family as a top priority above all else. It took me quite awhile to understand that different levels of intimacy CAN and DO exist and they need not be defined in polar extremes.

We have become very good friends.

And of course he has attached a few dick pics.

I need to get fucked by this BIG COCK!! It's fuckin' mouthwatering!!