Diary of a Gay Cock Slut.

..I wouldn't believe it initially either....

2005-10-02T06:59:27Z

..everyone has their fav's..fav restaurant..fav band...fav cock!!...I have these 2 friends who are on the tippy top of my list...however they had never met each other..i thought that odd and tried unsuccessfully mind you...to work something out...well the stars must have lined up because i got the two of them at my place, at the same time...for most of last weekend.....whooooohoooooo

...the meat...

2005-06-30T19:50:27Z

...I hadn't planned on ending up here, it just worked out that way...but they ran with the idea that I set things so I got to 'Meat' last. That, coupled with my performance up till then had more than one interested piqued. When I finally got to Meat, each guy on his side backed up some. Sam got in real close with the camera...I layed it on a bit for this effect. Slowly, I placed the head of his dick on my tongue...then while maintaining eye contact, in one swift motion, I swallowed all 11 inches or so. Like many guys that large, Meat was not fully hard so I made the most of it. I doubted I could handle him that way, if he was fully hard.

When my nose landed in his bush it got some raves and a few guys clapped. Now came the ringer...I held him in my throat for 2 whole minutes. By the time I finally let him go, it looked as if I'd been crying all day.

....the nitty gritty....

2005-06-30T12:11:13Z

...I had been thinking about 4 of the guys more than others, but I started with the first guy on my left. Someone commented "Jewish folks go right to left you know...that's discrimination." The first guy, Mickey, was decently hung but appeared smaller than others...I positioned myself on my knees in front and the right side closed right in...someone made another remark that I missed while inhaling Mickey.

A technique or 'trick' I fell into at some point is unless it's comical, I make my best attempt to make it seem like and effort to blow someone. Makes everyone feel good. In the beginning you could hold Mickeys cock like a cigarette but I thought that might get noticed.

Not that it mattered, he grew considerably right away...still not measuring up to the the 'cane' guy (who I later learned liked to be called 'meat' real name Irving or Irvin), but gaining in all areas. I stopped for a second, and made a remark about the 'Jewish' crack and grabbed hold of the guy on the far right.

I switched back and forth, changing up my speed and the tempo just for kicks when I was assaulted by a bright light. Sam figured this may work better...someone told him to throw a sock or something over it because it was bright enough to feel. I murmured my thanks and went back to work.

The right guy introduced himself bewteen moans...I stopped and replied..."nice to meet ya...how's it going?"

"Looks likes things are pretty good to me.." the guy next to him said.

So I started jerking them off and asked of the first guy "so you're Mickey?" and then to Billy "Billy..." His neighbor cut in at that point with "that's Billy, I'm Bill..." and pushed forward. I took that as an invite...

The next one over started playfully slapping my face with his prick and someone else said...that's Sarge. I nodded and took him inot my mouth.

I was lopsided so I turned back to the left..."Mark" was all he said and lifted his dick out of the way, indicating he wanted some ballwork done.

Every now and then someone stepped aside a bit to let Sam peer thru with his camera...I couldn't see my image on the tv too well but I was getting some good reviews for both performance and how it looked.

I gave 150 percent when I got to Alby just to let him know we were cool.
I switched back over and met another "Marc", then "Tony" next to him.

All that remained was Sam, who was having a ball it seemed with the camera and "Meat"........

....lights...camera....

2005-06-30T11:19:56Z

...I was still taking in the site. It is quite a site. When Sam (the homeowner) called out "ooh wait" and ran off. He returned almost immediately with a video camera on a tripod...then vanished again and returned with a cardboard box...

"You've told me you like being photographed..." he then started tossing a few items to the others. I wondered what they might be and he explained "some of the fellas are kinda shy.' They were a variety of masks and whatnot. I finished off my drink and commented about how unfortunate it was for the shy.

"I know I ain't that shy..." and everyone laughed. I told Sam not to worry about the tripod "just pass it around...makes thing more interesting plus it'll help guarantee no one gets IDed or whatnot"

"Sounds like someone's been here before huh?" Laughter. Then..."excuse me but it's someone's turn to lose some clothing"

Sam played with the wires a bit and suddenly there was a crazy image on the new TV. He fussed with the zoom and the room came into the picture. Alby added "ahem...so mister...you're here uhh to fix the plumbing huh?" More laughs, then I trumped him with "well if it's plumbing then we'll need more of this" and tugged my boxers down about 6 inches.

I looked over to Sam and asked "is that cool?" He replied "oh sure, already taping..." Which seemed a perfect intro....

....enough smalltalk....

2005-06-30T11:08:13Z

...now this guy, whom folks called "Alby" was pretty cool, but he overstressed the niceness factor...I appreciated it, but sometimes less is more. He kept saying..."hey if you're not cool with whatever...then it's cool" and other related sentiments. About 5 minutes later, the only other bottom got a call on his cell and had to boogie. I hit the bathroom, assessed the situation and thought...'well I'll just see what I see.'

I came back out and found Alby, we'd built up the most rapport...I guess he thought I hesitated (which I didn't) and unlaced his 80's style Umbros.

"Keith tells me you like big dick?" and started playing with himself. Someone shouted out "well duhhh..." and the room laughed. The tension had receded somewhat but there was still something in the air.

I put my drink down and said "maybe whoever said that is afraid to show what he brought"

"oooh" collectively.Followed by a "ahh little smartmouth huh?" and he emerged from the sectional couch. "Uh Oh." and a few "oh mans" were heard as he stepped forward.

In the semi lit room I first thought he used a cane...my mistake.

"It's all down hill from there I'm afraid" someone else said.

Still staring I barely managed "howbout everyone line up...let's see if I should bother staying" I managed with enough smirkiness.

In under a minute I had 8 guys standing in front of the huge sectional couch. One moved the coffee table as I heard "ready for inspection!" A few stragglers were smoking and wandering in and out. The house was kinda cool in a Sandford and Son way. We actually weren't in the house proper, just an overly done screened porch which had been transformed into a makeshift playroom. Someone had added to a tiny house, many many times over. There was carpeting, and it appeared fully insulated, along the one wall was a circa 1985 projection TV...on the other was a circa 2000 big screen. There were speakers somewhere but it was hard to tell.

...moving on....

2005-06-30T10:34:28Z

I realized there were 4 maybe 5 guys there before I talked with him...when I got there there was about 15 guys milling about and it turned into some kind of impromptu party...he has get togethers quite bit, and I'd heard tale of them before but being there, as always, is a different story.

Things were tense (for lack of a better word) at first, until this guys neighbor, approached me in the kitchen and told me what's up...it was me and two others who were the only bottoms present...the other dozen appeared when it looked like something might happen. One bottom had yet to arrive, and everytime I re-entered the main room it seemed like folks were wearing less clothing.

...and it didn't stop there....

2005-06-30T10:06:45Z

...for one reason or another, I had gone without dick for almost six weeks. Now this is where I usually end up doing something crazy...the inhibitions take off around week 3 usually. So after my return, I went to work, went shoppinh and did all the mundane things for over a month. The opportunity to play never really came up....until one Saturday night...I had some normal everyday plans fall through and wound up sitting around about 9pm...So I emailed a guy I'd been talking with on and off but never met, asking him what's up?

He replied almost immediately commanding me to come to his house. He lives about 75 miles away which is why we had never met...but I decided what the hell...and hopped in the car...he told me he was hanging out with some friends just chilling (his words not mine).

Well after arriving, I realized that he had called a few other folks and they'd been talking, drinking, and whatever...a lot of the talk was about me...and my pic was displayed on his pc.

I need to be punished.....

2005-06-30T09:45:04Z

...the human male sex drive is always surprising me...I'm been terrible with this journal thing, but that doesn't mean not busy. Anyway, I had to leave town for a bit to testify at a high school buddys' sentencing hearing on a DWI. Well, to make a long story short, I was late for court (they never got around to me anyhow) because I had decided to visit my old haunts the night before. The thought crossed my mind that everyone was getting situated, all trying to be quiet, the stenographer getting ready, everyone waiting on 'da judge,' meanwhile about 2 miles away in some darkened back room, I was busy getting railed at both ends in some weird welcome back to the neighborhood fuckfest.

Even after having that thought, I justified it with "well we were never really all that close" etc...

So it's a Thursday morning about 10am and about a third of my HS class is sitting all dressed proper, shushing each other and trying to look responsible, as if any of that could rub off on my buddy...all the while I'm rethinking our entire relationship because I'm having a blast with an old hookup guy deep in my ass and his friend deep in my throat.

That page never made the yearbooks. Most likely to.....?

oh my my my

2005-01-23T04:47:47Z

...he stopped by yesterday afternoon about 4....it may have been a dream but I got fucked like a cheerleader lost on Alcatraz...

Porn

2004-09-06T13:20:42Z

Sooner or later I knew we'd come to this subject. Sadly I am one of many who came up on what I consider to be the 'depression' of pornography. Everyone's mind was on disease and despair, so many producers went the extra mile to showcase just how 'healthy' folks were.

Which translated, meant you got 800,000 movies starring Biff BeachBuddy and Brad Sunblock. Impossibly fit, and somehow believingly uninteresting, so that phase went by in the audio equivalent of " umm uh yeah baby ...uh ."

Lately however with, DVD's storming into homes like it was Normandy, you're not only seeing less PC porn but also a huge resurgence of a personal fav of mine. Late 70's-Early 80's...where you had a few dozen Tom Selleck lookalikes just going at it willy nilly!

So take a moment if you will, get past the hairstyles and well fashion in general, and remininsce about a time when people would suck and fuck with wild abandon.

I'm working on the 1.21 Jigowatts and the Delorean is ready to fly...anyone feel like taking a trip?

Hello folks

2004-07-30T01:01:47Z

Man, i am teribble with this journal. This time I first forgot my password then remembered it wrong. Sorry. I don't know how but i somehow managed to get 4 thick dicks on their way here at the same time...Every now and then it just happens like that. Yay...

They are all cool with each other as well. So, here I sit nearly burning a hole in the rug from pacing...someone is excited!

As for the journal, again sorry. i do have those 'entries' and what not (along with some archive stuff) I'll post someday...now there just a couple hundred K of text...

Plus, i've been busy...if you could would you suck dick or talk to me? Exactly! (just kidding) I'll actually see if I can incorporate this journal into something...hmmm

Great Night! Woohoo

2004-05-30T17:44:07Z

I landed all cherries on the cocksluts slot machine...I started to prowl about late thursday afternoon..and since then I've had 6 beautiful big fat dicks come strolling through my door. the first two at the same time!!!
One dude was really late and I thought he may not show so I made other plans...well they BOTH showed up within 20 minutes of each other.
That's how it goes sometimes...I wasn't sure what to say/do but they were both cool with more than one other person...5 minutes after that I'm chugging two fat cocks, happily alternating between them.

....

2004-05-15T13:19:55Z

All of this 'thinking' took place partially because of the downtime between coming and going etc but also because those 'heartland' folks I mentioned earlier have to jump through some hoops in order to find 'fun'. At one point I've had 3 or 4 regular nice fat cocks withing 5 minute walks. Even with the first cruise spot, it was still within 10 minutes or so.
With the thinking I've been recalling quite a few totally crazy situations. I think that first time was indicative of how it'd go for me. I ended up going back to this guy's house (which wasn't all that usual for the spot) before I had a chance to be nervous he opened a robe he'd changed into and apologized if he came across as too forward.
No need. A bit on the thin side but straight and solid. I dropped down to my knees and took a closer look. His hand rested on the back of my head and it about that time.
It took all of three seconds before I new not only that I liked it but damn well loved it. A while leter he asked me when the last time I got fucked? I answered, "a while" and played it cool. i hadn;t given this option all that much thought to be honest. He turned me around and bent me over the bed. I actually recall thinking I should take a moment to be able to years later. He pushed into my ass real hard with his hips , I almost thought 'oh great' when he popped in an inch or so.
He nearly pulled my ass apart when he grabbed my cheeks. He had found an angle and just force fed my ass. It didn't hurt like I thought it might but it also felt cool as hell when he panged off whatever inside me.
I skipped my first couple of classes because I returned home after them anyway. Now, as far as crusing or that spot this was unusual but I'd take it anyday over some of the first times I have heard. I rememeber it all as good. Not tremendous in any way physically but obviously memorable for me. I actually hooke dup with that guy twice more.

My desire for cock (not even to suck just to find at first) led me to sucking my first cock, and getting fucked as well.

Aim for one thing, end up hitting all sorts of things is a recurrent theme.

Thinkin' out loud...

2004-05-15T12:52:42Z

I'm pretty lucky. For some reason, I've been thinking about it lately and I conclcuded that I'm pretty lucky. I love cock. I think we have established that already. I can remember the very first time I saw one being sucked 'live' so to speak. 'Live' meaning filmed and not pictures. At that age I was looking at whatvever kind of porn came my way. I didn't pick up on anything at first but when I popped in that first tape, the first image I saw was an overly permed exited woman was chowing down on this dick.
Now if it were a sound it would have been a 'twang.' But that's exactly what I felt like just then. I didn't think I was this that or the other back then I was equally happy to see anyone naked at the time. I'm also not one of those crazy women haters. I love women. I've been attracted to women before, just for different reasons than men etc. Granted I think that has been smoothing out some over the years and I lean more toward the menfolks.
Anyway, I was practically mesmerized by what I was seeing. It had a dated look even then but who cared. Someone hadn't rewound so from that point on I watched the rest of it trying to find my guy again. It ended (as they do) rather apruptly. So I rewound and started it from the beginning. There i got to see a cheesy porn credits were guy by guy enteres rooms and 'poof' their clothes vanished.
Apparently these genies girls had special powers blah blah. At that point I knew I liked dicks. I wasn't brought up and still don't buy into all that 'eww Argh' response between some guys. I think some guys aren't gay at all, but anything beyond uninterest in it is insecurity to me.
I had been looking at magazines, whenever I could, and trying to catch the sex scenes late at night on cable. etc etc.
It wasn't till one day I stole a copy of Honcho magazine from a local store and hauled ass into the woods nearby for a look, that I knew something was up. The coverguy had caught my eye for some reason and I just went for it. Now this magazine wasn't neccesarily gay. It had pictorials of naked men like Playgirl but these guys were often hard and very suggestive.
Another piece fell into place when I saw this porn film blowjob. It took my retarded pubescent brain a while to put it all together but it started coming into focus a bit. I thought that the blowjob I saw looked like a heck of a lot of fun. The more I thought about it the more I thought of why it seemed fun. Because SHE looked like she was enjoying it and he did too. when I started to think form that perspective, I nearly came. My own dick seemed like sparks would be shooting of it. It felt electric. So I watched it again, and again (and again...). There was a guy in that movie who is still around today I think and although he had a small part in an orgy scene I remember heading back to it more than anything else.
I just thought i had a dick , so I'd naturally have an affinity towards others. It never hit me or was a sudden realization but soon enough I'd realized that what I'd really like is to be in HER position. Not HER, just her position. The thinking went from "if I were here I'd..." all the way to "I'd let that dude do that to me." More dick in magazines, more dick in porn. There was no denying it even then.
Soon I had found one way or another to come by hardcore gay porn. I had gone all the way to trying to figure out how I could get to even see cock, live and in person. This was all before the internet and being and bonafied adult as well. I was a kid, living at home with my family, doing all the normal things kids do and living in this fantasy life that I'd never thought I'd see anytime soon.
It even got to the point where after hearing a rumor, about a rumor, that someone may have heard someone say once I found myself trying to work up the courage to see if it was true about these local drivers (trucks mostly) who'd park alongside a service road and sleep, eat, and hopefully...?
Well i spent 9 hours total and still worked up nothing.I wandered and loitered all day long for nothing. Then quite by accident someone mentioned something in my presence about a cruising spot. Then as if Buddha himself was listening, another person chimes in and supported that idea. Well less than 12 hours later guess where you could find me?

Which brings me back to the lucky business. Boy wants girl. Boy fumbles about in an overly long and drawn out process of getting girl. Any girl. Most guys I knew had sex with one girl by the time we went off to higher education. A few had ben with 2 or 3 and a bunch...none. Different mentality about interaction, sex, etc. No cruising in that area. Women aren't base in that way as much as men are.
Now girl wants girl let's say. Different mentality. Not as base as I said, now twice over. Kinky pillow fights at the slumber party notwithstanding. Girl/Girl wasn't nearly as cool, shiek, cute or accepted as now.
Now, guy wants guy. Tricky because of the previously mentioned "argh-eww" response that could quite well not be pretty at all or the end all be all of your young life if word got out etc. But take that issue away? I was and still generally am not into my friends that, but not so much into my own age group either.
I never fooled around with my best buddy or someone at camp etc. The interest wasn't there. Don;t know if I would have had the balls to try either. Never came up.
What I did do was exploit the reason I feel lucky. Cruising was and still is a niche' hobby of guys who want whatever with other guys. There are set guidelines in place and everyone knows the score.

The lucky part kicks in all over. For one, until that same night I went to the crusing spot, I didn't know how I'd feel about actually sucking dick, or touching dick etc. I had an idea, but nothing definitive. I was lucky that there was that outlet. Second, take a gay teen, and lesbian teen, and a straight teen, and tell them it's a race and chances are the gay teen will win, followed by the lesbian, and who knows when the straight guy would finish.

So, I've been trying to figure all this out forever it seemed. I even tried some of the personals in the the skin papers for alternative lifestyles etc.

Lucky still...men who are horny are pigs. Men who are horny and happen to like younger guys will find the youngest guy around no matter what. And I looked young. Not felony young, but18-19-20 ish. If I looked younger to anyone they never said and I lied (was a bit younger than 18) if it came up.

Finally I knew how retarded I was so even if I was interested in my peers and had a lot less nightmare all over it with someone who has been there, so to speak.

I have also had some of the craziest, freakiest, most outraegous fun in that area. I'm walking, talking, healthy and happy to this day and still love it as i did then. Strength-wise that is. I know I love cock now. Different feeling than when you first push that pulsing hot dick to the back of your throat and realize that this won't be the last time you'll be visiting.

Lucky indeed. I don't care whether it's pussy, cock, downhill snowboarding or yahtzee, if you're fortunate to find something that makes you happy, you're lucky too. To find it so young as well? Lucked squared.

boom chicka boom wrrrrawrrr

2004-05-02T18:08:30Z

Will moved to the side and the new voice plopped down beside him. Whoever was back there was trying to make a serious point. A voice called out “oh I think he likes it…”
“ you think so?” another voice said. I felt my cheeks being pulled apart and I had what felt like a foot and a half of cock buried in my backyard. Suddenly there were two faces in front discussing me amongst themselves. “I’ll ask..” one said “you like it don’t you? You love it!?”

I did what I could to make eye contact but was limited with my hair being pulled. Finally through gritted teeth I said..” who cares?? FUCK ME!....HARDER…and FASTER!”

They broke into various cackles. One in front said to Will “Armbrusters’ here..”

Jeff called out from parts unknown “tell him to get in here quick…and Benny, get your gear on.”

So it was Benny, he grabbed his crotch and mushed it up against my face and added “oh man we are going to have a partayyy” I started jamming myself back into Art daring him to fuck me even harder.

Armbruster made his presence known immediately. They pulled back a curtain next to the video display area and I could see what was behind me. A hand which I guessed was Armbrusters grabbed my ass and clamped down some. I moved into it and arched my back even more.

Jeff reappeared in front and said I could have whatever I wanted, as long as I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. I wiped my forehead against my arm and just said “cock.”

Armbruster flew into the picture and shoved Jeff aside. He didn’t unbuckle his belt just pulled his meat out and stabbed me in the face. That did catch me off guard and when he finally took himself out I spit up some and was trying to catch some breath.

Everyone in the room, seemed to get a charge every single time it appeared as if I was having a hard time. I played into enough to give them what they needed and enough for what I needed as well. Truth be told I was a bit rusty. Maybe even a little tense with the situation. Who knows. All I knew was that I was tight. Never had anything but raves back there, but this was a bit different. I wasn’t the only one who thought so.

Not much after I had been thinking that you heard the unmistakeable sounds of a guy in your ass really trying not to cum. “ aaaagghhhh….sonnovabitch…this bitch is tight….”

He herked and jerked something fierce and just popped clear out. He hopped a bit away, still trying not to cum.

Armbruster called out “guys, hey guys…get in…get in there and let me know how tight he is..”
I waited for what seemed like a long minute before I felt someone running something against my asshole.” This seemed like an odd choice to approach considering the freight train that had just been there.
“c’mon dude, it ain’t your girlfriend…fuck!!” Art said from across the room. I caught sight of Benny. His torso to be exact at the mirror. I gave my ass a wee wiggle just to clear the way.

Now some people are dominant off the bat…others need some warming up…there are a few however who pull a lightswitch job and just become.
Inearly got pulled apart and felt some familiar pressure right on my hole. Harder then, then almost nothing, then harder again…and deeper.

Whoa, different but interesting. I thought he’d finished 3 actual times before he let out a groan when he found himself tucked in nicely. I didn’t hear it but the switch got flicked around then. He clamped on to my waist and pulled out so hard an fast, I could have started a barbecue with my ass. I jumped at that so much again I gagged myself pretty good with Armbrusters dick. Again a charge…but Benny nearly gave me a heart attack when suddenly he just screamed out “ohhyyyyeeeeaaaaahhh” and the race was on. That super burst and my jolt of a reaction just added fuel to the fire.

He kept having to reposition him, otherwise he would have fallen on top of me he was leaning into each and every push. Everything changed about him. His voice took on a gravelly quality and he just got downright fierce. He started in with how not only was I going to get fucked bigtime but I was going to get fucked big time until he thought I’d had enough. The last five words of the sentence were punctuated my lung splitting heaves.

I still don’t know how he managed to never slip up. He slid all the way and pulled almost all the way out. At some point I lost time or something because I never recalled Art popping back into the mix but there he was having a chat with Will Jeff and Armbruster in front of me, each alternating who I could would or should suck.

I also don’t recall the exact moment Benny was out of me. All I remember thinking was to check for smoke. I ass felt like it’d sound like a bad science fiction movie. Pulsing, almost trying to catch it’s breath it seemed. Jeff (I assume) said something I didn’t catch and in a moment I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. This huge part of the wall was actually a giant door at some point (it was barn once I guess) now only the top opened. That was surprising, what was shocking was I was looking at the sun. Somehow or another I zoned out or something for at least 6 hours. One fast night turned into one speedy damned day. Benny took control and sort of gave orders to the others. “jeff go…arm fuck….will fuck….wait….” and so on while slapping my face with his prick or whatnot.

The rest of the day slipped by me in a some sort hazed out dream. At one point Jeff left for what may have been 5 minutes or 2 hours…and I know Armbrusters had to run back to the vets office where he worked to do something. And he returned.

Now I had been roughhoused here and there, and shuffled bit by bit. But when someone flipped me over on my back, not only did I hear the biggest bracking sound ever but I almost slide off this flat padded bench. Sideways. Then almost off the other way when Will put my legs on his shoulders and pulled me towards him. Soon enough I got wacked my two towels and attempted to use them on the surrounding areas and myself all while Will worked out how to get inside.

ArmBruster grabbed a towel and did a turbo wipe then tossed it aside and grabbed my wrists, securing me. Once secure, Will had me all in his sights and plunked his cock right in there. They had gone around already twice with giving me the whole ‘oh we’ll see about this big city bitch.’

It was easier this way for a few reasons, one being I had already been totally ragefucked for over 24 hours now. Holy shit. Another being I was on my back and that was a world of difference. The light came on I noticed and the pitch picked up some. I was alternating between two cocks on each side of my head, Armbruster was in me at this point and someone went to get the food! “C’mon…let’s dump on this guy..and go eat..I am damned hungry….” 2 voices called out loud for jeff to get back.

Jeff came back in and they told him “jeff…hey c’mon…we’re all gonna blow, same time..c’mon…”

“oh oh ohyyeah….step aside for a minute then. I look up and there are 4 heads I can make out barely. The 5th is around cause I feel hands on my nipples and ass here and there.
Again I couldn’t tell you whether it was 5 minute sor 2 hours but the alternated counter clockwise around me. One in my ass, a cock in my face and each hand, Then 2 in my face. They definitely went around 3 maybe even 4 times. The did try their best to time it but only 2 of them really blew at the same time. Those happened to be to two nearest to my my face. Armbruster and Art blew about a gallon of cum on my neck, my ears, my hair all over my face, and annoyingly right up my nose. Will shot his load right after pulling out of my ass and managed to hit me in the next. A freaking geyser this guy was and surprisingly Benny, was a dribbler. And not much of one at that. Jeff finally came after pacing and jacking, and fucking me, and getting sucked by me, and pacing etc. But he tried to get back to me and only halfway made it. Actually more jizz from Jeff hit Art than me.
I recall someone asking me something I didn’t answer, then everyone being gone.

I just layed there forever soaking it in. Both the experience and the taker truck of cum they left all over me. I remember two distinct feeling. Ok, three. First I was hungrier than I could recall. Second, I couldn’t do a thing about because I was slightly more exhausted, numb, weak and nearly senseless after being thunderfucked for over a day. A day! Can you believe it? But…it didn’t exactly end there……………..

ok

2004-04-27T16:00:47Z

Anyway, it had seemed like forever, since I was able to get out and play. It was long enough to where I began thinking about when before it’d been so long. Add to that the fact that I was currently sitting in the middle of nowhere. Or at least I could see it from where I was.
I had come to the ‘heartland’ in order to assist a friend with various things, but like most nights, found myself alone and back in my motel room at 6.
I had ventured out earlier in the week to the nearest adult book store for some adult stimulation. It wasn’t much but it helped I guess. I thought it would be interesting but had no idea.
However, as any trained cock slut will tell you, there is almost always a sweaty, hunky, cocksure underbelly to any community. This one appeared to be the exception until I rant into Jeff.
Jeff was mid-forties, clean cut (in a farmer kinda way). He was on his way out of the shop as I was entering. Soon enough we were just chatting about all things under the sun. Eventually said so long and took off. Or so you’d think. I spent as much time as possible browsing the limited selection then decided to call it a day. I wandered back outside and wondered what I would do with the rest of my Thursday night. I noticed that Jeff’s truck was still parked there among about 4 others. The only other place that was open was some half assed bar/café thing. So I went in got a beer and parked it. Nobody really paid any attention to me other than the sideways look. The place was ‘packed’ with all of 6 people. I was thinking about heading out when Jeff appeared in front of me to say ‘hey.’
We got along well enough. As we drank more he got a little looser and the conversation turned. He was seemingly impressed by the fact that I was from a big city and pressed me on all that. I’d learned that he’d been married, now divorced and now lived alone about 20 miles or so away.
Everything he was throwing out at me vibe-wise said gay gay gay, but I stepped lightly. The chat turned at one point to sex (as it always does) and he leaned in toward me and confessed how he really really loved to fuck a nice ass. I asked if he managed any in a town like this. He explained how it was sometimes awful but he had managed to create somewhat of a little local network, first with his HAM and now the internet. I told him that it’d be a bit since I had a chance to let my hair down. He gave me a look which said go on…and after almost 3 hours of orbiting the subject I just decided that it was long enough and said “Jeff, if the stars lined up right, I’d fuck everyone in this bar…just hop on that pooltable, point my city ass skyward and go….”
I think the directness threw him but not for long to his credit.
He just looked at me for a long second and we went into another area of chat. He kept up with the big city theme and how he wasn’t sure him and the likes could hold up etc. Then he started throwing scenarios my way. Most were pretty tame in my book but he had imagination. At one point it was clear it was just talking so I made my way out the door. I was at my car when he stopped me and asked what I was up to that weekend. I told him nothing, nothing at all. I told him where I was staying and to let me know if anything interesting was happening. He asked me if I was serious about what we talked about. I said yes. He asked again. He stopped asking about a minute before I would have said something.
So I’m back in the room trying to be bored to sleep a little after midnight that night when the phone rings. It’s Jeff. He says he’s ‘made some calls’ etc and if I was interested, I should come by his place about 5 the next day. I agreed and thought another night of chatting beats tv in my motel room.
The next day and it a little after 5. I knock on his door. He answers, lets me in and gives me the tour. It was a functional but offseason soy farm of some sort. All the recquisite farm stuff was there. Including a barn and one huge silo. He saw me looking at it, explained how it was from before soy etc and that it was funny I should notice it. I asked why and he led me into the barn. Not so much a fully functional barn as it were. More like 10 percent and the rest was dying for a purpose. He began to hit some lightswitches heading towards the back. He pulled back a large old garage type door and immediately my body woke up some. On the far wall was a huge projected image of 4 or 5 guys having at each other. He explained that he got 90 percent of this stuff while away or whatnot. It was old technology but for sex starved me it was perfect. A blue light on the well came to life and he clicked back twice on another panel. He explained that that just meant someone was here, probably Art. He gave me a beer and disappeared for a few. This guy had constructed a nice little sex cubby in the back of his barn.
By the time he got back I was rubbing myself a bit, shoes off and getting into watching the wall. He crossed and said Art would be back in a few etc and asked again If I was cool with it etc.
I told him once again I was cool with whatever. He opened a portable wardbrobe and started changing. He was quick, I’ll admit cause next thing I knew he was headed toward me in leather pants, a strap or two across his bare chest and fidgeting with more leather in his hand. “I suppose you’ve seen folks like this before huh?”
He asked. I said I’d seen people dressed like that but not out here. He was making a show if it but I cut him off by saying…”you wanna dig up any other toys? Or pop that mask on and take it from there….”
He made another big city comment and popped his mask on. He then took a huge hit of some gizmo and passed it over. It was some homemade contraption but essentially just poppers. He got up hit some lights, turned some knobs and the room got a whole disco thing suddenly. The wall still ran, but music got turned up and he took another big hit.
As many do, his personality changed when he slipped on the mask, this one was more assertive, less nice it seemed. Which was fine, I was about to smack the nice guy. “Take off your pants…ok”
I smiled somewhat and nodded. Got up and took off my pants and boxers. “Shirt too.”
He checked out my goods for a bit. A light clicked on in what I thought was a wall. I hadn’t really looked that hard but it was a mirror and the light came from the other side. Fancy schmancy.
“On your knees…” Done. “come over here…on your hands and knees” Done.
I always respect whatever someone has to or likes to do to get where they want to be…I played the submissive right in tune with his dominating leatherman routine. It was cute. He popped a button or three and out flopped his cock. He ‘fed’ me another hit of his homemade poppers deal and told me to have a look. Look but don’t touch. So I did. Finally, he ‘let’ me touch…but only with my mouth.
It was around this time where I decided to have a little fun with him. I looked him dead in his mask and slowly sank every bit of his dick I could into my mouth without blinking or looking away. Then just to see who I was dealing with…held it there. For almost a counted 60 seconds in my mind. Then just as easy came back up. I had done this before and it had been easier. It had also been harder but he had about 7 inches or so. Curved upward ever so slightly and it may sound weird, but it was more spongy than anything. “Nice, oh yeah, city boy, do that…again” So I did. This time his head was back otherwise he would have seen the tears from my eyes. I was doing fine but some cock just hit certain places. I heard the door open and what sounded like chains or the like. I felt rather than noticed Art enter the room, no doubt dressed as well.
I jumped a bit with his cock halfway in my mouth when I felt a huge tongue in my ass. Next thing I recall, the blue light came on again. Someone else was here…”you don’t mind more people,right” It sounded more pleading that I guessed he would have liked but I nodded as if to say…’your show.’ I felt hands on the back on my head and what felt like a 6 inch wet tongue in my ass.
Art was having issues or something because I was hoisted up on the padded bench…then the door opened and there was someone else in the room…”dayummm” I heard.
He was immediately shushed and then told to bring his meat over here. “You’re going to suck his cock—you’re going to suck any cock we tell you to..” Jeff said in his best crazy top stud voice. At that point I was happy as hell to have a dick in my mouth but gave him my best innocent eyed “uh-huh.”
Besides, art was doing wonders back there. This guy was huge and bent a bit. I also found it an intial struggle to keep my mouth wet enough. He didn’t seem to care soon enough he had both hands over my ears and was gently thrusting into my face. Jeff then began explaining a few things that we had talked about the night before. And that this was the ‘pooltable’ for all intents and purposes and I was going to get a proper (town name) welcome.
I stopped sucking for a moment and explained to anyone and everyone that I honestly could care less as long as someone planned on fucking me. I’m always more inclined to suck but felt like adding fuel to the fire. I saw the light from the hall a few more times but couldn’t tell if anyone had arrived or simply stepped out. My bent friend whose name was Will it appeared got very much into playing around by slapping me in the face with his dick, or rubbing it outside my lips. Jeff went on to say something else about the big city and they all seemed suitably impressed but something else was born then. Determination perhaps. They began to discuss my ass as if I were not present and how it appeared to quiver at times. Yep. Felt like it. Will then asked me “mr. los angleez, how do you stop all that?” Pulled my head up some and popped his cock out of my mouth. I felt like mixing it up some still and said..”you can start by showing this city boy—how you country studs FUCK—“
He agreed it seemed and announced “prolly wouldn’t notice any quivering if you slid a cock up in there”..Another voice I hadn’t heard as of yet leaned in “is that right metropolis? If we—“ Then Art cut in with—‘let’s just fuck it nice nad hard and stop wondering if he approves or not.”

“Thank you” I said and was about to add to it when I felt a bolt of pain shoot up to my neck and back. Someone had just pressed up and slid right inside me up to the hilt. I felt my hair being pulled back hard. Will moved to the side and the new voice plopped down beside him.

bottom @ 2004-04-27T07:28:00

2004-04-27T14:28:06Z

Hey people...let me preface this next entry by saying that until proven otherwise (and let's hope that doesn't happen) that midwest folk maybe be simple ina lot of ways and need some work on some issues, but they certainly do fuck hard.

Oh friends, dear friends....

2004-04-09T21:43:58Z

No I have not forgotten you all (the mysterious...'you all') I have not forsaken you folk (the annoying pain in da ass--''you folk') I have not cast you asunder, you...you...people (the ahh--ahh...the people!) No i have--wait...you people??? (PARENTHESIS SORRY--PARENTHESIS LEAVE... (PARENTHESIS MOTIONs to ELLIPSE TO FOLLOW) ...

... ...

Hey kids, it's banjo leader Bottom back in thou hizzy. I have no excuses, one decent reason and a few 'you know how it is'. But I was away yet again, This time not for work but personal schtuff. There was even an unusually long stretch in there where I no got to play with dick.

there was the day that streak ended when I left purposefully to go find me some cock.
I have a new appreciation for where I live and all that is available to me via the 'cafeteria of cock'"

I recently returned from the 'broken vending machine of cock.' Like that cousin you're not supposed to talk about with the club foot.

So me good news though: 2 things---I took care of my computer issues. Got a new one and left pieces of the old one throughout 9 different states. And some on fire.

Second piece of good news, Once I figure the best way to transfer them i have a makeshift-y journal of sorts which did it's best to cover for this baby. I used...a Smith Corona TYPEWRITER which is like trying to win Daytona in an ice cream truck.
So there are a bunch of short stories,, actually they are 'woodabins' Taken from different periods of my life where there was no LJ...so they 'woodabin' entries.

Ha, anyway I have a star quality fleshpipe arriving shortly and we must catch up...so talk to you soon.

Roulette and Hunting for Cock.

2004-02-03T16:17:57Z

You might be curious as to the little title I placed on this post. No worries, I shall explain.
There is an unofficial universal guidebook when it comes to cruising. Certain practices, do's and dont's, and other assorted little tidbits one who does not cruise would ever think of.
And like anything else it seems, it can have it's crazy fun fuckee suckee wild times, and it's run of plain ole gabbage. Yes gabbage, like cabbage.
Now like roulette it seems to be ruled by other forces or perhaps even the gods. I once saw a roulette wheel hit black 33 times in a row. Then the 00 then black again for another 5 blacks in a row. Whn it finally did hit red again, one could swear there was dust kicked up.
So has it been for me lately in the area of sexual deviance.
As a 21st century dickhound I'm all up to speed with the most modern techniques in the hunt for the elusive cumpipe. The take charge fit dominant soul who'll grab hold of my head or hips and pound away the stress. ..and maybe his friend.
It appears I've been in on somewhat of a sour run in that area recently. My ideal cock would run anywhere from a plump 7in to a rigid responsive 9in even 9 and 1/2 inches. Measured by earthling standards by use of a ruler lets say. A universal device I thought we all understood. My dream dick would also be, for lack of a better word, meaty.
Those of you who know, well...know. There are many many different types of dick out there attached to many many different types of guy. Great guy, not so great unit. Great unti attached a actual dickhead. Every so often you pull the lever and find a match. Great guy, great package...woohoo. That's reality.
It gets even more screwed when you've talked to someone online and they went on about their 9 inch cock and their 4x a week gym body. They back this up with a pic or two and you're left to take your chances. Well there is quite the decent percentage of folk out there who don't just exxagerate a bit, or cut the occasional descriptive corner. Which I can understand. You want what you believe to be the best photograph of you available anywhere in life. Or the best...(insert whatever here) to represent you.
But for gods sake please use common sense while deciding all this. While your Naval Academy grad photo might be the best photo ever taken of you, it's pointless to be passing it around to people 15 years after it was taken.
Unless you really are a Dick...Clark that is.
While I naturally mistrust the professional looking photo. Esp in Southern califonria where you see both men and women using headshots on personal sites than claiming they are not wannabe movie stars. Ok why the headshot then? Yeah yeah whatever.
I had a run-in with a gentleman earlier today and after going through everything there is in order to arrange a potential hookup, then actually going about it...the second he opened the door, I felt like I wanted all that time back.
Normally I'm suaver than that but I'm tired of being smooth or even nice. He was curious as to why we just didn't get busy once i arrived. I tried to explain how I didn;t feel so hot (CODESPEAK) now he was supposed to play along and let me say my peace and be on my way. He just pushed the issue until I told him flat out "who are you?"
"What?" he replied.
I then went on to explain that he looked alomst NOTHING like the pictures he sent. He got a bit huffy and explained that those were taken in 1985 and they were the best he had. I explained that you need to use the best CURRENT picture. More huffiness. 19 years? I I sent a pciture of me 19 years ago he'd be getting locked up now. On top of that he didn;t age as well as he could have. His hair color was different and you had to add about 30 pounds. he ended up showing me some more recent revealing pictures in an odd attempt at explaining himself. I noted that I was no expert (well not official anyhow) but that also didn't seem as big as I was told, meaning his thunderstick.
Like i said no expert here, but 9?? More like maybe 6. Are these people measuring form the next room?
honesty coming now...I have never actually measured myself but haven taken a beginners science course 20 some odd years back I know approximately my size. Within a bit here and there...to the point no one has ever called me on it. Also the bit here and there may very well depend on how much fun I'm having.
And when I've had the most fun in my life and junior is about as awake and up as he has ever been, the last thing I wanted was to go run and get a ruler.
But this guy was just flat out off. No, ok maybe just shy of 9. ERRRRRRRR. Sorry please try again.
So it was yet another in a handful of recent 'aww shit" moments in my life, save for one very naughty and fun exception.
It's rare but it happens, but a guy who understaed things. Shocking I know. He was better looking than he said (subjective I know) he was more fit than he let on, and he was markedly better off downstairs. Out of 10 guys in the is world, 4 are honest for the most part, 3 fudge this and that fact, 2 are flat out liars and only 1 sadly is a positive suprise.
Even I remember when that number was higher. Why lie? Especially in this circumstance. We're going to find out you know. Why waste time like that? Are things that bad that you need to lie about how you appear to someone you want to come see you then maybe get naked with? It's retarded to me. Do they think that someone will go "well he lied but I did come all this way?" I'm a big nasty slut(not news) but even I won't do that.
It baffles me and will continue to for as far as I can think, but it also pisses me off because from beginning to end this guy wasted a few hours of potentially fun free time. Which I have less and less of as life goes on... DAMN!

Take this guy and add about 5 or 6 similar (although not as bad) others and you can imagine the frustration.

bottom @ 2004-01-22T23:01:00

2004-01-23T07:02:27Z

As for the pictures, I'm unable to post for some silly reason without seriously editing and resizing them (to the pt where it's worthless) so I'm looking around for pic-hosting sites (any recomendations would be great) or I can send a few to you if you post a comment w/ your email....

bottom @ 2004-01-22T22:59:00

2004-01-23T07:00:23Z

Hey people, just trying to get used to a new schedule here in my life so that means trying to get used to new playtimes as it were...

So anyway......

2004-01-10T10:29:59Z

I left off back a few posts in Germany. there was no real point in me being or even going on the trip and I'm so low of the corporate totem pole that no one noticed or cared where I was,went, or did.
So I explored...one night toward the end of my trip (and the end of my sexcapade in Germany too) I quite literally walked into someone's fantasy.
It's a different culture there so I was busy soaking that all up when I actually opened the wrong door. I was already inside a spa/sex club just kind of making the rounds when I popped my head in badly painted door far in the recesses of the places.
Inside there stood a few stereotypes...larger than avg german studs decked out on leather. I've never had a opinion one way or the other about leather and all that, but these guys were also glistening. I have an opinion or two about glistening people.
It kick started a motor that was alreay humming.
It was a little funny in a way because by their body language and postures I soon figured out that I had found two leather clad german tops. Tops who were in dire need of a bottom.
I tried to apologize for barging in but never learned the word for it so some confusion set in.
They had been jerking themselves a bit while tuggin at each others nipples, they were now talking to me in German and headed towards me. It's hard to tell if Germans are angry or not sometimes. Ask around.
Their demeanor may change but their voices don't. So I'm being pseudo-yelled at or something. I did feel bad but made no questionabout where my attention had been led to. There were two guys who look like they fell out of an episode of Chips or something.

bottom @ 2004-01-10T02:10:00

2004-01-10T10:10:35Z

Honestly I think the absence of this plastic she-devil may have added to my exploits. Had to do something with that extra energy..

bottom @ 2004-01-10T02:07:00

2004-01-10T10:08:07Z

The good news is I may have been lousy in the communication fields, but I have been on the ball in the activity fields. I'm not sure where to even start!!

bottom @ 2004-01-10T02:06:00

2004-01-10T10:06:51Z

I have managed to steal a few minutes to 'update' things. As for the ealier post that got cut off...umm it may be a while before I re-post that. I wraote it up (more for myself actually hehe) TWICE and lost both copies....