Thursday, July 14, 2016

Today's Chat (Sometimes No Embellishment is Needed)

 SHOUT: I'm a scruffy middle eastern
 otter that loves getting my cock and
 hole serviced by older, slightly
 submissive, masculine daddy types.

 Are you an older (45+) masculine
 man? Do you love getting your face
 between a hairy man's legs? Do you
 like to be called "daddy" by the
 person who's penis you are licking?
 Do you need to call me "boy" while
 making my cock quiver and ooze
 precum due to your oral talents? Do
 you know how to appreciate a boy
 who will wear his tightest briefs just
 so you'll be proud to see the bulge
 you inspire as you pull my pants
 down? Do you want to play daddy for
 an extremely horny boy open to
 trying new things and ready for
 suggestions? Do you want to take
 your time and really learn how to
 please my hairy crotch? If you are an
 older (45+), masculine guy that can
 host and is into playing with a guy like
 me, I wanna hear from you! Calling
 me "boy" in your response is a good
 way to increase you chances of a
 response...

           Next time I'm back in town, I want to 
           show you just what a horny daddy 
           does to serve and worship his horny 
           son.

 *PRIVATE MEDIA HAS BEEN
 UNLOCKED*

 I'd love that!

                *PRIVATE MEDIA HAS BEEN 
                UNLOCKED*

Hot!

          Thanks. I really am a deeply sub 
          daddy for a dominant son who knows 
          His body exists for worship.

 Sounds like just what I need! I love
 subservient older men!

         I'm sure You know how to keep Your
           dad in his place, son.

 I do daddy!

           Sounds like daddy can be rewarded 
           with a deep skullfuck if he treats You 
           right. Son.

0h yes daddy! Your boy loves to sniff
  poppers and skull fuck for hours...

                    Son, do you like making the thick 
                    slimy spit flow from daddy's throat?

Oh yes daddy!

                   Good boy. Bet you love just looking 
                   down on daddy pigging out to make 
                   his son happy.

Fuck yeah! Love watching daddy
  suck me!

                    That's what a hot son deserves - a 
                    daddy who's his cocksucker.

0h yes daddy! You understand what 1
  I need and how badly I lust for it...

                            Daddy loves being his son's 
                            cocksucker.

  Oh daddy...I am in heat today and
  need to be sucked so bad!

  My balls are full and only daddy
  knows how to empty them...

             Wish I were on my knees with your
             cock in my mouth, son.

  Me too sir! I am so horny today and
Ldon't know what to do with myself!!

              I wish I were not at work now.

 Same here!!!

            Daddy knows his purpose - to take 
             care of his son's cock and earn His 
             loads.

 Oh daddy! I need to cum so bad!

             You deserve to, son. It's your right.

  I know! I need a mouth to worship
  me today!!

           It probably won't serve you as well as 
           I can, son.

  Looking forward to you proving that...

Thursday, July 7, 2016

I Learn Something New Every Day...

Yesterday, it was that my dick gets really hard when I choke a hot boy and whisper in his ear how nasty I want to get with him. 

Today, it's how hard my dick gets when I write about it. 

Thursday, January 7, 2016

True Romance

The most romantic thought that's passed through my head recently?

"When you're on top of me, and inside me, I forget I even have a cock..."

It's Been Quiet...

It's an oversimplification to say "when I'm not getting any, you're not getting any (posts)"... 

But a lot of my recent activity has been, well, let's say less inspirational.

But not all. And not in all ways. And even then, there's some seasonal variation on the way.

Short post coming up next. More soon.

Friday, March 27, 2015

Weekend in Eden

There's a lot going on in my life these days. Live in one city, work in another city 700 miles away. Fly down at 6am every Monday morning, fly home landing at 9pm every Friday night. Both cities I love and find to be lots of fun... time permitting. I've said it's interesting having so much bigger a pool of friends both old and new that I'm still too busy to spend any time with. Especially naked, greasy, piggy time.

But I have a secret weapon: a hot guy that gets me hot and wild, whose company I enjoy... and with whom, if we never got out of bed (or sling or fuck-bench) for anything but the occasional meal, it would be a vacation in paradise. Or, more to the point, a fuck-cation. (And, of course, in yet another city, a few hundred more miles from home.)

From the second he picks me up at the airport, I'm on another plane of being. Yes, of course, we're friends, we talk about life and everything in it as we ride. But part of me is an hour in the future, naked and on fire with lust.

And, soon, that hour passes. It takes us no more than a minute to get from the front door to the bed, clothes on the floor, bodies against each other. Kissing, hands everywhere. My fingers in his long hair, then his hair brushing my skin.

"Turn around." More than a command, more than a request. It's a signal to do what my body wants most to do, what I want most to do: to offer my hole to him, to feel him in me. A moment to get it slick and ready, and I feel him pushing into me. And I relax and open to let him in. And push back to pull him in. Relaxing for it, more quickly than before, more fully than before.

His thrusts vary: first deep and hard, next shallower, working my hole open wider, then deeper again. And, after a few minutes: "On your front." He props a pillow under my neck, another between my head and the headboard. I spread my legs, and he spreads them wider, climbing on top of me. I feel his hair lightly on the hair of my back. His cock enters me again, harder this time. Changing his angle as he rides me, he works me open and relaxes me even more inside. I push back; animal-like, I moan and growl.

My sensation, my pleasure is totally focused on my hole. I love that; he loves that. He knows it is here for his pleasure, and that is my pleasure. I want his load in me. But I also want him to go on and on and on and fill me and ride me and stay in me.

He changes positions every few minutes, always against my back, or over it. And, after a while, rests his arm on my back, puts his weight on me, and I can feel the urgency of his thrusts intensifying. He's close. He is grunting as he pounds in. (I am still moaning and growling, as I have been for uncounted minutes, me mind adrift, the sounds coming from an uncharted territory in me, as if my hole is the center of all there is for me, and at that point, it is.)

And, finally, I can feel his load in me. Some insist you can't, but I know I do. And as he stays in me as long as he can, I feel the throbbing that is the long tail of his orgasm. And he's still hard, he still fucks me for a while. He shifts on me, once, twice, and I know that, soon, he will pull out. And, eventually, he does. I have an infinitesimal and momentary feeling of abandonment, of leaving Eden.

That sets the tone for the weekend. How many more times does he fuck me, and for how long? Three times, four times, some unknown and unmeasured time. After the first fuck, he starts working to get me off. "I want more of your loads in me before I get off." So he waits. I want to be a hole, for his pleasure and mine, his hole; my dick is, if not in the way, totally apart from the experience. We talk, we kiss, we feel each other's bodies, we sleep, we do it some more, we sleep, we do it some more. I take more of his loads. We break to eat (as I recall), and to shower together - during which we figure out that we are almost, but not perfectly, at the height and angles where shower sex is workable. He shaves my head smooth, as he loves it. He massages my tired, knotted, stressed body - though the best stress relief is time on this island of time, lost in fucking.

More than once, we say, "I love you," and mean it. But also, some specifics. Me: "I love that you know my hole is here for you, that it's yours to use." Him: "I love knowing you're my cumdump." And he wondered, and we talked, about anal orgasms. I said I was feeling more and more of my pleasure from being fucked, and that grows every time.

At some point while we are lying around and touching and kissing and breathing in exhaustion, he says to me, "I've been trying to figure out how I want to introduce you. 'Dating' doesn't go far enough. Are we boyfriends?" I have a husband, who knows what I do, and whose own adventures I know about, and it's been that way for the almost twenty years we've been together; he has other local lovers as well. What we have in no way diminishes any of that, in in lots of ways enhances it.

"Yeah, 'boyfriend' totally works for me," I say.

(Though I have to admit that I was thinking, "But the introduction issue won't actually matter, if we never get out of bed. And I can deal with that, too. Oh, yeah.")


Friday, August 1, 2014

Meanwhile, Back at the Lab.oratory...

[As always, comments and questions welcome. Don't feed the bears... put feed the pig bear's ego.]

Sorry, readers, for the lag between installments. I hadn't mentioned that I'd gotten ill in Germany; a couple of days of high fever and some intestinal issues, then it all settled down and a sinus infection persisted. I saw my doctor when I got home, and he treated the sinus infection, while taking rapid tests for some of the other candidates so, as he put it, "I could get my sex-club 'all-clear.'" I love my doctor.

Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, it was all back -- spiked fever, gut issues -- but this time I went to the ER, and they checked me into the hospital for a couple of days. It turned out to be a bacterial infection that can be transmitted through some sexually... but working the dates out, wasn't. Five days of antibiotics, and I'm open for business. Tell your friends. Tell strangers. And for heaven's sake, wash your hands!

Anyway, back at Lab. Our friends from Milan were just disengaging from their last plaything, and as I walked up, the making out began. It's hard to remember whose tongue was in my mouth first -- the hot, hairy dark-haired one, or the tanned, perfectly tribal-inked blond -- but things moved around quickly, coupling and recouping, then our mouths all together.

And the hands. Six hands, three cocks, three hot butts. I had one big, thick, hardening cock in each hand. Then, on my knees, one in hand, one down my throat. Making it clear when they were ready for me to switch. All the while, getting harder. The skullfucking boy from earlier in the night had my throat open good, and these two were definitely reaping the benefits. As they got harder, my thick spit covered their cocks, preparing for breeding. And my hole was already lubed with the first load of the night, and hungry.

The blond patted the cushioned fuck platform a couple of times. "On your back. Move forward." Legs up, hungry hole in position. Somehow, I'm tight. He takes care of that with a good probing and stretching, one finger, two. I'm moaning like a pig in heat, because, well, I am. Then he pulls the fingers out, and his dick slides in. And he rides. And rides. Not as hard or insistent in his strokes than others, but he's got a rhythm, and he owns my hole with it. He's kissing and making out with the boyfriend, then leaning over to do the same with me, then the boyfriend kisses me too. "Feels good, eh?" He knows. He's been in this position, with this hard, hot cock breeding him.

"Not yet." He pulls out slowly, helps me to my feet. We kiss again, all three of us, hands all over our now-sweatier bodies. "Taste." The blond pushes me to my knees. The only thing better -- so far -- than the taste of his cock is the taste of his cock fresh from my hole. The dark-haired one drops to his knees too, and we make out over his partner's cock, sharing it in and between our mouths, in my mouth with his tongue running down it, then in his with my tongue. Again, we stand, feel each other, kiss more.

As we go at it, another guy -- a hot kid, early 20s, got that Aryan Youth thing going -- comes by, gets down, first going from one cock to another, then -- he's been watching -- to my hole, now loose and slick. His tongue works in, and he eats it like it's his first meal in a week after crossing the desert. (And as far as holes to eat go, this is hardly the desert.) After a few minutes of his tongue in my hole, he gets to his feet, kisses each of us, and crosses the room to another guy who could be his just-older brother, then turns him around and over the platform, buries his face in Big Bro's hole, and strokes his dick hard. I know where it will be in a minute or two.

Tap, tap on the platform again. And I am quickly on my back again, legs open again, his cock in my hole again. This time, the dark-haired one is next to me, playing with my cock. As his boyfriend fucks again, he starts jacking on my dick. A few times, I slow him down -- not wanting to finish before the blond does. After a few more minutes, he leans over, kisses me, says, "Long day." Then he pulls out, puts two fingers in me again, and the dark-haired one sucks and jacks me until he gets the biggest load I've shot in a while.

And, of course, I stand, we all kiss, share my load. Because that's how we roll here in International Pig-Land.

We pull ourselves together -- which is mostly a rearranging of jocks and harnesses -- and make our way to the bar. It's two-for-one drinks night, so that's two rounds of two beers each for them, two rounds of two bottled waters each for me. We exchange names -- finally. Let's say the blond is Bernhard, the dark-haired one Felix. I thank them for not telling me their names sooner -- this way we could at least say the sex was anonymous. They laugh.

We talk about family -- one of them is that rare sort of guy who not only came out after he was married and his kid was mostly grown -- we know lots of those -- but who truly didn't figure out his story until then. Since I knew my story by the time I was 12 or 13, I say, I totally believe it, but can't imagine it. He says, that's OK, I couldn't imagine a lot of what we just did then, either.

Then we exchange contact information. And they say, if you're ever in Milan, you and your husband have a place to stay. As long as you like. We'll entertain you.

Yeah, they will.

And besides, he owes me a load. Or I owe him taking it. Or both -- everybody wins.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

@LAB.oratory: Worth the Wait

Face down bent over a padded platform, a hot leather daddy, big dick in me, slick with the thick throat-slime made by his pounding my throat for the previous few minutes. It's slick enough, my hole hungry enough, and his heat high enough that he slams in, in a single thrust, almost all the way. Another couple of thrusts each went an inch deeper till he hits bottom. Nothing subtle about this, the faux leather of the mattress sticking to my face, the pounding hard and fast. Every once in a while, he reaches around my waist to be sure I'm riding it as deep as it goes.

Fifteen minutes, tops, after I got in the door. And that includes clothes check. This is the way every night should be at a sexclub, I think. And this is Berlin's biggest, hottest one. 

There are dress code nights, with pretty strict rules on how much leather or rubber or sports gear or military uniform of skinhead gear one must wear - a friend said it was hard for him to adjust to the idea that a polo shirt might be sex gear, but add bleachers, braces, Rangers, and a 0-crop, and there you are - but this is not one of those nights. This is no-code Friday. In fact, no-code 2-for-1-drinks Friday. So I'm a little worried it'll be very pretty, with some hot boys going at it, and the rest of them standing around and snubbing the rest of us.

So I ask friends on Facebook about reasons to go or to not go. And the responses come:
  • One friend says "story opportunities." The things to which I submit for you, dear readers.
  • Another old fuckbud who now lives in Amsterdam says, "Yes, always."
  • One guy says, "In Berlin. U should always go." I don't add, yes, but you're a hot and notorious bareback pornstar/escort. I love my friends.
  • And the best response: "There are no good reasons (not to go) short of genital castration. Even then I might go to watch." (The friend from Amsterdam added, "Well, they are German so it's just another kink....")
So, Über from the hotel -- and the hundred-plus guys with whom we're touring -- to the club. There are two lines out front -- there are two clubs in the building, one a mixed bar/dance-club that runs all night and more, in the manner of the clubs of my pre-HIV-era youth, the other, the sexclub. One line is tiny and moves quickly. The other is very long, and is full of men and newly-men. Yes, the no-code 2-for-1 night has drawn lots of pretty twinks, but they're not the whole line by any means. The gaggle of boys standing in front of me is talking in rapid-fire, giggly German, so I just assume it's the right line.

Doors close at midnight, officially. And I arrive at 11:25. Just after I arrive, a couple steps behind me. They look a little bewildered. "Do you speak English," they ask, in accented English. "Yes, but if you're going to ask if this is the line for Lab, I don't know, but I'm assuming so till I see otherwise." We get to talking. They're from Milan. One dark, the other blond, more German looking. We chat as we walk.

We hit what looks like the front of the line at 11:52. And... the line bends to the left.

11:58. The line bends again to the right, along the left side of the building. It heads toward a door. I say I hope the door doesn't close in our faces.

We don't reach end enter the door till 12:06. And... it opens on a courtyard that goes to another door. We inch forward, four or five guys at a time, eventually, we're let in. It's 12:35. But still, the skinhead bull at the door is happy to let us in, the guy at the counter to take our reasonably eight euros. He hands me a little laminated square with a number in the 900s on it. That bodes well. The place is huge. I go down the hall, following the signs to the clothes check. Wait in a (much shorter line), hand him my number tag, he grabs a clear plastic garbage bag, writes the number on the bag and my upper arm with a marker, hands the tag back. "Put clothes in and bring back." So I do, and on into the club.

Multiple rooms, multiple bars. A few lofts, outdoor space, lots of platforms, a couple of slings. Everything but one of the slings is at least partly occupied. Some of the twins are drinking, some are fucking each other, others are having sex outside the tribe. A good sign.

Several rooms on. It's got the feel of huge sex mazes I've loved before, but more social in spots, without getting in the way of the sex. In fact, it's a lot like the Mineshaft would have been had it been many times its size and all on one level. 

Hand on my jock-strap-framed butt, from behind. Hand moves to the crack, fingers brushing my hole, and it wakes to the attention. Wakes hungry. He turns me around. Shorter (though a little taller than I), shaven-headed, bearded hot leather dad. His thick uncut dick is out and twitching to hardness. Not a word spoken - and the music is too loud and thump in the room for conversation, as it should be. Pushes down on my shoulder. I drop to my knees, mouth open wide, tongue out, and take his dick in without touching it. As deep as I can, for the first stroke. Let him know the sort of hungry cocksucker I am. On the second or third, balls deep again, but this time, my lips sliding his foreskin back.

About a full minute of runs of deep strokes mixed with medium, working the shaft, and a few concentrated near the dickhead. He likes it - not always true with sensitive uncut cock. I know he does because of the moan that rumbles through him - I don't hear it, I feel it. 

He gets serious about either getting off or going to part two - hand on the top of my head like a palmed basketball, deep skullfuck thrusts. The spit thickens and pools in my throat. He goes at it for twenty seconds or so, then takes his hand off, and I continue skullfucking myself on his cock. He's going for lube. He pulls my mouth off, and lots of slick stuff from my throat is covering it, still stranded from my throat. Bends down, grabs me by the jock waistband, turns me around again, bends me over the platform. Reaches around, puts a couple of fingers in my still-spit-slick mouth, pulls them out slippers, thrusts them both in my hole deep, moves them around, spreads them apart. Pulls them out, slams his dick in. I wince, only a tiny bit and silently, and think: this is why I'm here.

So the thrusts come: one after the other, rapidly, bam! bam! bam! My hole is being used to get him off. It's clear that whether I'm into it really hasn't crossed his mind much - entry is consent. And after minutes of this, he pulls out all the way, and slams in. Again. Again. (I'm pretty sure the spit has long dried up and any lube is being made by my hungry hole.) Then he pulls out again, and pokes into my hole only a couple of inches. And once more. He wants the dickhead worked. So I use my hole as much as I can to make it feel good. That goes on for a minute, and he slams in again till he hits bottom. 

Now he's going for the load. And so am I: still working my hole, giving him full free movement, but a bit of resistance to stroke him to cum. No damn tight hole nonsense - I hate that whether I'm fucking it or being fucked - just a smart one.

The rhythm changes, more insistent but a little slower. And I feel his dick throbbing, throbbing, and delivering a big load. I'm still face-down on the platform and bent over. When he finishes, he pats me on the butt three times, and walks away without a word.

As I raise my head off the platform, I see a hot hairy-chested twenty-something has been sitting on the platform, back toward the wall, dick out and hard. In fact, erect in that twenty-something curving-upward sort of way. His dick is about the same length, foreskin longer and pointier. He slides down so his booted legs are on either side of me, grabs my chin, pulls it toward his cock. I open my mouth for it, and he grabs the back of my neck, holds me down on it, then pushes it deeper into my throat. Holds me there, laughs a little. I look up at him. He knows he's got me. 

He lets up, moves his hand back, but just far enough for me to still have the tip of his cock in my mouth. I ride it as if he were fucking my throat, he's getting hotter and harder. I look up again, and he's looking into the distance. Not into space - he has someone's eye. He grabs my head again, fucks harder and harder. Silently gives me a huge, sweet load. Picks my face up by the chin. Touches my lips. A model-cute blond comes over, gets down, starts cleaning it off. I'll pass then in a few minutes, with dark boy's hard-again cock buried deep in the fuckhole of the model-blond. As pretty as the boy is, he looks so much better with his face twisted in fuck-pain-pleasure.

Time for a drink. I grab one and pay for it with the notes in my sock, and enter a long social corridor. A bear-and-otter couple form the center of a constellation, with a few other couples orbiting. The big bear is holding court, his partner, damn cute, alternately listening, teasing, chatting, and making out with one or both of the members of the other couples.

"Where are you from?"
"Seattle."
"Wow, really? I have a brother who lives in Seattle." I hold back from the "you live in a place with 700,000 people - do you know XXX?" meme.
And "blah blah Ru Paul blah blah Drag Race - do you know Jinkx Monsoon?" 
"Yes, as Jinkx and as Jerick, friend of friends..."
And blah blah Ru blah blah t-word controversy... "On the list of topics I don't discuss is the appropriateness of the t-word. Especially here and now."
"But my brother in Seattle is trans, and..."
Oh, bother. Trans. German. Improves the odds. Might as well.
"OK, so who's your brother?"
"J_______"...
And, yeah, he's a friend of mine.

Over the next half hour or so, my mood moves from cordial to I'd-chew-my-arm-off-if-I-have-to-to-get-out-of-this. Not because they weren't fine... but I can have bar talk anywhere.

So I excuse my self to do what you go to a sexclub to do. Enter the next room. And find the couple from Milan. A third has just stood up from sucking the blond's cock - he kisses them both, walks away. They pull me in. And the main event of the evening begins.

...Which will follow shortly. It'll be worth the wait. (I know this may shock you, but I'm not even an exclusive bottom in the next chapter...)