Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Slut Phase Victim #4: Tall Sexy Guy

This happened a few months ago. That's how far behind I am in updating all of you on the exploits of my slut phase. If it's any consolation, I've though an awful lot about writing this, and many other, posts. For some reason, I've been struggling with a lack of motivation. I really don't understand, because for once I have a lot to write about, and I love sharing with all of you.

Anyways, as I've mentioned in previous posts this year, I have slipped deep into a slut phase. My recent anon-blowjob in a park is plenty of evidence of the debauchery that I've allowed into my life. I wanted to tell you about Slut Phase Victim #4, Darren. What I loved most about Darren is his height. He's the first man I've gotten close to, who is actually taller than I am. What a kick it was to walk up close to a man, start kissing him on the lips, with actually tilting my head upwards instead of the usual downward angle I am forced to take. Our chests met, our pelvis met, I could put my hands on his ass without hunching over. And, when his cock started to stir, it was pressed up against my own cock. What a thrill!

I'd found him on Growlr a couple of week earlier, and I laughed when I read his height and the note just below it, which read, "No, my height is not a typo". I laughed, because invariable one of the first questions I get on these type of social apps is, "Are you really [that tall]?".

I did mention that I was tall, right? No, I won't say exactly how tall, that's part of my anonymity.

Anyways, I sent him a message, with some joke in reference to his height. Something lame like the jokes I used to get all the time, "How's the weather up there". He laughed, assumedly after he realized the irony of me asking. We chatted for a second, and went on with our lives. Over the next couple of weeks, we chatted once or twice more. You know, the usual chats like, "When are you gonna come over and suck my cock?".

Anyways, I was at a meeting that was keeping out of the house till late at night. I wasn't particularly enjoying this meeting. When I noticed that Darren was online, I started messaging him to pass the time. I learned that he was available at that very moment. My meeting was in another town, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. I could slip out of the meeting, drive the 30 or so minutes to his house which was sort of, kind of on my way home, and still make it home afterwards at a semi-excusable time. So I set it up on was shortly on my way.

He lived in condo building, so I messaged him when I was on the street and he met me outside. At first, it was almost intimidating, his height. I followed him up a flight of stairs, into an elevator and up a couple of floors. I made some small talk about the building itself. It didn't exist when I lived in this particular town. Another tenant joined us in the elevator for the first two floors.  I was painfully aware that I was there for a hookup, and had no idea what to talk about that wouldn't make it obvious to this innocent bystander. Eventually, we got to his apartment, it was the usual spartan but well decorated place. I was jealous.

Then the kiss. God damn, how I loved that kiss. He was scruffy, tall, dark skinned, better built, and the perfect height. Kissing was... easy, and hot! My hands explored all of him, and I marveled how easily I could grab and squeeze his ass. His cock protruded, and seemed to wrap itself around my cock. I know what wasn't possible, even though he was wearing loose fitting basketball shorts. I was wearing jeans, which kept me pretty contained. But I knew almost instantly his size was larger than mine, impressively larger.

He slowly lead me over to his couch. Before pushing me down onto it, he managed to get my belt off and my pants down around my ankles. I whimpered slightly when he took my rock hard cock into his mouth. He was amazing, warm, wet, just the right amount of pressure, just the right amount of tongue. He was an expert.

I enjoyed his blowjob for what seemed like hours. Eventually, my own hunger took over and I pushed him off me. He stood before me, I lowered his shorts and let loose a monster of a cock. I can't describe enough how much I love the feel of a rock hard cock. They way it's both soft and silky, solid and throbbing at the same time. I licked the head, licked the underside softly. He was sweet, and clean, and burning hot! I enveloped the head of his cock and slowly slid it deeper and deeper into my mouth. It hit the back of my mouth before I was even half way down. I slid up and down on it a couple of times, enjoying it's heat and it's pulse. I tried to push it further, take it into my throat. I gagged. I concentrated on just the top half again. Every few minutes I would try to take it deeper, and each time I would gag. I put his hand on the back of my head and motioned for him to face fuck me. He pushed deeper and deeper with each throat. I continued to gag, but I willed myself to take it deeper and deeper.

It wasn't long before I couldn't take it anymore. I was gagging almost to the point of vomiting and I had to pull off of him. I kept going on the tip, until he pushed me off and back so that I was once again laying down his couch. He was back on his knees between my legs with my own cock engulfed in his mouth. He messaged my balls with his hand, as his tongue massaged the shaft of my cock. It was bliss, and I let it go on for an eternity. Or, it seemed like an eternity, I lost my sense of time. When my orgasm started, probably only a few moments had passed. I let him know I was about to cum not by telling him, but by tightening my grip on his head and pulling him tighter into my crotch. I knew that if he wanted to, he could overpower me and escape. He didn't, he rode my orgasm with me and, when it came, sucked every bit of cum out of me.

We both new that I was in no position to reciprocate. It took several minutes before I could form full sentences again. He seemed to, honestly, enjoy my orgasm as much as I did, if that's possible. He was sated.

So, where did I find the motivation tonight to write this post. I've just set a return date with this guy. With any luck, I'll get to experience his mouth, and his burning cock, in the next couple of days. You have no idea how excited I am!

I've been busy. If you count the guy in the park, I'm up to 10 "willing" victims of my slut phase. All I can say is, I hope this never ends.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

A Day In The Park

I'm really not sure what I expected, or what I was thinking, as I drove to the park. I was in The City, and I had a some time to kill. I was working, but just as on most days, no one accounts for my time and efforts but me. So, I had some time to kill. My next meeting wasn't for a couple of hours. I had seen on Squirt.org that there was a particular park in The City that was pretty popular for hookups. I needed a quiet place to sit down and possible get some work done (yeah, right!), so I decided to drive over and check it out.

I parked, grabbed my backpack with my computer, because, you know, I was there to work, and I walked over to the park. This wasn't your typical city park, or at least not typical of any of the parks I was used to in my life. My idea of a park is an open field, usually with some playground equipment and a baseball field or two. No, this was a vast forest area on a very steep hill. Walking into it, I could easily figure out why it was the choice place for M2M casual encounters. Lots of underbrush, lots of trails, lots of places to be out of view of the general public.

And, lots of steps. I was out of breath in seconds. Again, I hadn't yet decided what I was there for, so I just made my way of the hill. The City is known for it's killer views, and I had a suspicion that this place would not disappoint. It didn't. I made up to one of the summits, with my heart pounding in my chest and cool air on my face. The view was spectacular. I could see almost all of the city, the bridge blanketed in fog, the bay. I sat there for a while, simultaneously checking out the view and checking out Scruff, but really just trying to catch my breath. Scruff told me there were guys near by, but no one super close. I could see a few others walking around, a couple walked right by me. One guy climbed up the hill behind me. I thought maybe he was there for action, but there was no way he was getting anything out of me. He looked like he slept in the park last night.

Once I caught my breath, I walked around for a bit. There were a few guys walking around alone, but almost all appeared to be there just for the fresh air. I did see what looked like it might have been two guys doing something together in the distance, but I wasn't close enough to confirm anything. Anyways, after about an hour or so, I decided I'd had enough fresh air, so I started to make my way back to the entrance.

On my way out, I passed a guy who had just gotten out of his car. He was dressed in short and a sleeveless tee, and looked like he was there for a jog. I didn't pay him much attention, he was older than I was and had no hair on his head.

I made it back to my car, I really had to piss and I couldn't decide what to do next. I still didn't have to be anywhere for a couple of hours, and I wasn't in the mood to be early. It was Monday after all. I decided to take another look at Scruff. Maybe one of the guys that I'd been chatting on previous trips to The City were around. There are a couple of messages, but nothing real promising. I had really hoped that this one guy I'd met up with a couple of times would be around later today, but he hadn't responded to my message yet. It was then that I noticed that the guy I had just passed at the park entrance had taken the profile square right next to mine.

I didn't pay much attention to it, figured I was on my way out. But I hadn't left yet, and a minute later he messaged me. We went back and forth for a bit, and it wasn't long before I was back out of my car and walking back in the park entrance.

I met up with the guy, he was older, in his fifties. No hair on his head, but that was by choice. He obviously had very light colored hair, when he had it, because his eyebrows disappeared also. Anyways, we made the usual awkward small talk as I got him to lead the way towards a good spot. It was, after all, my first visit. I wouldn't have known where the good spots were. And really, neither did he. It took us a few minutes to find something suitable, and it required walking up a pretty steep hill and through some briars. When we finally did find a spot that was halfway decent, I suddenly remembered how badly I had to piss. Remember? I mentioned that before.

He waited patiently, as I took one of the longest pisses in my life. That's what I get for holding it for so long, and for being nervous about who was about to walk around the bend. When I finally did finish, I shook off what piss I could from my cock, turned around, and fed it right into his mouth. Like a good boy, he was already sitting down waiting.

The man had skills. He sucked me from soft to hard in seconds flat. The cool air hitting the exposed parts of my body was probably helping a bit. I had one hand on the back of his head, the other on a branch just over my head. I was rhythmically fucking his mouth, but slowly, enjoying every bit of it. I was still looking around nervously. I saw one guy jogging on a ridge a ways away, I didn't worry because he was going in the other direction. But as my orgasm started to build, I cared less and less about who might be around. I even started to moan.

It was probably one of the shortest blowjobs I've received, because I was cumming in a matter of a few minutes. He let me cum in his mouth, and kept nursing after my cock well into the oversensitive phase, and I let him. I saw another guy on the same ridge, walking in the other direction. Once glance to the left, and he'd see the both of us. I watched, as I still rhythmically slid my cock in and out of this guys mouth. He didn't look. I don't know what I would have done had he, or if I would have cared.

When I finally pulled my cock out, he spit my cum on the ground. I didn't know what was going to happen next, the deal I'd struck on Scruff was just for a blowjob, for me. When he stood up, I could see he was tenting his pants. I don't know if he expected me to reciprocate, or if he saw me staring, but he started to undo his pants. I quickly took he seat on the log, and he quickly fed me his cock.

It was a nice sized cock, I'm starting to think that everyone is bigger than I am. Very little hair, guess it wasn't just his head that was lacking. He was uncut, and I am really starting to love uncut cocks. Fortunately, it was clean.

I quickened my pace, and he was much more vocal as he fucked my mouth. I kept a hand on the base of his shaft to keep the skin pulled back, and the other hand gripped his ass and I guided his hips back and forth. I think I'm actually starting to get good at this, he came much faster than I did. If anyone heard me, then they definitely heard him. I let him cum in my mouth, and he had a firm grip on my hair as he did it. When he was done, I attempted to spit it out. I almost started laughing when a big splooge of it refused to let go of my tongue. I had to wipe it away, then I went back to his cock to see if I could get any more.

We both straightened ourselves out, and made our way back to the park entrance. He tried to make small talk along the way, but I'm not one for talking, especially afterwards. It's just awkward. I'm much better writing about it. Anyways, we came up to his car first, so I shook his hand and was on my way.