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!