Anonyomous Brutal Fuck

Ever feel manic?  Something about Sunday left me feeling totally anxious and unfulfilled.  Sometimes seek fulfillment various ways.  Sometimes I  do it online- waiting for guys to respond to various posted pictures letting me know that I’m “hot” or “goodlooking” or “fucking sexy- I want to fuck you!”  When none of that works - I often revert to sex.  I was in an “ugly” mood and didn’t want anyone to know if I was handsome/cute/ugly.  All I wanted was someone to abuse my hole.  I posted an ad requesting a totally anonymous scene.  Didn’t want to see the fuckers face.  Didn’t care if he was muscular, skinny, or overweight.  Didn’t care if he was smooth or furry.   Didn’t care if he was gay or straight.  Didn’t care if his voice was high or low.  All I cared about was that he had a big dick and he wanted to fuck hole.  I’d be wearing a leather hood- covering my face.    I posted a picture of my ass in a leather jock and asked for a brutal fucking.    

The guy who responded- sent me a picture of his cock.  It was exactly what I wanted.  It was long and thick 8x7 fuck tool.  He’d be over in less than 10 minutes.   

As promised- he entered my dark house and made his way to my bedroom.  Turned on a series of small night lights which radiated from the bed. When I heard him enter, I positioned myself doggy style on the bed.  I wore the leather hood-black jockstrap- and leather boots.  I could hear his belt hit the floor mixed with his heavy breaths.  Felt his hand slide over my bubble but.  Could feel the strength of his meaty hands as he squeezed my ass cheeks.  Felt a thumb penetrate my lubed hole.  Felt this thick semi-erect meat slap against the crack of my ass.  And then felt nothing.  I wiggled by butt in hope to catch his attention- fearing that he may have prematurely came and left.  And then- whack!  Felt a leather strap smack my ass. 

“Don’t you fuckin’ scream!” he says.

Close my eyes and grit my teeth as the belt proceeded to beat me down.  The red pain throbbed through my ass and immediately made my cock expand in the leather pouch. 

“Harder!” I shout.

“Shut the fuck up!”

Slapped the belt against my ass again and again.  Stops to feel the welts on my ass.  Grabs my ankles and pulls me forward.   I feel his torso press against my backside.  His fully erect cock firmly slaps against my crack.  And then I feel the head of his cock pry open my hole.  Pushes forward and slides inside me.  My gut stretches wide as I feel his girth penetrate me.  He reaches around and graps me by the neck and power fucks my hole.  Balls slap against my ass.  The strokes of his cock are deep and fierce.  He squeezes his hands around my throat.  “Take it you fucking bitch!”  And the sure feeling of pain from my welted ass to the penetrating of his cock takes over.  Feel my ass tightly circle around his cock as if was a mouth ready to bite it off.  My cock fully erect grinded against the leather jock with each powerful stroke.   Not sure if it was the pain or the light headed feeling inside my brain, but I suddenly felt myself ejaculating into the leather jock strap.  My scream of pleasure is muffled inside the pillow.  Pressed me forward and he pushed one masterful stroke deep inside me and said  he’s cumming.  Felt his fingers dig into the side of my neck.  And then the fucking stopped.  He pulls out of me and I feel sometime wet drip my hole.  He escapes as quickly as he entered.  Didn’t say good-bye. Didn’t say thank you.  Never saw his face.  He never saw mine.  Didn’t know if I handsome, ugly, or cute.  Only know- that my ass was sore and I was out of breath. 

I felt momentarily fulfilled.    

Lunchtime Dumpster Load

Ever have a crush on someone so bad that it made your cock ache?  Well this has happened to me.  Today I found myself trying to work on a project at work and every so often flip back and look at his picture.  I’d stare at this furry chest- his dimpled chin (perfect fit for my cock)- the veins in his thick piece of cock meat.  Made me hard and little bit on edge. My own cock now snaked down the length of my pants and could hardly conceal it when speaking with co-workers.  My asshole ached for a solid fucking.  I needed to release before my cock erupted inside my pants.   

 At lunch- I quickly scoured Grindr and Scruff for a local buddy.  More of them were interested in chat versus action.  I went to an empty office building in the area where I  used in the past to meet up with a buddy.  I pulled alongside the dumpster in the loading dock area.  Unzipped my pants-yanked out my cock- opened my phone to the picture of his face/cock and went to town stroking my cock.  Imagined his big hairy chest pressed against my pecs.  The taste of his tongue pushing its way deep inside my mouth.  The girth of his hung cock spreading my ass wide.  The shared breaths and grunts.  The geyser of cum shooting out of his cock deep inside me- making me his own. 

And with this final thought- I stepped outside the car- and shot my load against the side of the dumpster. 

Jesus Christ! If only this guy (my crush) knew what he does for me . . .

Lunchtime Stairwell Suck with G-Series Guy

It's cloudy and raining today in Atlanta.  Right before lunch I received a text from a married guy that I occasionally hook up with.  He asked what I was doing for lunch and if I was “hungry”.  I of course replied back letting him know that I was very interested in a protein shake.  He replied back to meet him in our usual place.  Since he works in the same area as I do- we’ve hooked up in a stairwell of a semi-vacant office building.

I pull up to the office building.  The parking lot is visibly empty.  It's been awhile since I've come over here and it appears that more of the building has become vacant.  With a light rain coming down, I notice that he sits inside his gun metal grey Infiniti G35.  I pull up beside him.  G-Series Guy is in his late 30’s- shaved head- short cropped blonde goatee- short/muscular build - blue eyes- and has always worn a suit each time we’ve hooked up. This time he wears a blue suit with a chalk pin stripe- crisp with shirt- and baby blue silk tie.  He nods in my direction as I get out of my car and we head over to the office building. 

In the elevator- we exchange pleasantries- note that we’ve not seen each other in a while. All the while I stare down at the bulge in his suit pants.  I’m thinking “Jesus- he must be in fucking need of release.”  We head up to the fourth floor of the build and open the door to the stairwell.  We descend one flight.  The concrete stairs are cool, damp, and echoes when we walk.   He leans against the corner of the stairwell landing and intently stares into my eyes.  I pull closer and begin to tug on his cock through his suit pants. Feel his heavy breath against me.  I descend to my knees and pull open his brown leather belt.  The concrete is cool against my knees.  His cock is freed from the opening of his plaid boxer shorts  He’s as hard and thick as I remember with a solid seven inches and at least five inches thick.  I grasp the base of his cock in my hand and lick the underside of cock.  My tongue swirls around the head- building a pool of saliva that coats his meaty shaft.  I open my mouth and push his cock down my throat.  I hear him quietly moan “Fuck!” I take him all the way down my throat and begin moving back and forth on the length.  I pull on his fur covered balls.  He groans again and feels his back arch off the wall.  His hands dangle at his sides- I guess too afraid to actually touch my head in case that might make him queer.   Doesn’t take G-Series Guy too long before he says “Jeez I’m coming man!”  I push his cock all the way down my throat and feel his thick meet throb.  His cum blasts into my throat and I start guzzling down my reward.  I clean off his cock and push his cock back into his pants.  Wipe the sides of my mouth while watch him fasten his belt.  He huskily says “Thanks man!” and descended down the stairwell.  I exhale and listen to the echo of his brown leather wingtips bounce off the concrete stairs.           

I'm a well educated - ex Military gay guy living in Atlanta.  Originally born and raised in California.  I'm masculine, muscular, attractive, and well hung (for those tops who care).  I prefer to bottom and enjoy all types of dominant/aggressive/verbal top type guys.  Daddies are always appreciated.  I travel alot - and I mean alot so ping me.  This blog will chronicle my exploits as I pursue more muscle, more cock and more cum.