A Liar Gets What's Coming to Him

The ad was simple enough:

"Married, late 30s, visiting businessman, bottom, looking for similar but top."

Only problem was he was in a hotel on Capital Hill, pretty far for me, but I decide it's worth the subway ride to get a little ass.

At the Holiday Inn (yeah, that should have been a warning for me), "John" (yeah, people still give that fake name) opens the door.  What a fucking liar, he must be in his mid-50s!  This time I decide I'm going to call him out.  Here is the dialog:

"I'm John, glad you could come over."
"Where is the guy who posted the ad?"
"That's me, I'm ready."
"The ad said you were in your thirties."
"Come on dude, everybody shaves off a few years in those ads.  I promise, I'm a real good bottom."
"Listen dude, I don't like being lied to, but since I'm here, I'm inclined to go ahead and fuck you, but only if you keep that pruned-up mug of yours face-down in the pillow, so I don't have to look at it."

He looks hurt, and I feel so proud at calling this motherfucker out.  I say "you want it or not?"  He says, "let's get undressed."  He gets on his stomach in the bed, and I start lubing his hole.  He points to the nightstand, and say's "there's a condom there, I only take it safe."  I say, "absolutely, me too."  I put the condom on, shove his face down in the pillow (reminding him of our deal that he stay face down if he wants to get fucked), slip off the condom and penetrate his ass.  I fuck him a good ten minutes before I flood his ass with cum.

I pull out, and tell him to stay face down, as I don't want to see his face again.  I put my pants on, shoes on, and walk out, leaving my very special calling card of an empty condom on the floor.

I can't resist, on the way home, I stop by the bookstore and check me email.  And, yes, John has written me, and his is one unhappy old fart.  "What the fuck, the condom I give you is on the floor and dry. I told you I play safe ONLY and you said you did too.  What the fuck just happened??????"

I respond as follows:

"Yes, John, I told you that I only play safe.  But, in fact, I only fuck guys raw, planting cum deep inside, where, as we speak, my little sperms are searching in vain for egg in your ass to fertilize.  As far as me telling you that I only play safe, that was a lie, sort of like you being in your late 30's.  But as you said, everybody tells whopper when hooking up.  Don't write me again."

But he does:  "Listen, you fucking little faggot.  I don't get fucked  raw ever.  I'm a lawyer and what you did was rape.  NO CONSENT to the sex act performed - it's just like you drugged me and fucked me.  You going to jail unless you come over here NOW, show me a driver's license so I got your real name and address, go get tested for all FUCKING KNOWN STDs, and show me the results.  Else, I call the cops."

Oh well, we'll go another round:

"Dude, you're not going to call the cops,  As I lawyer, I'm sure you know that the police report would be public, and under my right to confront my accuser, I get to know your full name, address, etc.  And about 15 minutes after I find out, your wife is going to know what you do when you are here in DC (and probably everywhere else  you take you over-fucked ass).  And shortly after that, I'll make sure everyone in your office gets a copy so they know the efficient use you're making of the company travel budget, doing business during the day and getting fucked by random guys in the evening.  I don't have any diseases and I hope you've learned a lesson about lying about your age, appearance, etc."

He did not write back and no cops have busted down my door (yet)....  Who would have thought, me and a "teachable moment."

Musings On Strategy

A commenter asked if I have particular strategies for getting raw ass.  Well, you see some of my strategies in my postings, and over the years, I found some strategies that have some likelihood of success and others very little chance of success.

First, try to delay the discussion of the nature of the fuck (i.e., raw) as long as possible.  Try to avoid discussing the details of the fuck when you are setting up the encounter.  This is for two reasons.  First, some guys are so paranoid about raw fucks that, if you hint that you are interested in a raw fuck, they will refuse to meet you even if you agree to use a rubber.  Second, if the issue is discussed, the guy will usually say that he wants to do it "safe."  Once he takes that position, getting him to let you fuck him raw later is very hard (read: almost impossible).  So, avoid the topic when you set up the time and place.

Even after you arrive, try to delay the disclosure that you are going to do a natural fuck for as long as possible.  Put you  tongue in his mouth, get him undressed, put your cock in his mouth, loosen his hole up with your fingers. The idea is to get his juices flowing, so he wants to be fucked bad.  Your hope is his horniness coupled with your wedding band will overcome any hesitation he has about being fucked naturally.  The best case is that he realizes that you are going in raw when he sees you lubing your cock right before you penetrate him.

Finally, if you are going to fuck a married guy, you should have a wedding band handy.  Married guys often won't get fucked raw by a gay dude because they think that we all have AIDs.  Wear a wedding band, and you have a chance.

Certain things don't work.  Agreeing to fuck with a condom and then not taking one is a recipe for being shown the door.  Arguing with the guy over a raw fuck never works.  If he insists, just fuck him with the condom - it's still a fuck..

Operation Deep Injection – Mission Accomplished

Jim knocks on the door right at 3:20, just like he promised.  Just what I expect from a military boy.  He’s about 25, I’d say.  Close cropped hair and thin body.  He’ll do fine for my purposes

He seems nervous, so I put my left hand on his shoulder and tell him that this is going to be safe and fun.  He doesn’t need to be nervous.  Tell him that no one other than him and me will ever know this happened.  He notices my wedding band and palpably relaxes.  “I’m married too,” he says.  I tell him that traveling on business is my only opportunity to play, and I don’t like to waste it.  He says that he understands completely.

Just to bust his balls a little and set the right tone, I pull him in tight and kiss him in the mouth.  He says he doesn’t really get into kissing guys.  I tell him to get undressed and we’ll get started with what he does get into.

The tee-shirt and jeans come off, and he’s wearing camo colored briefs.  Too fucking hot for words!  I assist him out of his briefs. 

I bend him over the bed and grab the lube.  I start loosening up his hole with my fingers.  He sees me lubing my cock and asks “aren’t you going to use a condom?”  I tell him that my wife is on the pill, so we don’t keep them at home.  That’s why I do other married guys, so I don't have to worry about catching something. He looks concerned but does not tell me to stop.  I view that as a gold-plated doorway for entry, which I drive a Sherman tank through.

I push into his ass and start to power fuck him.  He is moaning and begging for more.  I cum deep in his ass.

He asks if he can shower before he goes home.  I say “sure” and take him to the bathroom and turn on the water.  He gets in and I join him.  I can tell that is not really what he wants, but hell, it’s my hotel room, so I don’t much care.  I tell to wash my dick, and he reluctantly complies, while reminding me that he doesn’t have much time.  I tell him that we won’t be in here long.  My dick is starting to tingle a little from his attention.  I turn him around and soap up his ass.  His hole is still stretched from the fucking, and is nice and soft.  Well, hell, I’m hard again.  I soap up my cock and promptly insert it in him.  He is not expecting that; his body tenses and he cries out.  That reaction makes me even hornier, after about a minute of in-and-out action, I climax.  Another load in his military butt.  I get out of the shower and leave him to clean himself up,  I’ve clearly made him late as he rushes out of the bathroom, dresses, and leaves in a hurry.  After he leaves,  I slip off the wedding band.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

Operation Deep Injection – The Prep Work

In order to increase the likelihood of my success in putting my cum deep in the gut of my soon-to arrive military target, I decided to use my secret weapon.  A couple of years ago, while vacationing in Florida, I found myself in a pawn shop looking at jewelry.  I noticed a wedding band.  Average size, gold, with little diamonds across the top.  Not gaudy at all, really quite classy.  It was $50, probably left there by some guy whose marriage had crashed and burned.  I bought it and have put it to good use.

After I began to target married men for my fun and games, I learned quickly that married guys prefer to fuck around with other married guys.  They clearly think that is preferable from both a discretion and safety perspective.  And I aim to please.  If they want a married guy, they get a married guy (well, sort of, at least I’m wearing a wedding band.)

About 15 minutes before Jiim is due, I put the ring on and look down at it.  It looks good on me, real good.

I'm Fucked Up But Not Fucking Crazy

No, I didn't try to fuck the trooper raw.  Cops can do bad things to you, like flashing a badge at the front desk and getting your name, etc.  Thought it was too much of a risk if he figured it out.  So I made up for it by fucking him as hard as I could.  Like so many tough guys I'd seen before, he wasn't going to complain that it was too hard on him, etc.  Too much pride for that.  He just laid there and took it, his face scrunched up like he was getting a tooth pulled without anesthesia.  When I came deep in him and pulled out, I hoped the rubber had shredded, but it was in tact with my semen trapped inside.  He got up slowly and unsteady, then got dressed.  He said that was the hardest he'd ever been fucked.  I told him to come back tomorrow, and we'd see if we could reach another milestone.  He looked doubtful and he did not come back.

Not exactly the conclusion I'd hoped for, but still a good fuck.  But it made me even more determined to drop the load uninhibited in my upcoming military fuck.

Fucking Harry - An Arizona Trooper Goes Down

The knock on my hotel room door comes at 6:50.  I open the door, and there stands Harry.  He certainly looks like a cop.  Short hair, muscular, naturally mad look on his face.  I decide that I'm going to have to establish right away who the alpha dog is.  So I say, "come on in, let's get started."  He walks in and I get behind him and grab his ass.  With one hand on his shoulder, I start working the fingers of my other hand up in his ass crack through his clothes - telling him that's an ass that needs fucking if I ever felt one.

Then ever so slightly, I feel it.  He knees buckle a little in submission, and I move fast.  I bring the front of my knees hard into the back of his, sending him to the floor to his knees.  I walk around in front of him and loudly unzip my pants, and get out my cock.  He opens instinctively, and I insert.  Grabbing him by the back of his head, I start face-fucking him hard.  He's taking the whole cock deep with no gagging.  I can tell this cop has been on several dicks.  I stop thrusting, then he starts working, going up and down on my dick like a pro.  I get afraid I may cum, so I push him off, then use my fingers to lift his chin and get him to stand up.  That arrogant, mad look is gone now; he looks a little embarrassed, actually a little pitiful now.  Just to be an ass, I ask him what force he is with, and he says he is a state trooper (don't know if that's true or not).  I tell him to take his clothes off and I do the same.

I put him on all fours on the floor and start to fuck his mouth again.  We do that for a couple of minutes, then I   get him up and bend him over the bed.  I start rubbing lube in his ass and lubing my cock.  Then I hear those words I hate - "man, you need to use a rubber - I brought one."  He scrambles down and get a condom out of his pants.  I say, you want me to use it, you put it on.  He dutifully unwraps in and rolls it down my dick, then gets back on the bed face down.

Now, I know you are all wondering the same thing:  Did I find a way to fuck this cop raw and deposit semen in his hole?  My hands are tired.  I'll let you now in the next post.

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Sorting Through the Trash and making Plans

On my business trips, I can often fuck two guys a day.  One at lunch and one before or after work - at least that is my goal.

I have a beer out of the minibar, and wait about 30 minutes.  As I figured, by that time, the email already has 20 or 30 responses.  At least 80% will be deleted immediately.  Spam emails (which you can usually spot because they have pictures of ripped 20-something guys and text that has nothing to do with the specifics of your ad), ancient guys, fat guys, talkers (i.e., guys not looking for action), and guys that include so little information that you know they are probably old and fat.

I begin going through the emails, and deleting the trash.  There are four promising ones, and I start conversing with the guys who sent them.  All are married guys in their 30s or 40s.  Ultimately one guy lives too far away from my hotel to make it work.  A second guy only has free time during a window where I have to work - I do work you know!.  So both of them are no-goes.

That leaves me two guys, and they seem very promising.  Harry is a LEO - that means law enforcement officer - LEO was his term, not mine.  Jim is enlisted military.  Harry's shift starts at 8 am the next day.  He wants to come by a little before 7.  I tell him that's fine.  Jim gets off-duty at 3 pm, says he can be here at 3:20, but won't have a lot of time.  I tell him that I don't need a lot of time and 3:20 is fine.

Let the games begin!

Travelling In Phoenix - The Prep Work

I get to travel several times a year, and when I do, I take full advantage of the opportunity that it presents.

In Washington, the guys I fuck almost universally are white collar office boys in DC on business.  The lawyers, lobbyists, trade association execs, etc., are my usual fare.  When I get out of Washington and have a hotel room to use, the world opens up.  Cops, blue-collar workers, firemen, enlisted military get a turn on my dick.  Also, while there are plenty of guys willing to invite me to their hotel rooms in Washington, many are reluctant to play there because the hotel room is still associated with their real name.  On the other hand, coming to a stranger's hotel room (mine), knowing that I'll be long gone in a couple of days, is a married guy's dream-come-true.  They literally line up for a turn.

The first step is to draft an ad for an on-line personal.  In DC, I just answer ads posted by dudes visiting.  But that doesn't work when I travel and want to attract local guys in a pretty short window.  I look through my email for prior ads I'd posted, find one I basically like, tweak it a little, and this is what I come up with.

"Total Top visiting Phoenix.  Very discreet.  Looking to fuck.  You have to be completely masculine, married preferred.  I host in my hotel room.  38, white, masculine as hell, muscular, 6', 180, goatee/stache, hairy chest, 8 cut, and know how to use it.  Who wants to bend over?"

For those of you who may still be learning pick-up ad jargon, I'll translate:

"total top" = I only insert dick, never accept dick.  Also conveys that I'm not going to be working particularly hard to get you off.

"very discreet" - we discussed previously - means married or at least closeted.

"Looking to fuck" -  means ass fuck.  Some guys call themselves total tops, but they mean total oral tops - they like to get sucked off, but they don't fuck.  I like to fuck guys, so I'm clear in my ad.

"Married preferred" is my way of getting married guys to respond.  In truth, I'm only looking to fuck a married guy, but if you say that, some guys get suspicious of your intentions, so I state it as a preference in the ad.

"I can host" - magic words for a married man, who typically won't have a place to host.

Then I give my stats.

"8 cut, and know how to use it  Who wants to bend over?" - that's just a cocky thing to say to show I'm an arrogant motherfucker -- just the kind of uber-macho guy that these married dudes want to meet.

The ad looks perfect for Phoenix (and many other places) so I post it.  We'll see what I reel in.

A New Conquest - Alan

After the debacle with Mitch, I had to regroup.  First, I re-thought the idea of leaving the dry rubber as a calling card.  That had not worked out so well.  I stayed away from my beloved Craigslist for a week or so, while I thought cautiously about how to proceed.  The I start reviewing ads again, then I saw one I could not resist:  "Married, Military Man Needs Fucked".

Alan was in a Crystal City hotel.  While only a few miles from my place in Dupont, it was a world away by my standards.  I would normally never venture there, but hell, he was a married military man.  So I contacted Alan, and sent him my body pic in the first email to speed things along.  A few emails later, and armed with his hotel room number, I headed off to catch the Metro.

Alan was what I expected, about 30 years old, close-cropped hair, Southern.  As soon as he opened the door, I knew I was going to dump inside this military stud - I just had to figure out how to do it.

That was complicated, as Alan was insistent that I fuck him while he was on his back.  He wanted to "see" me do him.  Well, obviously, I can't slip my dick out, take off the rubber, then reinsert without him knowing.  After all, he is looking right at me.  Shit!  Shit! Shit!  But he is hot, so I put on the rubber and start fucking him.  He is a good fuck.  Nice and tight, just like his body.  My performance faltered that day, however, as I had only been in him a couple of minutes, when I knew I'd gotten too close to cumming too quickly and it was going to happen.  And it did.  I shot in the rubber in him.

But then the light bulb went off.  I pulled out, said that happened "too quick," and told him that I wanted to give him a little more pleasure.  I put him on all fours and told him to jack off.  I then started working his hole with my finger.  I slipped the rubber off and poured some cum on my first two fingers, then I worked the cum into his hole.  Back out my fingers would come, get loaded up with more precious semen, and back in they would go.  I rubbed his prostate as I went in and out.  I could tell that he was getting close, so I had to work fast.  I poured the rest of my cum from the rubber on my finger and in it went.  There was cum around the edges of his asshole, and I carefully worked that in as well.  I then start massaging his prostate continuously and he popped about 30 seconds later. I got up, said I needed to wash my hands. and made a big scene of walking to the bathroom holding the condom.  I threw the (empty) condom in the toliet and flushed.  I washed my hands.

When I came back out and started to get dressed, my new military friend told me how nice it was that I worked on him even after I had come.  I just smiled and told him that was the best part.  I went back to the gaybourhood and he went back to fighing wars.  Live is good.

The Aftermath - Mitch in Distress

On the way home the next night, I stop by the Barnes and Noble and have a cup of coffee, logging on their wi-fi with my secondhand computer to check my email.  As I suspected, Mitch had written me, but not once, not twice, but five times – each message more desperate than the prior one.

First message:  Hey dude – there’s a condom on the floor, but it’s empty.  Did you have to use a second one?  You did cum right?

Second message:  What’s the story????  You did use a condom when you were fucking me right???

Third message:  Why won’t you write back?  This is fucking serious.  I got a wife at home.  If you came inside me, that’s a big FUCKING PROBLEM.  LET ME KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.

Fourth message:  HEY ASSHOLE – WHAT YOU DID WAS ASSAULT – YOU HAD NO RIGHT – I THINK IT WAS ILLEGAL – BUT I NEED TO KNOW YOU DON’T HAVE ANY DISEASES.  I WILL GO TO THE COPS IF I HAVE TO.

Fifth message:  You’re ruining my life.  I read online today that AIDS takes 6 months to show up in a test.  What am I supposed to do with my wife for the next six month?  Use a condom?  How can I explain that?  Please, please tell me if I have anything to worry about?  You seemed like a nice guy.  Why would you do this to me?

I broke the rule I set only a couple of weeks ago.  I wrote him, said I was clean and that he could continue to fuck his wife.  I deleted all the messages in the email account, and vowed never to log onto it again, and I have not done so.

Plan in Action - Mitch

Mitch and I correspond by email over the next week until he arrives at his hotel.  He is clearly nervous, but wants it done to him, no question there.  He asks me about my girlfriend, wants to make sure I’m not gay.  I ask him about his wife, whether he has kids (yes, two), and what type of work he does (just to make sure we are not in the same field).  I don’t really care about the answers, but making myself seem as concerned about discretion as he is, makes him more comfortable that he has found the right guy for his illicit roll in the sack.

He tells me where he is staying and the room number, and off I go.  When he opens the door, I’m pleasantly surprised.  He is about my age, a little slighter build than I have, but very nice-looking.  We get undressed and he starts sucking my cock.  I like getting sucked but that’s not where I plan on finishing, so after a few minutes, I tell him to stand up. I turn him around and put him on all-fours on the bed.  I lube his hole and start loosening him up with my fingers.  He is very tight – this guy may not have been fucked that many times.  I start to push my cock against his lubed hole – and he says “you brought a condom right?”  Since he requested that I bring one, I had.  I got it out of my pants on the floor, put it on, and he smiled in relief.

I pushed in, and it clearly hurt him, so I took it slow.  I got fully in him and started to fuck him nice and slow.  The strain on his face showed that this was much harder on him that he had planned.  So I pulled out, got up near his ear, and whispered, “we don’t have to do this if it’s too hard on you.”  But I knew what the answer would be.  He said to go ahead – he wanted us to finish, just be as “gentle as you can.”  By this time, I had pulled off the condom, and so I inserted my cock back in him.  I rocked gently inside (not my usual style of fucking, but I didn’t want stop and start, else he might see my natural approach to fucking him).  He was so tight, even with the gentle rocking, I soon climaxed.

Now for the twist.  I get off him.  He is still in the bed.  I’m standing at the end of the bed, where the condom is laying on the floor. I explain that I always feel a little uncomfortable about this sort of thing, and just prefer to get dressed and get going.  He says he understands – “remember, I’m not gay either.”  Unbelievable!

I walk out of the room and move quickly down the hall to the elevator.  Out the front door of the hotel I go like I’m late for a meeting and don’t look back.  When Mitch sees that condom on the floor without any cum in it, he’s probably going to know what happened, and I want to be a good distance away by then.

Some Additional Planning Is Required

My plan for fun and full sexual satisfaction is going to create some very unhappy guys, so I think I need some additional measures to ensure my anonymity.  There is a mom-and-pop computer store near my apartment.  I stop in and tell the fellow that “I’d like an inexpensive, used laptop to use at the library; mine just got stolen so I don’t want to spend a lot of money since I’ll still be taking it to the library.  It just needs to have a wireless card to access the Internet at the library.”  I walk out with a $75 laptop that I paid cash for.  I decide to only use it at public wifi spots, never in my apartment.

An Opportunity Presents Itself

It was about two weeks later before I got the opportunity to put my new plan into action.  I saw an ad on one of the sites I frequent monitor for ads by married dudes looking for male/male sex.  This ad had all the right words to show that the author was a married dude who wanted to meet up with a guy for some carnal fun.

“Super discreet visitor, very clean, looking to have safe fun with another DISCREET guy.  No gays, no fems – looking for regular guy.  Versatile, but tend toward the bottom.   35, white, masculine, 165, 5 foot 11.”

"Discreet" is usually a clue that the guy is married.  "Clean" usually means no diseases (also sometimes called "DDF" – Drug and Disease Free).  Second mention of "discreet" confirms he his married.  "Safe" means using a condom.  

"Versatile" describes a guy that can either top or bottom.  I don’t think that I have ever met a truly versatile guy.  Guy are more tops or bottoms in my experience.  Words like “versatile,” “versatile/bottom,” “versatile but tend to bottom” are all ways of a guy communicating that he is a bottom but can’t bring himself to admit it (even in an anonymous ad).

I love guys who are online looking for sex with another man and specify no gays.  Talk about the ability to compartmentalize.  No fems – means the guy wants a masculine guy – a true “man.”

Yeah, this is the kind of guy I want to work on and leave some special memories.  So I respond to the ad, stretching the truth a little. I tell the fellow I’m bisexual with a girlfriend who is not satisfying all my needs.  Mitch writes back, saying that he is married and looking to take dick.  Big surprise there.  (By the way, much like versatile almost always means bottom, bisexual almost always means gay when used by a guy – suggesting that you still do women apparently preserves some measure of masculinity that would otherwise be completely lost in their mind.)

The Plan Comes Together

I get back to my office and can’t stop thinking about what just happened.  I wonder if Will ever figured out that I fucked him raw.  If he immediately tried to take a shit (as guys often do after being fucked), he might have noticed my semen come out of him.  But you could easily mistake it for lube.  My guess is he never knew the truth.  

While I was feeling mighty fucking good, the idea that Will probably never knew the full scope of what happened in that hotel room somehow left me less than completely satisfied.  You see, even though I fuck these guys, I don’t have much respect for them.  They have their families and have all the benefits of a straight life.  They probably joke with their buddies about “not bending over to get the soap in the shower at the gym” and talk about how disgusting gay sex is.  They vote for politicians that don’t support any legal protections for gay people.  And the minute that get on the road for business, or find a good rest stop, they open their mouths and assholes to strangers willing to fuck them.  

My first thought is that I should just email Will (and the guys that would come after him) and tell him the truth.  But I decided that making an admission like that might be unwise.  In fact, I had already decided never to meet or converse with the men whose virginity I would take, so I had to find a better way to communicate that the married guys had received a very special offering from me.

It didn’t take long for me to come up with something and oddly enough, I got the idea from what happened with Will.

The Light Bulb Goes Off - Will

Will sounded like a cool guy.  He was staying at a hotel only a few blocks from my office.  He said that he was married, in his mid-30s, about 180 pounds, and athletic.  Well, that is what he said.  But when I got to his hotel room, it was clear that he was around 50 years old, probably had not seen 180 pounds since his thirties, as was evident from his gut, and he had thinning hair.  That sort of thing really pisses me off and happens too often.  I think the guys hope that you will be so horny when you get there, you will overlook their lies.  And it must work, hell it usually works with me (and that pisses me off even more).

Will ushers me in without a hint of embarrassment as I stare at him, his lies staring me in the face.  The one thing I do notice is his wedding band, so his marital status must have been the only true thing he said.

Will is blubbering on about how he’s needed to be fucked for some time now, and how lucky we are to have been able to meet up, blah, blah, blah.  Now he is naked, so I say to myself, “what the hell,” and get behind him.  I shove him facedown on the bed.  I drop my pants, get in between his legs, noticing his unflattering resemblance to a beached whale.  The he says, “condom on the night-stand – I always play safe.”  That was when the light bulb went off.  “That so?” I say.  “Yeah, need to use the condom,” he asserts.

I reach over and get the condom.  He watches me put in on, then I lube up my hard cock.  (I wondered if I could even get a hard-on with this fat fuck, but thinking about my plan for him has gotten me hard as a rock.).  I reach up and shove his face down in the pillow, spread his ample cheeks and go inside.  I start fucking him and he starts the moaning and dirty talk that I’d heard some many guys drop into as they take dick.

After a couple of minutes, I pull out, get up by his ear and whisper, “is this what you need, bitch?”  “Yes sir, exactly what I need,” he mutters.  As I talk to him, I reach down and pull the condom off and drop it on the floor, then I re-enter him.  I’m crazed horny now, and start fucking him hard and fast as he moans and begs me not to stop.  I feel that familiar wave approach, and a few seconds later, it overtakes me, and I shoot.

I pull out, telling him to lay there, as I’m not through with him.  I reach down, pick up the empty condom, hold it in my fist, and make a big show of walking to the bathroom and flushing it.  I walk out of the bathroom, and say “oh, shit, look at the time, I got to go.”  I get dressed, walk out of his room, then walk out of the hotel, realizing I just found a new hobby that was going to be very rewarding.  I would go on to call it “taking away a straight man’s virginity.”

About Me and My Blog

I’m a gay man – no confusion at all there.  I like to have sex with men.  I like women, have female friends, can look at a woman in a short skirt and high heels and appreciate the look as pleasing, but I don’t want to fuck her.  In gay parlance, I’m a top, a pitcher, meaning I fuck the other guy with my cock.

With online personals, men who would never have been strong enough to walk into a gay bar are able to go online and find a sex date (called a hookup).  Many of the men enjoying these new-found opportunities are married men (and I mean married to women).  Many are looking to bottom (or get fucked).  Over the years, going to hotel rooms and fucking married guys in the ass has become a source of frequent satisfaction for me.  I’m 38, very macho, muscular, have a goatee and stache, and a hairy chest.  Just the kind of guy that these married dudes want to bend over for.

This blog allows me to share my experiences in this secret sub-society, and particularly my recently-discovered enjoyment of planting seed in the rectums of married dudes.

I’m STD free, always use a condom when fucking guys, except for the experiences I reveal here.

The first few entries are dated the same day as I've just started the blog and had a few experiences to put in.  New experiences will be added shortly after they occur.