Some BJ Action

So, this has never happened to me before, but yesterday, at work I was out shopping for a 1980s style boom box.  You know the kind John Cusack held above his head in the movie "Say Anything."

Something like that is difficult to find.  It's not so old you can find it in the antique stores, but not so new that it's plentiful in the thrift shops.   I checked a couple of mid-century modern shops with no luck, and then remembered this funky junk store in town.  It's a store that is a mix of Antique Store, Thrift Store and Yard Sale all in one.

The small parking lot in back was empty, so I parked and went in the back entrance.  I looked around in the back room, and found an area of electronics.  I saw film projectors, turn tables, old stereos, but alas, no boom  box.   Just for fun, I continued looking around. 

I went the to front of the store, and strangely, there was no one at the counter.  Not a soul around.  Weird.  I ventured to the other side of the building and went from one room to another, all filled with stuff for sale, and then walked through yet another door, and was startled to find a guy in a red t-shirt and glasses sucking off a thin blond guy who was looking at his phone!

It took me a second to process what I was seeing, and as they noticed me entering the room, the cock sucker immediately pulled off from the guys dick, which was left hanging down, covered in wetness, and as he tried to stand, and stumbled back.  The guy getting his dick sucked was just leaning against the wall looking at his phone, and seemed unfazed.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" I said, as I backed out of the room still a little confused by what I was seeing, but wanting to give them back their privacy.

Immediately I burst out laughing.  I didn't try to control my laugh either.  I wanted them to know I found the situation amusing, not horrific.

"Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed, I'm sorry. I so embarrassed!, said the cock sucker.  "Did you come in the front door?  We didn't hear you."  He tried to assemble himself, and apologize.

"No, I came in the back door.  Don't worry about it.  Looks like  you were having fun."

I awkwardly asked about boom boxes, and he showed me to the electronic area that I had already scoured.  He kept apologizing, and I kept laughing and telling him it was okay.  I said thanks and scurried back out.

I hope they got to finish what they started.

Jack bottoms.....

When I first met Amigo, and we were getting to know each other, over our first coffee date, we were quite honest and straightforward with each other.  Amigo let me know he was a "bottom".  He had little interest in dating another bottom. 

I, of course was/am a total top.  I tried to bottom a couple times, with the same partner, and once was a total failure, and once, I believe penetration happened, but it was short-lived, painful, and embarrassingly, a little bloody.

I'm afraid, I just wasn't built to bottom.

Not that I don't want to.  I see all those guys in porn, moaning with pleasure.  I read the stories about "unbelievable waves of pleasure."

I've expressed this desire to Amigo.  He's not particularly huge, smaller than me in fact, and we've alway joked around that one day, we were going to try.  I was going to try to bottom, and he would try to top me.  He even toys with my hairy ass sometimes, but I alway swat his hand away.  It feels a little foreign to have some  strange fingers roaming around down there.

He was alway asking, but it never really seemed like the right time.  Week after week he would say it was his turn, and then I would wave him off.

But, lately, I've been thinking about it.  Why not just try it?

Last week if he once again asked if he could fuck me and  I said yes.  I wanted to try. 

He looked like a deer in the headlights.  "Really?"

"Sure, let's do it.  Just be gentle."

Pause.   "No."

Turns out, he was bluffing all along!  He doesn't even want to try.  And, when I pressed him for a reason, he said he didn't want to turn me into a bottom!  He's afraid I will love it, an that will change our dynamic in the bedroom.  Haha!

I guess it could happen.  I'm a bit fan of  Reddit's Gay Stories Gone Wild.  Many times I've read how anal virgins were exposed to this previously unknown pleasure, and now they are itching for dick.

Perhaps Amigo is right.  Perhaps I don't need to travel down that path.  After all, we have a good thing going and we both pleasure each other.  I guess there is nothing wrong with that.

So, no.....Explorer Jack did not bottom.  Is not a bottom, will probably never bottom.

Butt, that's okay.

Just some photo I found online, to entice you to read my entry.  :)

My Sex Tape

Thanks everyone for your encouraging words, and for those of you that requested the pin to view our sex tape.  That was fun.  Amigo liked it too!

30 Second Video

So, here is the 30 second version of our sex tape.  It's a private video, so you'll need the pin.   Send me a quick e-mail to request it.  My e-mail address can be seen to the right, under "About Me."

Click here to see the video

Singing in the rain....

I was in the shower the other morning, and amigo took a couple pics.  He said I should post them.  Okay. 

Oh, the sex tape.   It started out about 15 min long.  I cut out the parts with faces,  used my limited special effect and filters to darken, change some areas that I didn't want to cut out, and got it down to about 10 minutes.  Amigo wasn't impressed.  He said people would be bored by it.   I trimmed it down to a 30 second clip.   Meh....

I plan to upload it this weekend.

Another small update. The sex tape.

Amigo has mentioned to me from time to time that he would like me to post something on the blog.

What he wanted me to post about is our threesome.  Perhaps I will. 

What I want to post about, is well, more pedestrian.

Married life has been good.  A couple hiccups, but really good. 

For awhile, we had a problem in the bedroom where I couldn't cum.  Part of the problem was staying hard enough, for long enough to get the job done.  The little blue pills helped.  At least I didn't lose the erection, but the orgasm still eluded me.

I knew the problem was psychological.  I wish I knew what flipped the switch, but all of a sudden, I was able to perform to completion, just about every time.   Correct or not, I was not focusing enough on myself.  I find that I'm able to get the job done, if I just get in there, an get myself off, instead of being considerate of Amigo's needs.  Selfish, I know.  I don't always do that.  Sometimes it's him first.  Those are the times that sometimes I don't cum.  Sometimes it's his turn.  Sometimes it's mine.

But at least I kind of know what is going on with my body.

We have a couple of sex tapes too.  He likes to record us.  I have mixed feelings about it.  Watching the sex tapes is weird.  I'm always surprised at how I look.  I'm fatter that I think I am.  My dick looks bigger than I think it is.  I look more manly than I feel.  Of course I look older that I think.  (My brain still thinks I'm an awkward teenager)  I guess with this day an age of easy recording devices, we've all done this, right?  (It's not something I talk about with my friends......maybe you want to share your experiences.....??)

So, we made a sex tape last weekend.  Not too bad for a couple of .......mature gentlemen.  I think Amigo wouldn't mind if I did a quick edit and posted them here.   I kind of think he would even want me to ......I guess I need to ask.

The other thing I have wanted to blog about for soooooo long is my infidelity.

Amigo knew when we started dating that I was promiscuous.  He wasn't happy about it, but hey, it was his choice.  I told him early on, and he wanted to keep seeing me.   

I tried not to flaunt it.  I knew he didn't want to know about it.  So, we adopted a policy of "don't ask....don't tell."

In my mind I knew a couple things were happening.  He chose to believe what he wanted to believe, and I didn't do anything to rock that boat, although I was honest when confronted with the occasional direct question about it.   We even tried to get one my my suck buddies to join us. '

Long story short, an out-of-town businessman and I used to get together when he was here, about one time per month, and he was just the Amigo's type.  Older, white, hairy.  Amigo found out about it, and I asked the businessman it he was interested in having Amigo join in.  He was, but we could never make it happen.  He flaked out on us 4 times.

So, Amigo knew I had some things going in the side.  It settled down considerably when we got married, but it never really disappeared.  Then, we had my inability to cum problem, an then, Amigo had a hernia issue, and our sex life almost disappeared.    I started hooking up more and more with other guys.

This bothered me, but I kept justifying it in my head......if Amigo can't give me sex, then I'm free to get it elsewhere.  Right?  And he never asked about it, and I never brought it up. 

It came to an ugly head when I got a nasty discharge from my penis and went to the clinic.  Of course, I had to tell Amigo.  We hadn't had anal sex in months, but he had sucked me off a couple times per month.  I had to make sure both of us got treated.

He was shocked when I told him.

He claimed he had no idea that I was hooking up with other guys.  I still don't know whether he knew, and pretended not to know, to didn't know, or was lying to himself.....but it's wasn't good.  It was a real test of our relationship.

We had a very difficult conversation.

Some good things came from that.  One thing is that once we both got treatment, we started having sex again, an it's been pretty good!  Not as frequent as he would like, but were are dealing with work schedules, and horny schedules! (I only like sex in the mornings!)

Another good thing that came from it was, he was willing to accept a somewhat "open" relationship, as long as we were honest with each other about it.

I won't go into too much detail, but I can tell you that I have a couple young guys on the side that let me blow them....and Amigo knows about them, and Amigo has even engaged in a couple of romps of his own.  Also, as I mentioned earlier......we invited another guy over twice, and had a threesome!

So as I type this....it's a rare day off for me, in the middle of the week.  As usual, I'm having a beer or two, or three, and I'm not sure if what I am typing even makes any sense.  I do know it's making me feel good, just talking, or rather, typing about it.

Maybe I can review our latest sex video, and see if  maybe the Amigo will be agreeable about posting it.....or at least the faceless portions of it.

If not, then rest assured, that we look like porn stars, on a sex tape that you will never see.

Alive

Zach is alive.  I guess he has to be about 25-years-old now.

Over 4 years ago, I spent almost a whole day with a handsome young man, only to find out he was suicidal.

But the other day, he hit up my faceless profile on Grindr.  He too had a faceless profile, but sent me a photos of himself in his first message.  Still handsome.   I felt so relieved and happy to find out he's still with us.

After what I put him through, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't really want to reconnect with me, so I didn't respond, but I really wanted to, just to say I'm happy to see his face.  I reached out to him a couple of times after the great gonorrhea incident of 2014, but I got radio silence in return.  I didn't know if it was because he had moved on, or because he might have attempted, or even succeeded in taking his own life.  Again.

I have never been so happy or relieved to find out that I was ghosted.

If you want to read how it all went down, start here:
http://onehookupatatime.blogspot.com/2014/05/dude-307-kid.html

Good bye old friend.

It was the fall of 2007, and a friend asked me to help her sell her old Isuzu Tracker.  Could I help her put it on Craigslist?   I had never used Craigslist, but how hard could it be?   It was then that I discovered something that would change the course of my life.  Three little words, and the smallest word was even used twice.  "men seeking men."

And now, it's gone.  I hope not forever.  As sleazy as it was at times, I think it also served a noble purpose.  I would not be in this place had Craigslist personals not existed.  I liked the blank canvas it provided.  It wasn't limited to narrow fields, or 128 characters.  It provided a good outlet and never ending entertainment.  I guess I can't used the words never-ending anymore, can I.......

Ah, the good old days.

US Congress just passed HR 1865, "FOSTA", seeking to subject websites to criminal and civil liability when third parties (users) misuse online personals unlawfully.

Any tool or service can be misused. We can't take such risk without jeopardizing all our other services, so we are regretfully taking craigslist personals offline. Hopefully we can bring them back some day.

To the millions of spouses, partners, and couples who met through craigslist, we wish you every happiness!

I miss blogging. I miss the other dead bloggers too.

Well, dead may be a bit dramatic, but you know what I mean.

When I discovered the blogging community, it was exactly what I needed.  People like me, bearing their soul.  Talking about coming out.  Talking about hooking up.   All new to me.  All very exciting.

Then, I started hooking up.  Then I started blogging.  Then I felt like I wasn't alone. Then I could read a number of blogs, with real people writing them.  Real people reading them. Real people like me.  Now,  all gone.  Well, almost all gone.  There are one or two who occasionally pen a post.   I must say, I'm delighted that Mr. Steed has started posting again, and  I really enjoy the format.  He's opened his closet and released a skeleton or two.  But I digress.

Dang.  What a turn my life has taken!  Now married, half a year.  Still.  Happy.

But.....

I haven't given hooking up.

Hooking up definitely became more infrequent when Amigo entered my life.  For the most part, my sexual needs were met.  But the hook up was more than sex.  It was the thrill.  The hunt.  The chase.  The kill.  I know.  It's an addiction.  But I'm not ready to deal with it yet.

Then, ironically, about the time of our wedding, our sex life took a severe nose dive.  I wish I could elaborate.....it surely would be therapeutic for me,  but I can't.  Sharing my life on my blog is my choice, but sharing Amigos life with you would require his permission, and I'm not going to ask, because I would surely be denied.    I understand.

So, it's hard, wanting to unburden myself, but not being able to.  I'm a shit for hooking up while in a relationship, but trying to maintain a little integrity by not revealing too much about the Amigo.  My sweet husband.



So, yah.  I'm a little drunk.  I'm on my 6th beer, and it's my day off.  I've been wanting to write something for sooooooo long, but finally put my fingers to the keyboard tonight.  Thanks to the beer.

I guess I'm not really going to be able to organize my thoughts tonight to make a coherent post.  Grrrr.  Maybe if I touch on the subjects I WANT to write about, then later, I can explore them in depth.  Sure.  That will do.

I miss blogging.  I miss talking about hookups.  I'm up to 523.
I miss other bloggers, like Buddy Bear, Bi Crossing the Line, Two Lives, Cheating top and a dozen more.
I really like being married.  I love Amigo.  I so enjoy this and hope I don't fuck it up.
I want to talk about being judgmental.  How I thought love and sex were connected, and for me they are not.  Not at all.
I want to hear from all my old blogger buddies.  You know who you are.  I know who you are.
I would really love to share photos and stuff from my life, but that's not practical.

So, I just re-read what I wrote, and it's a bunch of drivel.  Oh well.  I'm going to publish it anyway.

On a more trivial note, I got in a nifty car accident in April.  I plowed into a lady at an intersection a block from my house.  I think I ran the red light, but I really don't know as I was either looking at my phone, or so zoned out that I didn't even see what happened.  I came back to reality when the air bag exploded in my face.  Fortunately, no one was injured seriously, and my insurance company really stepped up to the plate, and covered me and the lady that I hit.  Although not sexy, here are some photos!

Uneventful Update

I still hear from other bloggers and readers occasionally, and a couple times recently I've lamented over the fact that most, if not all of my favorite blogs have become lifeless.  Including mine.

I do understand that blogging it therapeutic to a troubled soul.  Once healed, the need for solace diminishes.

From my perspective, is it worth posting that things are going along fine?    Do people find that interesting?  Perhaps.  There are two or three other bloggers out there that I wish would send out an "All is good, I'm doing fine" signal, but alas, their blogs sit silent at the bottom of my blog feed.

So, how am I doing?  Well, pretty darn good.  I can't complain.  If I do, the Amigo reminds me, "Stop complaining, you have somebody that loves you."

He's right.

The project I was working on ended just before Christmas.  Amigo finish his school semester, and he and I drove to California on Christmas day.  Well, we drove halfway.  After doing battle with my snow blower, and a couple of other domestic issues, we left SLC by car Christmas afternoon.  I'm not sure how smart that was.  We got to St. George Utah, at 8PM on Christmas night, and we were starving.  I did not count on everything being closed.  I guess I've never ventured out to find food on Christmas day before, despite being 54 years old.  Even Burger King and KFC are closed.  I guess it makes sense, but I had just never given it any thought before.

Our Christmas Dinner of 2016 consisted of Gas Station sandwiches.

We arrived in Southern California Monday afternoon, and met my Mom and Sister at my Mom's new house.  She just moved last summer, and is in a state of remodel/construction, and could not put us up.  Sis to the rescue.

We went to dinner at a restaurant, and in the parking lot, before we came in, I told my Mom, that I wanted her to open her present first.  She unwrapped the paper to find a thin tin box.  Inside the box, were a couple dozen photos, of my courthouse wedding ceremony.

"Congratulations!  For Christmas this year, I'm giving you a Son-in-law!"

Mom almost fell over.  He jaw dropped and the color drained from her face.  Yes, she was happy.  Surprised but happy!

The next day, after spending the night at my Sister's house, we ventured to my Dad's house, and delivered that same news.  He and my step mom were also happy, but they didn't go crazy like my Mom did.

We spent 10 days at my sister's small townhouse condo.  Even Mom joined us most of the time, as her contractor wanted her out of the house while the tradespeople did their work.  We did a bunch of touristy stuff, and had a nice time.   We arrived home the 8th of January exactly two weeks later.

Neither of us is working, and Amigo is taking the semester off school.  This means that we have been side by side 24/7 now for about 5 weeks.  It's been good, but one of us needs to get a job......soon!

Amigo and I tried going to a gay bar last weekend.

I invited a friend/coworker over for dinner.  Mexican food, of course.  Amigo asked him where we could go.  We both wanted to try a gay bar, and Amigo wanted to dance.  Actually there is a gay bar in my neighborhood, only a mile or two from my house, so we went there.

My friend had warned us that things don't really get going until late at night, but I am an early person.  I go to bed at 10, usually, and wake at 5:30.  Nonetheless, we ventured out to the bar, arriving about 8:30.  I was not prepared to see the place empty, but it was.  There were two other guys at the bar, and a guy and a girl (?) at a table looking at things on a laptop computer.  The place was dead.

I ordered a liter of beer for me, and a liter of lemonade for the Amigo, and we nursed our drinks for the next hour, and threw in the towel at 9:45.  What a couple of party animals!  Amigo kind of wanted to stay, and he still would like to go back.  I guess he used to frequent the discos back in Mexico in his 30s.  I wish I had the desire to entertain his enthusiasm, but I just don't.  It would be nice if he had a friend here that he could go out with.  Unfortunately, his school is in another county, and that's where all his friends are, and they don't know his secret anyway.

So, that's the long and boring update.  I've been married a month and a half  and life really hasn't changed all that much for me.  I've enjoyed my break and now it's time to get back to work.  I'm not exactly sure when that might be however.

As I write this it's still dark outside.  Dark and snowing like crazy.  Looks like the snowblower and I will do battle again today.

Lost for words

I'm married.  For less than 24 hours.

I'm glad the ceremony is over.   It went well.  Just the county clerk, presiding over the ceremony, my elderly next door neighbor and a friend (both female), there as witnesses and iPhone photographers.

I was doing pretty well, until I looked over and saw tears streaming down my friend's cheeks.  She's a sentimental soul.  I kind of lost it and choked up while trying to read my vows, which were just really a rambling confession of how much more complete my life is with the Amigo in it.

Amigo didn't have anything prepared, but gave me an nice little off-the-cuff speech affirming his affection as well.

We had decided beforehand to give each other a peck and big hug at the ceremony, neither of us is big on Public Displays of Affection, however our iPhone photographers wouldn't have it, insisting on a longer snog so they could capture the moment.  I wish I could share the photos with you.  Amigo and I are in black suits, looking a little like Mormon Missionaries, well, Mormon elder Missionaries.

I feel relief, and I'm content.  Thank you for all of your nice comments on my previous entry.

Happy Holidays.

Jack and Amigo.

Color me surprised

So, I knew I was done with the hookup version of the blog, but I sort of thought I would keep up and check in every so often with details of my "dating" life, if you want to call it that.  It seemed that is was people wanted to hear about anyway, or at least it was/is the garnered the most comments.

So, the Amigo and I are still together.  Things are good relationship wise, but his struggles with school, immigration, and the limited work he can do, has him basically at the end of the road.

So, I had a decision to make.

There's one thing I could do that would allow him to stay, finish school, and start earning some money.

But, did I really want to take that step, or should I say plunge.

No, not really.  I never really saw the point of marriage, and if it were not for this predicament, I wouldn't really even consider it.

But......Here we are.

I want to give details, but then again I don't.  I will say, I had considered it for a long time.  It finally came down to the fact that I still want the Amigo in my life.  I feel like we aren't through yet, I don't know where the journey will end, but for now, I'm enjoying the journey, and I want it to continue, so there was only one option.

Wish me luck everyone.  I think the next time I blog, I will have a "husband."

Those are words I never thought I would speak!

Early Spring in Idaho Falls

Dude 499....I think I'm through with my hookup blog.

I've been thinking of quitting for a while now, and the thrill is kind of gone.  Like all my blogger buddies out there, I think I too will throw in the towel.  Yes, the cumsoaked terry cloth towel that has seen so much action.

I was going to quit at #500, but then there would be pressure to go out with a bang.  Instead, perhaps if I never make it to #500, then I'm not really that big of a slut, right?

And there is something else.

One of the reasons I started blogging, was because it gave me an outlet to share.  A kind of therapy.  A sounding board, so I didn't have to feel so all alone.  Of course there were other components to blogging as well.  I liked the bragging.  It made me feel validated.   But now those reasons have evaporated.  It's now a penance I pay for "cheating" on my Amigo.

This struggle still continues, and I haven't reconciled my desires to hookup with my desires to be faithful.  Perhaps neither side will ever win, and I shall always harbor my own internal cold war.

Nonetheless, it seems that now I have something else to share.  Something I desire to tell, a secret that I want to share, but not with my friends.  Not yet anyway.  Perhaps the blog should be my outlet for this.

But for now,  my last hookup story;
(This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.)

Dude 499.

For no particular reason, I had been checking Grindr all through out the day.  It was my day off, a Monday, and my appointments would take me to several different parts of the city.  This is what I call the "fresh meat" syndrome.  And I chatted it up with several guys, but never put anything together, until I was driving home, and reached out to someone with the name of "Secret Slurper."  He also mentioned something about "Daddy" in his profile, so I felt confident he would suck me off, and I was correct.

It was very straight forward.  He found me parked in my car, and got in the passenger seat.  We drove around for a few minutes until we found a semi secluded parking lot.  I wiggled out my my pants, and exposed my flaccid dick, and he wasted no time in gobbling it up, and I reached climax in about 3 minutes.   He opened the door and spit out my load, and I dropped him back where I found him.

The end.  The boring, boring end.

Dude 498. Raunchy Bathroom Sex

Well, I guess it's time to be honest with myself.  I think the whole hooking up thing is an addiction.  Although the sex is fun, it's the thrill that's driving it.

My latest shenanigans took place in a park, while I was at work with dozens of co-workers nearby, in a bathroom of all places!

I was on a project with a team of people, working in a popular public park.  I turned on Grindr sometime during the day, just to see who might be in the area.  I said "Hi" or "Howdy" to a half dozen young guys, but no one ever responded.

Then, just as we were about to wrap up the project, this 24-year-old cutie hits me up an asks if I want a BJ on the DL.

Of course I do, but it's risky.  Because I'm an idiot, I say yes, and he heads over to the park.  In the meantime, the project winds down, and we're all packing up the gear, and the kid hits me up to say he's here at the park.

So, I tell him where the bathroom is......of course I checked it out earlier in the day, for just such an occasion, and tell him to go there.  Moments later he says he's there, so I tell my co-worker, that I need to go and "drop the kids off at the pool" and I head over to the men's room.

I knocked on the door the pre-designated 4 times, and the kid unlocks the door and lets me in.

He's a cute guy, nicely dressed, and I say hi and unzip and fish out my dick.  The thing is, I'm really nervous and my pecker is just a tiny one inch nub.  It doesn't help that I'm wearing a tool belt, and a walkie talkie,  but the kid does his best and starts sucking my limp little turtle head.

Finally, I start to stiffen, and I take off my tool belt and get to unzip my pants, and pull them down to my knees along with my boxers.  This makes the kid very happy, and he gets more hungry and really goes to town.  Finally, I swell to my full 6" glory.

My nervousness turns into excitement and it's only a minute or two before I tell him that I'm gonna cum.  I think the first squirt went into his mouth, but after that he pulled off and finished me off by hand.  Dang!

When I was done, the kid laughed nervously, and went for the toilet paper, and wiped his mouth.  I asked for a wad, and cleaned myself up too.  I could see the tent in his pants, and asked to see his cock.

Somewhat shyly, he undid his pants, and pulled them down enough for me to get a good look.  I asked if he wanted me to return the favor, and he said...."that's okay, you don't have to."

"I know, but I want to,....." and it was my turn to get on my knees.

He had a nice dick, just a bit bigger than mine.  He had a naturally sparse bush, and he seemed to enjoy the BJ, but after a few minutes, I got nervous about being gone too long, and besides, two different times, someone had rattled the door trying to get in.

I apologized and whispered to him that I had to go.  He understood, and we agreed that I would leave first, and he would lock the door behind me, and leave a few minutes later.  Luckily when I exited, there were no co-workers in sight.

Later, I messaged the kid, and told him I thought the encounter was hot.  He agreed and wanted to do it again, and next time he wanted me to fuck him!

Dude 497, I suck off a hunk

One morning before work, I happened to turn on Grindr,
and this guy asks if I can suck him off quickly, before work.  He's only a mile a way, and I figure I can get dressed, and get out of the house 15 minutes early, suck some "D" then make it to work on time.

He sends his location and I head out the door.

I arrive at his place with only moments to spare, as he says he needs to leave his house at 8:15 so he can make it to work on time as well.

So, we don't waste any time, I come in, and see this handsome athletic guy, in slacks and a dress shirt, and I drop to my knees and drop his slacks.  Nice dick and already hard!  Unfortunately, he's shaved, but it's a beautiful cock, perfectly shaped with a medium sized scotum and testes, also smooth.

I go down on him and start to work my mouth magic.  I grab his hard muscled tree trunk legs and that leads me up to a fantastic firm meaty ass.  Man, what a score.

The nice thing is that I guess my blow job was pretty good, as I had him squirting in my mouth in about 4 minutes!   When he was through, I pulled off and let myself out the door and scurried away to my car.

He hit me back a minute later saying I had a perfect mouth!

Dude 496, Oral Servicer

I have no reason why I keep turning to Grindr.  It hasn't been so productive lately, but dang, the thrill when someone chats me up for sex, is addictive.

So, this dude, spys my profile and asks if I want head.  We exchange a few words, and a pic or two, and he's on his way.

He was more handsome than his pic, and more fit than his stats led me to believe.  All he asked is that I tweak his nipples while he blew me.

And, so I did.  It didn't seem to matter if it was hard or not.  I have little to no experience with nipple play, and mine are no more sensative than my ear lobe, so I'm pretty much in uncharted territory, but damn if he didn't moan and whine while he was sucking my cock.  Like he just couldn't get enough.

I'll skip the details except to say that he thanked me profusely when we were through, and said he'd love to come back again, and service me.  "It's all about you."

Dude 495. My size body, but huge dick!

Once I got home, I had a bit of adjusting to to.  One thing I did was fire up the new app, Planet Romeo.  I'm disappointed to report, it's nothing here.  At least in this town.  I was hoping to maybe see some travelers passing through, but it didn't pan out.

I had a couple days of vacation left, before I had to return to work, so one day, I looked on Adam 4 Adam and a guy hit me up.  His profile said he wanted to have some fun blowing each other.

I thought, "whatl?  why not."

Although his profile said he was 5'8" he was certainly not taller than me, and I'm 5'6".  Not that it was a problem, I like shorter guys like me.  Especially fit ones, like like him.


Once he came inside, I got a bit confused, as he seemed to be all about sucking me off.  And that was all right with me too.  After a bit of that he wanted more, so pretty soon, we were both naked and messing around on the couch.  I guess I underestimated the size of his dick, because when I went to put it in my mouth, it made it's true size known.  Big.

We blew each other several time, and then I told him how I wanted it.  He was to suck me off, and jack his big dick, but not to cum before I did, then, tasting my jizz in his mouth, he would be allowed to finish.

Unfortunately, despite my attempt at being dominate, it didn't really work out.  He did suck me off, but he cummed all over the towel on the floor, before I came, so when it was my turn to shoot, I got a half-hearted hand job-blow job.  Oh well, anticlimactic climax.

Nonetheless, it was fun, and the guy was fit, and hairy and a hot daddy.

In fact, he hit me up a week later, saying he was coming back to town and wanted to get together, but alas......back to work and my real life for awhile.

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Dude 494, Sucking cock in Romania

I have wanted to see Romania for awhile now.  I have a friend who married a Romanian, and she was able to visit there last year.  From what I understand, Romania is a poor country.  One of the poorest in Europe.  I think I became intrigued about Romania, after hearing that the movie "Borat" filmed there.  Unfortunately I really didn't have enough time this year to see much of Romania, and that only rural countryside I saw, was was the flat flat farmland from the train window on my journey from Budapest to a town called Timișoara.   I was only a half day's journey from Transylvania, but going there would have left me no time to look around, so I settled for a day in Timișoara.

Once there, I fired up Grindr, but found few guys in the vicinity.  I also tried Adam 4 Adam, but there was no one nearby using it.  PlanetRomeo to the rescue.

The first night using apps didn't land me anyone, but I did have a few conversations.  And, unlike any other place I've been to, I got hit up by a lot of escorts.  I can't remember the exact number but 4-6 escorts I would say.  I always politely said no.  I'm not judging, in fact the life of an escort sounds exciting, but I have my reasons.

The next morning a guy with a profile name of "Bi_Adventures" hit me up, and said that a morning BJ, could be fun.   Sweet!

His profile was vague, but intriguing,   I didn't ask for a picture, adding a surprise element that I always find thrilling.

At 9:00 AM, we agreed to meet in the little neighborhood park, around the corner from the AirBnB that I was staying in.  He said he had on a red shirt, jeans and was sporting a beard.

I was the only one in the park, and when I spied a handsome young bearded guy walking toward me, I knew it was him.  Score!  We said hi, and made small talk on the short walk back to the little apartment I wa staying in.  He was very good looking, and young looking despite his 31 years.  He was an urban professional, and was able to sneak away from his desk, for some quick head.  He had great English, and claimed he picked it up from watching movies and TV.  I think maybe some gay porn too, as pretty soon he was whispering some things like, "yah, man.  Suck that cock."  ;)

I didn't have much time left that morning.  I had scheduled a walking tour with a guide at 10AM in the city center, so I quickly led my young, fit, handsome new Romanian stud to the bedroom , an while he was still standing I started fumbling with his belt.  Once his pants were down, I went down on his perfect cock, just under 7' hard, thin, and nestled in a a patch of soft brown pubes.  He got hard fast, and participated by rubbing my hair with approval.

After he was fully hard, I nudged him down onto the bed, while I knelt on the floor, and started working on his beautiful and tasty cock in earnest.  He moaned and sighed and said a few appropriate porn phrases.  I sucked some more.

"You've got a great cock" I said, when I pulled off for a minute, to admire him.  "What about yours?" he asked.

I pulled my pants down to my ankles, and let my boner do the talking.  I was hoping he would be interested in taking it into his mouth, but alas all he did was stroke and caress it with his hands.  That was enough to rekindle my hunger, and I went back down on him, like a starving man.

I sucked and savored for another few minutes, and he whispered, "where do you want me to cum?"

"In my mouth."

"OK, let me get close."

He took over jacking his dick.

I get that some guys can't cum from a BJ, but I couldn't help feeling like a bit of a failure.  It didn't really matter, as in less than a minute, he sighed that he was close, so I pulled his reluctant hand from it's task and took over with my mouth, and 30 seconds later he was unloading about seven squirts of cum into my gullet.

I swallowed the first half of the volley, and resumed the suction on his cock, milking him lightly as he tensed and twitched through his orgams.   I didn't pull off until I felt him start deflating.

And although his dick was returning to normal, my boner was rock hard and leaking like crazy.  We both pulled up our pants, and shook hands and thanked each other.  I let him out the front door, then sat down at my laptop computer, and jacked off to relieve the pressure.  In just a minute, maybe two, I was blowing a huge load onto a paper towel, still tasting the remnants of his cum in my own mouth.

I quickly cleaned up, and bolted from the apartment, to make my appointment with the tour guide.


What a nice morning in Romania!

Dude 493 a taste of Asia while traveling in Europe

I'm fortunate enough to have a friend living in Europe.  Since she and her family moved there 5 years ago, I've been able to go every year.

This year, I took a little side trip.  I have always wanted to see Romania, and now was my chance.  But, Romania was a bit far from my friend's house, so my plans to visit there on the train, included an overnight stop in Budapest.

My friends live in a small resort village in Austria.  During my stay with them, I had Grindr running, but the pickins' were slim, and the guys on Grindr seemed to be much more date oriented, not so much hook-up oriented.  I asked one guy, a little closer to my age, if there were other hookup apps that the locals used, and he steered me to Planet Romeo.

I downloaded the app, and sure enough, there were a lot more options, but still no horny twinks in my immediate vicinity, at least that I could connect with.  The likelihood that I could schedule something quick while staying with friends was slim anyway, but it was fun to look, and fantasize.

So, back to the journey;  I only had 12 hours in Budapest.  Wow, what a difference.  Lots of hot, handsome Hungarian guys, as well as other travelers were on Grindr, and I struck up a lot of conversations.  I started chatting with an Asian guy, and it turns out he was staying at a nearby hotel.  He also turned out to be an American, from California, there in Budapest for a conference.

I offered a BJ, he accepted, and I walked to his hotel.

The dude had the body of a teenager, slim yet muscular, smooth and hairless.  I wanted to give a quick blow and go, but he wanted more, so he convinced me to sit and have a quick drink.  We made small talk, about his profession, and about my coming out.  It was pleasant enough, but the clock was ticking, as I was meeting a friend from home later for beers.  (My co-worker just happened to be there working.)

I suggested we move to the couch, in his hotel suite, where I could service him and he asked if we could take it to the bedroom.  I agreed.  We went to the bedroom and he stripped completely, and asked that I do the same.  He was craving body contact, and I did what I could to help him out in our short time.

After much rolling around, groping and hugging, (no kissing) I was able to suck his dick.  After I was satisfied with the dick sucking he eventually made it clear that it was the physical contact and the nipple play that got him more horny than the BJ, so, we somehow made it work.  I groped and tweaked, and he jacked his dick until he said he was close, and then I took over with my mouth, and was able to experience that awesome orgasm, up close and personal.  He came (cummed?) really hard in my mouth, and every muscle in his tiny body turned rock hard.  My tongue gave him a full 60 second orgams, if not longer.

He claimed it was one of the top 5 blow jobs he's ever received.   ;)

Once he had cum, he allowed me to dress, and go.  I feared post orgasm cuddling was in order, but that turned out not to be the case.  I bailed, and walked back to the direction of my Air BnB, near the train station, and grabbed some dinner, and waited for my friend to contact me.

Dude 492. ( or was it a repeat of dude 390? )

I was about to embark on a 3 week vacation and decided to check out Grindr.  There was a 22 year old kid nearby with a profile name of "horny af" so what the hell?

I messaged him and to my surprise, he hit me back.  I offered to come drill him. He said he was at work, and I asked if the boss would mind.  I'm so funny.  Then he surprised me by saying he was down to sneak away.

I found out he was a leasing agent at a nearby 4 story downtown apartment complex.  I would have to come in and pretend to be interested in a unit, leave my ID then he would show me the apartement and suck me of.

Sounds fun.

I found my way to the leasing office, and pretended to be interested in renting.  The kid showed me around, excercise room, pool, common area.  He said he had to make it look legit.  We made small talk in the elevator, and headed to the only unit available, on the 4th floor.  Not a stick of furniture to be seen.  Once inside, we went to the bedroom, and the kid dropped to his knees, and pulled down my pants and boxers, and proceeded to blow me.

It was nice, and the scenerio made it exciting, so it wasn't long before I felt like I could blow, if I wanted, so I pulled my cock from his mouth and pulled him up to a standing position,  I went down on my knees, and his hardening cock was evident though his tight skinny jeans, which I quickly pulled down.  His dick popped out.  A nice suckable dick, about the same size as mine.

I sucked for a bit, until my dick started to go soft, and decided it was my turn again.  We switched positions, and he continued to suck me, while jacking his dick.

"Tell me when you're close" he said.

It didn't take long.  I felt the orgasm coming, and informed the cocksucking twink.  He fisted his dick and I watched him spurt, just as I was cresting and blasting into his mouth.  He sucked me and fisted his own dick expertly as he milked the orgasms from both of us simultaneously.

When it was over, he hobbled into the bathroom where I heard him spit my cum into the sink.  I'm assuming he also washed the gobs of cum from his own hands.

We both pulled up our pants and stuffed our deflating dicks back into our pants.   We made more small talk on the way back to the office, where I then told him I would think about it, but I had a few more places to look at.......as the twink instructed me to say.

I grabbed my ID, and headed back to the car.  Once home, I zipped up the suitcase and readied myself for the trip.

I thought the twink was familiar, and reminded me of a kid I got with a couple years ago.  I tried to compare the photos, and I'm pretty sure it's this guy.