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.