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Punk’d

Friday. Lunch with the boss. Casual. Fun. Business has been good. Smooth sailing for the year. Like many restaurants in the area, it’s slow. Just us and two other tables with professionals who have expense accounts.

Waiter is adorable. We chit chat. Some light flirting. I’m trying to keep it civil. Boss has a smirk.

In the middle of my salmon Boss asks, “When are you not fucking someone?”

I protest. They seek out me. I’m not that good looking that they should throw themselves at me. Boss says he’s never known anyone that fucks as much as I do. I tell him not to exaggerate. It’s all rumors and innuendo. Save for the blog, I don’t tell tales. Guys I fuck, however, talk a lot.

Lunch continues. Suit from another table gets up and chats with me. He’s openly cruising me in front of my boss. Boss is doing all he can not to laugh out loud. I almost feel like I’m being punk’d. The more I deny, the more I get hit on. Waiter sees Suit and rushes over. For a moment, I think this could escalate into a fight over me. Naturally, this arouses me.

Suit and Waiter go to their respective corners. Boss and I finish our lunch. He picks up the check. I go to pee.

I unzip and start peeing. Who is at the next urinal? Suit. Gives me the look up and down with his perfect teeth smile. I glance down at his big uncut dick. Damnit. I’m getting hard. I finish my whiz. Give it a shake. I’m about to tuck it back in and he’s on me.

Suit pushes me against the wall. Starts grabbing at my junk. He pulls my hand to his thick but still flaccid meat. I’m fully hard. He kisses me. He tastes like steak. Neither of us notices that we’re not alone.

Waiter clears his throat. I feel like I’ve been caught cheating. I want to say, “It’s not what you think,” but Suit has already dropped to his knees and I’m a good five inches into his mouth before I can attempt to speak. I nod at Waiter to come over. I’m oddly surprised he actually does.

We kiss. He also tastes like steak.

He drops down and joins Suit in sucking on my junk. One on my dick. One on my balls. I’m enjoying it so much I don’t hold back. I tell them I’m gonna cum. The two cocksuckers slurp and suck harder. I groan. Suit pulls off and starts pumping my rod.

I explode. Jizz fires out in thick gobs. The two groan and laugh their approval.

I look up. Boss is standing at the door to the restroom. He looks at me incredulously and asks, “Am I being punk’d?”

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Because I've had such a problem with spammers lately (I think they're all from Japan... go figure, I'm not a 'Rice Queen'), I'm now moderating the comments. I really don't worry too much about comments--some people like what I do; others don't--I let them all slide. However, the spammers piss me off. I'm not sending my readers to some crappy site that may or may not download viruses. That shit sucks.

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Speaking of, I've had a few people ask if I could post something about their project/site and I've done it. It's all about asking and synergy (if their site is similar in focus as mine, I have no problem promoting someone else--note all my links).

That said, note that I have NOT monetized this site. I'm not here to make a profit (considering I've liberally "borrowed" my pictures from others, I find it rather inappropriate to do so).

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Okay... and back to the dirty stories (I promise I'll post something soon--my Christmas was, as always, eventful to say the least [boyfriend + nephew = A Very Merry Christmas!].

Merry Christmas!

May Christmas bring you great joy and love... and hot, steamy sex!


I'm spending Christmas with my family and The Boyfriend. I hope you are surrounded by love as well. Remember to spread love, joy, and your seed this holiday season.

Thank you for checking out my blog and commenting. It's very much appreciated. I promise to post more in the upcoming year.


Best,
RL

Hope

I personally know a few professional MLB and NFL athletes that could take a page from Gareth Thomas' book and come out of the closet. Too many young guys need more role models to be out, be proud and be excellent athletes.

That said... Christ, look at the body of this man! Hurray for our team...

The List

He’s watching the cars go through the car wash. Tall. Handsome in a beaten down way. Ill-fitting t-shirt. Shorts too baggy. Flip-flops. Probably was athletic in his day. Now, probably pushups and situps before work. Maybe an occasional run.

He holds a list in his hand. Stuffs it in his pocket. Pulls it out again. Was whipped ten years ago. Almost broken down today.

The list is out again. I stand next to him. Watching the cars move slowly through. “Honey Do List?” I keep my eyes on the cars. I can see him out of the corner of my eye. He looks over.

“Yeah, how’d you…?” Still staring straight ahead, I pull my list out and wave it.

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Saturday mornings. I meet some buddies and run for a few hours. Sometimes it’s a hand-job. Sometimes we fuck. Maybe we’ll meet some kid who’s up for a good time. We always have a good time. Today, I stayed in for a blow job.

Boyfriend wakes me nibbling on my chest. Props up on his hands and knees. Moves to my mouth. We make out. Long, slow kisses. My phone buzzes. Text from my buds. Boyfriend works his way down. Fuck running.

We sixty-nine for a while. He can take my whole cock down his throat. Slow and smooth it slides down. No gag. No choke. Like it was made for it. His cock falls out of my mouth as I lean back and moan.

I give his ass a hard smack. His cock throbs in my mouth. I taste precum. His hairy ass tightens under my grip. Fingers move to his hole. His cock gets harder. Boyfriend backs his hole into my fingers. I’m gonna fuck that hard.

We’ve done this before. Making it last as long as possible. I lift my head to take in more of his cock. Boyfriend’s balls rest on my eyes. They feel nice. Cool. Smooth. Drop down. His cock slips out of my mouth and smacks against his furry stomach.

Grabbing his hips, I pull boyfriend back. He’s now sitting on my face. Squatting over it. Asshole presented to my anxious tongue. The assault begins. I chew. I lick. I kiss. French. Poke. Prod. His asshole is defenseless against the battering of my tongue and fingers.

Boyfriend rests his hands on my hips for balance. If I were casually tossing his salad, he’d play with my dick. He’s barely coherent. People have called me many things, but bad at eating ass is not one of them.

He quivers. He shakes.. I know where this is going. He won’t last. I can’t stop. Both hands on his cheeks I pull back harder. My mouth is practically suctioned onto his hole and my tongue furiously teases and fucks his hairy hole. His muscular legs prevent me from hearing much, when he starts to unload, I’m sure the neighbors can hear. I feel the splash of seed across my stomach as his cock releases his load. This makes my tongue push in harder. It’s a big load. I can feel his jizz dripping down my side and by my balls.

Boyfriend moves off. I look down. Nut is everywhere. He smiles. “Gusher.” I nod. He gets up. Grabs a towel. I start to wipe up. Phone rings. Yoga instructor is sick, can he fill in? Right now.

He runs out the door promising to make it up to me. Minute later he comes running back in and up the stairs. I knew he wouldn’t leave me hanging.

He hands me The List.

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I stand watching the cars being washed, waving the list. I turn and smile. Beautiful brown eyes. Buzzed hair. Receding hairline. Handsome. A bit sad looking. Chat about our kids. Saturdays. Suburban nightmare shit. He’s cute when he smiles. His name is Todd.

Boyfriend’s BMW moves through. “Yours…?” I nod. Won’t be the last lie I tell today. Boyfriend loves that car. I like how it gets me laid.

Ginormous SUV right behind. “Yours…?” He nods. Almost ashamed. I ask about handling. Power. I don’t mock. Never mock a man’s wheels.

“Ever drive one?” I shake my head. Another lie. Grew up around trucks and SUVs before they were called SUVs. Grandparents had Broncos and Suburbans on the ranch for years. Spent one summer trying to put back together the Bronco I rolled

“Can I take it for a spin?” Beemer is being detailed. Two hours easy. I need to kill some time. Fifteen minutes later we’re driving around. We chat. The most important fact: wife and kids are down south at a soccer tournament. He’ll make it down in the afternoon. Right now he’s free.

Todd asks about the wife. Divorced, I say.

“Girlfriend then…?”

“Sort of…” He nods. Todd gets it. Stop light. I sit back. My running shorts leave little to the imagination on most days. My cock is hard. Pointing left and peaking out the waistband.

I turn and look Todd in the eyes, “Where are we going?”

We pull into his driveway. Typical upper middle class tract home. From the looks he’s already checked off ‘mow the lawn.’

Standing in the entry he turns around three times. The boy is nervous. I tell him to stop. We don’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do. I kiss him.

Floodgates open. Todd pulls me close and we make out like animals. Bumping into furniture. Spinning about. He’s an amazing kisser. My lips are a still a little whipped from this morning. I push him down to his knees. He starts pulling down my shorts.

“Um… shouldn’t we go to the bedroom…? Poor guy. She’s trained him to only fuck in the bedroom.

I look down and tussle his hair. I pull his head forward.

Todd gives amazing head. Light nibbling. Lots of sucking. Uses his hands. Plays with my balls. Fingers my hole. I love married guys. They don’t fuck around often, when they do… they do it all.

He stands. We kiss some more. I move to my knees. The fucking tile floor is miserable. Cold. Hard. My knees ache in seconds. How he spent the last 20 minutes on his knees is beyond me. My knees slide into the grout. It kills. Pulling open his shorts, a perfect uncut cock falls out. I forget about the grout. It’s beautiful. Around 7”. Thick, not massive. Foreskin, not too much. Take it into my mouth. Swallow until my nose rests in his deep bush. Play with his furry balls. Not huge. Very hairy. Nice. He is completely untrimmed and natural. I could stay down here all day. Knees are killing me. Fucking grout. Mercifully, Todd stops me. Doesn’t want to cum yet.

We make out some more. I pull off his shirt. He’s not out of shape, definitely not buffed.. Small amount of fur on his chest. Nice pits. I move for them. Didn’t shower today. I dive in. Todd swears like a sailor as I clean out his deep and furry pits. When I’m done they’re drenched.

He tries to return the favor. He’s not that into it. I suggest we go to the bedroom.

Sheets are off the bed. A pile on the floor with some towels. Laundry day. I throw the old sheets back over and push Todd onto the bed.

I crawl on top of him. We roll around making out like school kids. We explore. I only get fleeting moments at sucking him and that uncut beauty.

He does love me eating his ass. It doesn’t take him long for him to beg me to fuck him. Condoms in the nightstand. The wife hates the pill. Lucky me.

One finger goes in Todd’s ass easily, as does two. Claims he practices with a cucumber. Of course he does. Mental note not to eat at his house. Ever.

I ask him how he wants it. Dealer’s choice. I want to see his face. Bitch stays on his back.

Condom on. Boy lubed and propped up. I throw his legs up. I slide my legs in. My cock rests at his hole. He’s breathing fast. I tell him to relax. He does. A little. “On three.” I count. “One… two…” I push in. Not a lot, but enough for my head to get in. Todd gasps.

Legs back farther. I thrust deeper into him. He’s doing great. I tell him. Keep pushing and backing off a little until I’m all the way in. Would have had to pull out for most guys. He’s taking it like a champ. I reach down and rub his chest and stomach. His uncut cock dribbles out copious amounts of precum. I touch his face. I lean forward and kiss him. I start to fuck him.

Still looking into his eyes, I thrust lightly in and out. Todd’s eyes roll back. He’s loving this. I fuck him gently for a while, then pull back and start hitting it harder. Todd groans loudly at every hard thrust.

I pull out and roll him onto his stomach and enter him again. He doesn’t like this. Same with doggie style. He wants to see me fuck him.

I roll him back over and pull his ass way into the air. He’s resting mostly on his neck and shoulders. Standing over him, I drop my cock down into his hole. Pile driver. Todd fucking loves it. He moans so deep and loud I hear a dog howl.

Todd shouts he’s “Gonna blow! Gonna blow!” I reach down and pump his shaft. It’s like hot stone. I aim it at his face.

His balls unleash. Long ropes of creamy spunk fly onto his face. In his mouth. On his neck. His chest. My shaft aches. I pull off. Snap off the condom. Drop to my knees Shove my throbbing cock back in his mouth. I tell him to swallow it.

The daddy bitch grabs it with both hands and slurps it for all it’s worth. I feel my balls stir. I tell him not to stop.

Not sure why, when I nut I whisper, “For you…” He swallows as much as he can. Some dribbles out. Using my fingers, I scoop the excess back in his mouth.

Todd lays there. The guilt begins washing over him. Lean down to kiss him. Turns his head. Still has my jizz on his face. The condom I fucked him with is stuck to his thigh…

I grab a towel from the floor and wipe up. I throw it to him. He wipes up.

We’re both still hard. With any other guy it would be round two.

We dress in silence.

We get to the car wash just as the car is announced being ready. I shake Todd’s hand and walk away. The kid who detailed the car is checking me out. He’s young. Hot. Tempting. But I got a list with my name on it..