No Kids Allowed

I've been fucking around since I was in my early teens. Completely my choice and mostly sought out by me. However, you'll notice I really haven't written anything about those experiences, because I feel that's crossing a line. First, I have no desire to appeal to pedophiles and second, avoiding jail is always a good thing. While I will admit to the occasional impure thought about some hot high school jock, I am definitely NOT into kids.

So why am I bringing this up? Because I recently found that I had about a dozen followers that were pushing kid pictures. I didn't examine the sites closely enough to see if the kids were naked, I found the sites creepy in that they centered around little boys. That makes me physically ill.

I have kids. I have nieces and nephews. I can't imagine doing anything like that to a child. So don't put that shit on my site. To those of you who put crap like that on my site, I'll block you. I'll keep blocking you. Like the idiots that leave comments that are nothing but ads, I will continue to block every comment and every follow. Don't make me come after you.

Jiu-Jitsu Training

I really need to add this to my workout regimen…

Note when the “submissive” tries to tap out, he doesn’t let go… (yeah, baby!) Dig on Mario Sperry's hot latin accent... booyah!




How does one apply to be his aid? Talk about aweet fucking job.



I'm posting this here because of my sorry-ass lack of posts lately. Hell, I haven't even been posting to Twitter that much (well, the good details, anyway). I'm trying fellas, I'm trying...

Twitter Me This, Batman

Some of my friends have hit tough times and are stuck for a place to stay. Being the soft sap that I am, I've taken these guys into my home... so far, so good (and by good, I mean grateful friends give awesome blowjobs...) and having hot guys hang around your house half-naked is a good thing!

My friends are very in-tune with the "internets" (as Dubya would say) and they've convinced me that I should Twitter. "If you're not going to post every time you fuck, you could just Twitter about it."

Fine. I'll join my friends, who are a bunch of twits (they say "tweets", I call 'em like I see 'em).

Feel free to follow me on my Twitter page.

Will I follow you? Fuck yeah!

Now, if only I could get my friends to follow me... guys? Ben? David? Bern?

Happy Valentine's Day

AA Meeting

“Leave your wallet in the car.” Marcus is giving me the rundown for our lunchtime adventure. We’re in his car. Middle of nowhere in The City. Old warehouses. A few repair shops. The whole thing is very ‘off grid.’

He continues. “Don’t talk to the first guy. I wouldn’t even look at him.” I roll my eyes. Marcus grabs my sleeve. “Seriously, he’ll fuck you up.”

I’ve left my wallet, watch and anything of value in the car. Except for the twenty in my pocket. I’ve stuck my ID in my sock as Marcus suggested. “Just in case.” Of what, I don’t want to know.

My mind whirls around all the information he gave me. Most of these guys are seriously straight. Anything “gay” could set them off. No kissing. Avoid eye contact. Don’t fuck around. Don’t be a smart-ass. Have fun... sure.

It’s almost noon. The place has been “open” for almost half an hour. It closes in little more than an hour. Marcus explained why. I can’t remember right now. It made sense when he told me.

Small unmarked door on the street gets us into the warehouse. Not much of a street. No signage. Only one business appears to be open about a half a block away. I don’t see anyone on the street. No cars, either.

We walk purposefully right past the first guy. I don’t make eye contact. Not sure what the place was before, but this was the office. Torn up now. Abandoned. Patches of carpet. Cube farm without the cubes. Ceiling is barely hanging. We walk into the small office in the back. I follow Marcus’ lead and wordlessly toss my money to the guy at the desk. We head to a bashed out hole in the wall.

Marcus warned me the place was a dump. He didn’t do it justice. We walk along a narrow corridor. The high roof of the warehouse is way overhead. The narrow walls that corrals us in look like they were erected over a weekend. The layout is simple: the narrow hallway encircles a long, narrow central room. The hallway is braced overhead with an occasional two-by-four. All lighting is natural from the dirty warehouse windows and almost opaque skylights. Tarps are sporadically thrown over the braces to create pockets of completely dark space.

The center room has a plywood wall tilted up with four glory-holes cut in. Like the hall, braces to the hall walls hold it steady. I get the feeling if someone pushed hard, the whole place would collapse.

I hear some groans and the occasional voice. I see no one. It’s damn dark. Marcus disappears almost instantly. I walk alone. There are a lot more guys there than I would think. Most are just standing there in the darkness. Several have their dicks out. Most just stand there staring at the ground. One or two look up. It takes me three laps before I realize the place is small and I’m seeing the same guys over and over.

Finally, I see some guys going at it. Fucking. Sucking. Very serious. No one is laughing or smiling. I continue on.

A hot guy leans against the wall. I think he’s hot but can’t be sure. He stands in the dark. The light cuts a clean line right by his shoulder. My eyes are adjusting, but the light hitting him is reflected. His shirt is open. His chest is nice.

I rub his stomach and chest with my hand. He doesn’t push me away. He doesn’t look at me, either. My eyes are adjusting. I look at him. He’s got a buzz cut and a two day growth of beard—buzzed all over his head. Masculine features. His eyes are dark. They look kind. Thin lips.

I lean in and lick his nipple. He takes a deep breath. I chew a bit. He smells like a working man. Bit of sweat. Musky but not dirty. I move to his right pit. Buzz resists. I’m persistent. I push his arm back. I dive in.

I tongue his pit a bit. He seems uncomfortable, but says nothing. I move back to his chest. His nipples are fantastic. I chew on them for a while. I move to his left. He lifts his arm to offer his pit. Good boy.

I get into that pit and I lick. I soak it with my spit. I chew. I nibble. I fucking worship it. The taste. The acrid smell. It’s fantastic. I move back over to his right pit to give it its proper due.

Buzz pushes on my shoulders. He’s enjoying this, but he’s here to get off. I drop to my knees. I pull open his workpants. The smell is intoxicating. Warm. Musky. Smells like a real man. I begin to salivate.

I yank down the front of Buzz’s tighty-whities. His thick cock falls out. He’s cut. Big, hairy balls. I examine it for a second in the dim light. Then, I swallow it. He gasps. I work the whole shaft. All in. All out. Sucking his whole dick. He lets out a low moan.

I concentrate on the head for a while. Rolling my tongue over the head. Licking it. Teasing it. I taste some precum. That inspires me to work harder on his cock. Buzz gasps and moans quietly.

I pull his underwear down more so I can really get at his balls. I stroke the shaft as I suck on each of his hairy nuts. I roll them around on my tongue. Pulling a bit. Sucking them. The musky taste is intoxicating.

Buzz grabs his dick and smacks my face. He wants me to suck him again. I take it back in my mouth. Long slow strokes up and down, followed by quick pumps. He grunts. His hips start to buck. He’s going to cum.

He grabs my head and pulls me onto his shaft. I reach around and grab his hairy ass. Buzz let’s out a guttural groan. I hold his cock in my throat as he pumps his load into me. Buzz thrusts his hips. His load continues to gush into my mouth. I stay there with him in me until he stops bucking. I pull off and swallow his spunk.

He pulls his pants up. Buzz grunts something—thanks?—as he puts his junk back in his drawers. I start to stand. Buzz walks off. No other words spoken between us. I wipe my mouth and smell his musky scent. My cock is rock hard.

I walk along the dim hallway. I’m surprised there are still a lot of guys here. It’s getting close to 12:30 and the place closes at 1:00pm. I continue walking. Lots of suits on their lunch hour.

Marcus is in the center room. Pants around his ankles. Sucking on some roughneck’s dick. Taking it bareback from another. I walk over and tussle his hair. He turns to look at me, cock still in his mouth. I can see the joy in his eyes. I ask the guys if he’s being a good boy. They don’t answer. The both keep pumping the whore in the suit. I move on.

There’s a younger, cute blue collar guy in the hall. Thick, but not heavy. Looks like he might have played football in high school. He’s kinda short. But I can see he’s got a solid body. He tries giving me a tough guy look. I give him a hard stare and he looks away. Not so tough.

I walk up and stare him down. He looks away. I grab his balls. He’s hard. I slide my hand down his pants. Not only is he hard, he’s dripping. I turn him around, so I’m behind him reaching around. I can dominate him.

With my other hand, I grab his ass. Bubbly. Soft, yet firm. I push my crotch into his ass. Football whispers “yes.” I move hand off his ass and around him. One hand still in his pants, the other caresses his chest through his shirt. I hug him tight and thrust into him. He whimpers.

I nibble very lightly on his neck. “Condom?” I whisper. He says front pocket as he throws his head back. I can’t resist and nibble more on his neck. A lot of these guys may not want to kiss. Football isn’t one of them.

I reach into Football’s front pocket. Magnum Condom. The guy has high hopes. Also a traveler lube packet. I love this kid. I’m aware of the time, so no foreplay. I just want to get to it. I tug on his belt. I tell him to drop his pants. I undo my belt and drop my suit pants. For a moment I think of fucking him through my boxers. I yank my cock out over the elastic band. Not sure why I don’t drop them all the way. I just don’t.

Condomed up, I lube up his ass. I finger it a bit. His ass is tight. I quickly add another finger. Not too tight. I tell him to lean forward. I squat down a bit. I rub my cock on Football’s crack. Just before I enter, I hear a voice say, “Fuck him hard”. I look around. Three guys are jacking it, watching us. I turn back to Football.

I lean forward and whisper, “You ready?” He nods.

I grab his waist and push in. Football moans under his breath. I move one hand to his shoulder and pull him back as I push forward. I go in deeper. He grunts hard. I think it hurts him. I keep pushing. I let out a heavy sigh as I push all in. “Oh, yeah…”

Football lets out what almost sounds like a sob. I think he’s trying to say something, but he can’t. I begin thrusting into him. I just want to nut in his ass. I start moving hard and fast. Grab his hips and thrust into his hole. All I’m thinking about is fucking until I cum. No reaching around. No worrying about his needs. His moans tell me he’s happy enough.

I’m close. I pull him back and begin bucking wildly. I whisper nasty shit into his ear. I tell him what a good fuck he is. How I want to nut in his hole. He says some shit. Mostly “porn quotes” (“Fuck my ass with your big cock” “Breed me” Shit like that). I reach down to feel Football’s cock. Some suck-boy is on his knees working hard to get him off.

I’m close. Some guy watching nuts. He yells out. Guys are commenting on my fucking. I close my eyes and start grunting loudly as I spill my seed into his tight ass. I call out that I’m cumming. I lose control and bang his ass wildly. I push him forward onto Suck-boy. Thrusting deeper. Dumping my load into his ass.

I stand there catching my breath. My cock still throbbing in Football’s hole. I rub his back through his shirt. He leans back. I pull him tight. Grabbing his chest and stomach. I whisper in his ear I want to see him cum.

Football grunts and gasps through his orgasm. He never yells out or says “I’m cumming.” He feeds the guy on his knees in front of him. His jizz dribbles from suck-boy’s mouth.

I pull out. I flick the condom onto the ground and pull up my pants. Football buttons up, too. Suck-boy stays kneeling, looking down. I put my hand on Suck-boy’s shoulder, “Good job.” Quick pat. I move on. Suck-boy mumbles a quiet “Thank you, sir”.

I make my way down the hall. Marcus is walking towards me. He looks satisfied. There’s jizz on his shirt. “That’s why I keep extras in my office”.

Not too many guys left. We walk through the hole in the wall and back into the office. The guy from the desk calls out for everyone to hurry on out. The guy at the front is sitting in a chair, ignoring us.

We walk out into the bright sunlight. Marcus and I walk down in the middle of the street.
A beat up truck drives slowly by. It’s Football. His window is down. I stop. He stops. He nods. I pull a business card from my suit pocket and toss it into the truck. He drives off. Marcus rolls his eyes.

We continue on. A guy in the open shop stops us. He wants to know what all these different guys are doing in the old warehouse. Marcus smiles with an instant response, “A.A. meeting.” The guy smiles and nods his head in approval. I’ve never been big on meetings, but this is one I could do again.

Berkeley

Friday night. At a bar in The City. Talking to Pete, Aaron and Davis. Haven’t hung with in a while. It’s good to be out. We’re talking who we’re going to fuck. The guys I’m interested have partnered up.



Studly college kid comes up. Grabs my crotch. I remove his hand. He thinks he’s hot shit. He is. If he hadn’t grabbed my balls, I might have thought him straight: He talks sports. He yammers on about the financial crisis. He babbles about everything. Says nothing. He mentions Berkeley three times. Wearing a Berkeley hat, Berkeley T-shirt, probably Berkeley boxers. I was never that much into school spirit.

Pete’s had enough of this kid after about 2 minutes—but lets him talk for 20. Pete went to Stanford. Big Game is Saturday. Pete is in no mood for this shit. He tells “public school” to get his scrawny ass out of our faces.

Berkeley looks cuter when he’s pouty. His ass looks amazing as he walks away.

Bar’s closing. Saying goodbye to Pete on the street. Aaron and Davis hooked up with guys hours ago. Berkeley is on his cell trying to find a ride home. I’m surprise he’s alone. He’s got a rockin’ bod. Hot ass. Nice bulge. Shit like that should not go home alone.

On my cell. Call Big James. He’s been trying to sell The Hookup Condo for months. He’s got six condos for sale. The plunging market is killing him. Including the hookup palace.


When he was rolling in cash, Big James bought a pad to take tricks to. Nice place. Central location. No worry about taking tricks home. Nothing to steal. It’s priced to sell. It hasn’t sold.

I give him the breakdown. James: “Can I join?”

“We might be done by the time you get there. He’s in college, they usually nut fast.”

“I’ll hurry—key’s in the same spot.”

I walk up to Berkeley who’s yelling at his roommate. I give his ass a hard grab. “Need a place to crash?”

He doesn’t shut up the entire walk. He’s very impressed with himself. He also has demands. Seriously. Demands. He tells me what he requires for sex. I don’t say a word. If only to shut him up, I’m tempted to pull out my dick and shove it in his mouth right there.

We’re inside. He’s still talking. I stand there. Hands on hips as he checks out the view. He turns back, “What’s wrong?”

I’m over his shit. I just want to nut and leave. Great bod or not, he’s annoying. “We’ve been here for five minutes and your mouth still isn’t on my dick.” He smiles. He thinks it’s a joke.

I move quickly. Push him against the wall. Hard. “You talk too much.” His heart beating fast. He’s kinda short. I easily dominate him. I kiss him hard. Tastes like beer and gum.

He’s a good kisser. Keep him pressed against the wall as we make out. Feeling his pecs and six-pack through his t-shirt. I grab his bubble butt with both hands and pull him close. Big dick straining to get out of his jeans.

His hands concentrate on only one area on me. After ten minutes, I can feel the wet spot my jeans.

Shove him back against the wall. His head moves forward. Lips slightly puckered. Tongue pushing out.

I push him down hard. There’s a loud thud as his knees slam onto the hardwood floor. He touches my crotch. Berkeley has watched too much porn. Sucking my crank through my jeans ain’t gonna cut it. One quick yank and the buttons open up. No underwear. I pull out my junk.

“Suck it.”

The kid does something right. Very right. Takes it all the way down. Knows when to use his hands. Doesn’t ignore my balls. Hands explore all over. I toss the Berkeley cap onto the floor. Run my hands through his hair. Curly and a little too long. It works on him. Gives me something to grab as I fuck his face.

He takes me all the way down again. Pull on the back of Berkeley’s head. He tries to pull off. I keep him there. I can feel him starting to panic. Letting him go, he pulls off. Gasps for air. He looks up. “Good boy.” Shove my crank back into his hole. He greedily accepts it.

I turn around. Tell him to lick my ass. He refuses. Push my ass into his face. He doesn’t even try. I turn around. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Blank stare from Berkeley. I yank him up off the floor. Turn him around. Press him against the wall. I reach around. Pulling open his jeans, “I thought you said you were going to fuck me?” I get a feel for his unit: huge.

“I was…”

“If you won’t put your mouth there, why put your dick…?” His pants slide down. I kneel down… son of a bitch: Cal boxers. I pull them down. Beautiful ass. Muscled. Bubble. Hairy. Thick bush in the crack. I lean forward and sniff. Sweat. Acrid, but clean. “Nice,” I whisper.

“Thanks…”

“Shut up.”

Give a little kiss to where his thigh meets the bubble. Soft. Furry. Delicious. I mix kissing and nibbling on his cheeks. Stick my tongue into the deep thicket of fur. He quivers. Digging down until my tongue hits his pucker. He flinches.

Spread his cheeks with my hands. I let my tongue run the trail from top to bottom. Stopping near the taint for a little chewing/tonguing. Get my whole face in there. My tongue explores every inch. His ass is heaven. I will enjoy fucking the hell out of it.

I continue my assault for a full 15 minutes. Yeah, I time myself. The fucking hardwood floor prevented going longer. Fucking knees are killing me. And my tongue was cramping up.

Berkeley turns around. He’s expecting a blow job. I stand up. I move in to kiss him. He pulls away. I move forward. Pull back. Move in.

Grab his head. Kiss him hard. He tastes his ass on my lips. “That’s you, baby.” Our cocks are having a sword fight as we press against each other. “You like tasting a man’s ass now?” He nods and continues licking his ass off my face.

“Let’s see what you’ve learned.” Leaning over the back of the couch. I offer up my ass to his tongue. He eats it like a pro. My cock oozes precum all over the back of the couch. I time him at 32 minutes of ass chomping. To be 21 again.

We move to the bedroom.

He’s still wearing his fucking Cal shirt. I pull it off… a little too hard and tear it. He tells me it’s his good luck shirt. “You’re still getting lucky.” He’s still bummed. I want to shout that it’s only a fucking shirt. Push him back on the bed. I go down on him.

He’s cut. It’s really a beautiful dick. Thick. Long. Nice to suck and swallow. He tries to force my head down. I smack his hand away. He does it again. I slam my hand down on his stomach. He’s doubled over. Fucking baby. I tell him to knock off the porn shit he’s seen. “Just put your fucking hands behind your head, close your eyes and enjoy it.”

As I continue to suck on his crank, I play with his balls and taint. While playing with his hole, his legs start to lift. The more I work both his shaft and hole, his legs go higher. They begin to straighten out. Sticking out almost parallel to the bed. The boy is close.

He gurgles. My mouth fills with his spunk. I work his cock until he stops shaking.

I don’t swallow.

Small kisses up his torso. I’m over him. Look at his lips. Quick nod. He knows what’s coming. Opens his mouth. Closes his eyes. What the fuck? I wait. He opens his eyes. I decide not to spit his spunk into his mouth. I move forward and kiss him.

His seed slips from my lips. We pass it back and forth between us. I move away to nibble on his neck. Chest. Nipples. I stay there a while. It’s a nice chest.

Lifting off him, I push his legs back. I lean over to the nightstand. Pull out condoms and lube. I tell him to turn over. He says he’s not sure. Never been fucked. I find it hard to believe. He starts to babble.

Tilt head. Hard stare. It stops him. Lean forward slightly. He quickly scrambles onto his stomach. “Be gentle.”

I smack his ass hard. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

Grab a pillow. I’m tempted to stuff it in his mouth. I use it to prop him up. Probably should be on his back. That might encourage him to talk. He stays on his stomach.

Play more with that hairy hole. Tongue. Fingers. First one, then two… three. Sweet. I’m Not sure whether he’s truthful about not having been fucked. I go with caution and really open him up. He’s shaking. “You cold, baby?”

“No, sir… just a little scared.”

Did I fucking call him “baby”? Did he reply with “sir”?

I run my hand down his back. My shame: “Don’t worry, daddy’ll take care of you.”

What a fucking douche I am.

Plus side: he relaxes. Thoroughly lubed, I try to enter. It hurts him. He’s clamped up. I try again. He’s shaking more. I move next to him. I get up close to his face. He’s wincing. I’m nowhere near his ass.

He looks at me with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He lets out a long and loud fart. I laugh for ten solid minutes. He’s humiliated. What ever happened to college guys enjoying a good fart?

He starts to talk again… He’s never fucked before. Given or received. Only BJs. Starts apologizing. He asks me what I want to do.

“I really want to tap that virgin ass.”

Berkeley’s on his back. Pillow propped up underneath. Lick and kiss his ass again. I’m taking a guy’s virginity. This doesn’t happen to me everyday.

Start to enter him. I stop. “Need to fart?” Berkeley laughs. He relaxes a bit. I rub his stomach. I tease his hairy hole with my cock. I push the head in. He winces. I tell him to breathe. I continue slowly moving in on his ass. Pushing in. Telling him to breathe. Pushing in. I’m all the way in. He’s tight. I’ve been in tighter. Stay in there a few minutes.

Slowly pull all the way out. Lean forward. Suck his dick a bit. He’s hard. Start back in again. Slowly… Easing in… Balls deep.

Pumping slowly. He seems to enjoy it. I begin to thrust a little faster. We change positions. He’s on his side. Berkeley seems to like this. I fuck him like that for a while. I get a better appreciation of how hot his body is. Toned. Zero fat. As only 21 fuckers can be.

Finally, we are back to where we started. He’s on his stomach. I’m on top of him. Whispering encouragement in his ear. He mutters the one word that makes me smile: “harder.”

Start fucking him with a little more authority. No longer looking for guidance on whether he likes it or not. Grab his hips and begin to fuck him. It’s my turn to talk. I tell him how great his ass feels. How tight he is. He tells me to keep fucking.

Leaning forward. Telling him how tight his virgin hole feels wrapped around my aching cock. I can feel myself getting close. Tell him I’m going to nut inside him. “You want my seed, bitch?”

“baby” is over.

He begs for it. I straighten up. I’m banging Berkeley’s ass. Pushing off his back when I cum. The orgasm tears through me like a lightening bolt. I fall into automatic fucking. Slamming into his ass as hard as I can. Thrusting and groaning as I pump my load into his virgin hole.

Collapsing on top of him. Kissing his sweaty neck. Biting his magnificent shoulders. Ask him if he liked it. He came again while I was fucking him. Yeah, he enjoyed it.

While he’s in the bathroom cleaning up, James appears in the doorway. He’s stroking his thick rod. He’s been watching from the hall for most of it. Berkeley returns. Thinks James is my boyfriend and starts to freak. He apologizes profusely.

James convinces Berkeley that we sometimes share tricks. If we shared him…

Berkeley practically dives for James’ huge unit. James cums quickly. He’s been rubbing it out for a while. James doesn’t go down easily. He can stay up for hours (sans Viagra/Cialis/etc.)

James and I trade off on the kid until sunrise.

Got a call from James tonight. Real estate agent thinks someone broke into the condo. Place was a mess. Sex stains everywhere. Still, the client put a decent bid in for the place. I told James if I could help him sell any of his other condos, to give me a call.

L’il Bit

L’il Bit came by Saturday morning. He has a knack for calling just as I’m getting ready to head for the gym or a run. I can’t deny him. He’s got a tight little bod and a mouth that rock.

We have a routine. Not sure how it started, but it hasn’t changed much in a year of occasional hookups.

He lets himself in. L’il Bit walks into the living room as I’m tying the laces on my running shoes. I look up and he looks away. How long have we been doing this and he’s still embarrassed? He’s a fucking whore, get over it.

He looks hot: Jeans. T-shirt. The usual for him. I think he’s in high-tech. I don’t ask. I don’t care. I do care about his body. He’s built like a machine. Not over built—just tight as fuck. Unbelievable ass. Handsome face. Too handsome, if there is such a thing.

The issue with L’il Bit is that he’s short. 5’4”. Almost tiny. I know my nickname bugs him. I also know it turns him on. I tease him with it. If he hated it, I would probably tease him more.

L’il Bit walks over and drops to his knees. As he starts to pull off my shorts and jock, he says “hello.” It’s almost a whisper. Hell, I don’t know if he’s saying it to me or my dick. Do I care? No.


I know what’s coming, so I’ve got a chubby when his lips carefully take in my cock. Damn! Sweet lips. The guy knows how to suck: Right hand gripping my shaft, left at the base, his mouth moves down slowly. He gags a bit. I’m not sure if I’m really that big, but he gags every time.

It makes me harder.

L’il Bit pulls up with his mouth, quickly followed by his right hand in one fluid motion. I feel like my whole dick is in the most wonderful, moist heaven.


I lean back. I gently run my fingers through his hair. No need to fuck his face. I don’t grab at the back of his head. I’m loving the feel of his mouth on my dripping dick. The gentle slurping makes me smile. I love seeing his handsome face swallow my cock. He is loving it as much as I.

His left thumb is playing with my balls. Just a precursor before L’il Bit moves his left hand to my taint and asshole. He’s got good hands. Muscular, thin fingers. Elegant and long. Not long by most standards, but for him. They do the job right. I let slip a soft moan. I like to encourage him.

The motions of his mouth and hands go longer and repeat sooner. The fucker is going faster and slower at the same time. It makes my cock delirious.

My breath increases. I’m close. We both know it. My hands no longer run through his hair. Instead, I place my hand on his neck. I pull slightly forward. I’m going to cum. L’il Bit is going to drink it.

My back arches. I pull forward on his neck. He swallows my entire cock and my ample load. It feels like it’s going on forever.

I lean back. I’m spent. Fuck going to the gym. I got up an hour ago and I’m ready for a nap.

L’il Bit is still on his knees. Usually, he gets up and leaves. He doesn’t want me to touch him. I know the feeling. Sometimes, you just want to be somebody’s fuck hole. No problem on my end.

“I like this,” I’m positive he’s talking to my dick and not to me.

I grunt. My dick flicks involuntarily. I wonder if he thinks it’s responding to him.

L’il Bit looks at me, “I like blowing you.” He smiles and looks back down, “I like servicing you.” Again, I think he’s talking too my dick.

I want to say, “You’re still here?” but think better of it. In a non-committal fashion, I grunt again.


He stands and faces me. Sitting, I’m staring at his chest. I smile. This is usually where it ends and L’il Bit leaves. The song “Short People” by Randy Newman runs through my head. I don’t want L’il Bit to see me laugh so I look down. How could I never have noticed how big his junk was?

I say, “Jesus,” or “Holy fuck” or some such nonsense as he starts to move away. I grab his shirt and pull him back. I got six inches and fifty pounds on L’il Bit—he’s going no where.

“L’il Bit, what you hid’n?”


He begs me off. He does not want to be touched, but I want to see it. He’s wearing 501 Levi’s and no belt, so the work is practically done for me. One pull and out drops his junk. He’s hard. It’s curved. Seriously curved. TWO bends. It looks like an amusement park slide: big bump, slope and curve. Talk about having a “crank.”

He pulls away. “I don’t think we should do this anymore.” Fucking wuss.

I get up and catch him before the front door. He’s having trouble putting it back in. I apologize. I tell him it’s hot. I try to be kind. He wants nothing more to do with me.


“Fine,” I lean against the front door, “one last blow job and you can go.”

We argue. He wants to leave. I want a going away gift. What I really want is for this not to be our last time. L’il Bit says something that pisses me off. I grab him by his t-shirt and lift him up. He’s lighter than I thought. I outweigh him by 75 pounds…

I drop him on the couch. I realize by the look on his face this is what he wants. He doesn’t want to be sucked. He doesn’t want to have his dick played with. Ultimately, he wants what every fag wants: a straight guy. I’m not straight, but treating him like I am is the next best thing.

“Suck it, faggot.” I hiss. My cock is rock hard. I swear the big vein across the top is throbbing.

L’il Bitch does as he’s told. He takes it. I pull him forward. I shove my hand down the back of his jeans. L’il Bit has a hairy hole. Sweet. I want to tongue it, but he won’t dig it.

He tries to get me to stop, but his eyes plead for me to go on. I pull my dick out of his mouth and open his jeans. The snake jumps out. Before he can protest, I flip L’il Bit over and yank down his pants. I spit on his hole…

Condom. I do not want to stop… “Got a condom?” I know the answer. I don’t want to have to get off him, go upstairs, fuck.

“My left rear pocket.” Fucking whore.

Ripping open the packet, I mutter something about him being a whore. I roll on the Trojan and put the head up to his hole. I wonder if this might be his first time. He moves, so that he’s kneeling on the couch, hanging over the back, offering up his ass. His hole moves to my unit, ready to devour it. Definitely not his first time. I play with his crack, teasing it with my pulsating cock-head. A little more spit on his hole and I’m ready.



I push in. He’s tight. He groans. Pleasure. I push farther. He groans louder. I push one more time… I’m almost completely there. One last thrust and I’m all the way in his ass. I pull back and begin to fuck him hard. He’s groaning and begging for more.

I give him what he wants: my raunchy dick and my filthy mouth. I call him horrible names. I say nasty things about him. I reach around to feel his cock. He fucking loves every filthy word. His cock is rock hard.

L’il Bit is being fucked like the animal he is. I’m Thrusting and banging into him. I don’t care what he wants. It’s about my pleasure. My selfishness gives him pleasure.

I try to flip him over so I can see his face. He resists. I pull out. I back up. I grab his ankles and pull him back. In one quick move he’s on his back. His jeans are still bunched around his ankles so he can’t move. Nice. He’s even more my bitch.


His legs go back with a simple push. Say you don’t want it all you want, but when your legs fly back that easily, you’re a fucking slut. I slam my cock back in L’il Bit’s tight hole. He groans. That’s not pain; that’s pleasure. I smile.

“You like that, fucker.” The jeans around his ankles are blocking my view. I’m too lazy to take them off. I push his legs to the left. He’s on his side. I continue fucking him. L’il Bit’s got a smile on his face as I continue fucking him. He doesn’t just like it. He loves it.

I want to really slam his hole again. I pull out. I move him so he’s hanging over the back of the couch. His beautiful, hairy ass is offered up to me. I can’t resist, I kiss it. I get my tongue in there and chew about a bit. L’il Bit moans like a mother fucker.


I get back in there. I slide it all the way into his tight abyss and then pull all the way out. I hover before slamming it back in. L’il Bit loves it. He’s moaning and mumbling. I can’t make out what he’s saying, but he’s enjoying it.

Slamming my dong back in, I begin to pump and thrust. His tight hole grabs my cock as I slide back and forth into his steamy hole.


As I’m getting close, his voice is getting higher. L’il Bit starts to squeal that he’s cumming. It’s enough to put me over the edge.

I lean forward and reach around his neck with my arm. As the throws of ecstasy and orgasm take over, I buck wildly. The feeling of release is complete.

Our sweat running together as I lay on top of him.

“Great fuck,” I grunt as I push off him.

Stepping back, I survey the damage: jizz stains everywhere. L’il Bit is quite a spunk machine.

L’il Bit looks at the mess. “Did I do that?”

“You owe me for the dry cleaning.”

He asks how much. I shrug. L’il Bit starts to pull up his pants, grabbing his wallet. I stop him. I tell him I’ll take it out of his ass the next time he comes by.

L’il Bit shakes his head. He says he can’t come back. He’s feeling ashamed. Used. Like a whore. He is. His cock still isn’t quite tucked away. I grab it.

“You’ll be back. You can’t stay away.” He starts to get hard again in my hand. L’il Bit tries to pull away. “Admit it.” I tug on his hardening meat. He keeps his head down. He says nothing.

I grip harder. L’il Bit is hard again. He whimpers. I’ve got him. “Yeah, you’re mine…”

L’il Bit pulls away and goes to the front door while buttoning up his pants. I spoke too soon. I move quickly as he starts to open the door. I bump in behind him, slamming the door.

I grab L’il Bit’s hair, “Where the fuck you think you’re going?” He says he can’t do this anymore. He doesn’t want it. I reach around. His huge cock is again hard as a rock.

My chest is pinning his head against the door. I reach around with both hands and yank open his jeans. I hear a thud. It’s his cock slamming against the door as it’s released from his jeans. I grab his meat as I push against him with my body.

“Tell me how much you want to leave,” I hiss. His cock is dripping as I pull and tug on his foreskin.

He whimpers softly that he wants to leave.

“Say it like you mean it,” I shout.

He says nothing. I demand that he tell me how much he likes it. He still says nothing. But his cock speaks for him: my hand is soaked with his precum.

Pumping harder on his meat, I feel the curves and bumps as my hand slides up and down the thick shaft. “You gonna cum for me, bitch?” L’il Bit answers with a moan. I feel him thicken and get harder in my hand. He’s close. I tell him to cum for me. He moans. I tell him to show me how much he loves and worships me.

He cums so hard he simultaneously bangs his head and kicks at the door. He shudders slightly. He feels good in my arms. We stand there for a second silently breathing. I want to nibble on his neck, but I know it will ruin the moment. Instead I say “Thanks, fag.” L’il Bit murmurs something.


I step back from the door and start up stairs. I stop and sit down, my semi-hard dick hanging down. L’il Bit stands at the door. He’s not moving. He doesn’t want to face me. I need him to. I want him to suck me off again.

L’il Bit turns around, teary-eyed. Is he fucking crying?. Fuck. This guy is so full of shame. He looks me in the eye and tells me he’s not a fag. I tell him I know. I’m lying, but so is he, so my lie is justified.

He’s staring at my cock. I make it bounce. It’s getting harder. He moves forward. It’s like he’s powerless against the draw of my cock. He’s weak-willed and a pussy. I’d tell him so, but I’m afraid he might actually walk out.

L’il Bit kneels on the first step and takes my cock down. He works my cock; balls. For a small guy, he sure can swallow a big cock. He fingers my ass again, which feels awesome. I tell him I’m gonna nut in his mouth. I grab the back of his head to let him know. He swallows my whole load.


He pulls off and smells his finger. I ask him if he likes it. He says yes. L’il Bit tells me he wants to fuck me someday. I laugh. I laugh because his cock is huge and would hurt the fuck out of me. He thinks I’m laughing at him because he’s a pussy. I don’t correct him. He quickly pulls up his pants and starts to leave. I ask him for a kiss.

He’s not sure what to do. I nod for him to come back. He walks over slowly. L’il Bit leans forward to kiss me. At the last second, I turn my head slightly so he kisses my cheek. Embarrassed, he starts to pull away. I grab him and pull him close. I kiss his neck. As much as I want to kiss him it would ruin the illusion.

L’il Bit leaves out the back door. I clean up the mess in the living room and entry. I decide to go for a short run. On my way back, I stop by some of the neighbors talking in the street. One of them comments how much he loves Saturday morning. I couldn’t agree more. Saturdays are great.