HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Whose that sexy, hunky cub?

Part 3

For another hour, I wore the loads of two men on my face, and tasted the remnants of three fat cocks in my mouth. I spent that time cruising for more men to use me, more men to make me their cocksucker. I cruised the upstairs. I cruised the downstairs. Finally, I found Him.

He was standing right next to me, actually. A large Brazillian man (I later learned), at least 6'3 and damn well built. He wore a army green tank and jeans and I had no idea what he was looking for. After cruising, he led the way to a stall and I followed. Once inside, it was very much the same as all the cocksucking I did all trip. Straight to my knees, mouth open, hands behind back. When he whipped out his cock I almost stuttered. It was thick and massive. And within seconds, it was testing the size of my mouth.

As soon as he stuffed that fat cock in my mouth, I was in heaven. He was one of those few people of whom my mouth was made for. It just fit perfectly. He was the roughest out of all of them. It was almost all face fucking, with only occasional breaks for me to work on his cock at my own pace. What's more, I was not, in the least bit comfortable. I was kneeling with hands behind me, arched backwards with my head against the wall. He was forcing me into this position, and I wasn't comfortable at all. But he got a great position to fuck my mouth in, and it was all about pleasing Him.

The facefucking was hot, and I loved every second of it, but it wasn't until I got too uncomfortable to continue in that position that the scene became INTENSE. I pushed him gently back and pulled my head up to say something (I need to move) and before I could complete the first word I found my mouth stuffed with cock again. All I could muster was a MPHH and I tried pushing harder. He slapped me and stuffed his cock all the way into the back of my throat. It was then I realized my comfort didn't matter. Maybe for the first time in my life, it really was ALL about Him. And for me, it was a personal challenge. I needed to push through the pain to be a good cocksucker, and damn it if I was going to give up.

He'd occasionally move me around, but after thirty minutes on concrete floor, my knees were aching and my back was in a lot of pain from all the contorting backwards and forwards. But that man needed his cock sucked, so I just pushed through it. No matter how much my body throbbed, no matter how many times I tried speaking up, he forcibly kept me on my knees, and forced me to shut the fuck up. Usually it was by stuffing his meat in my mouth, sometimes he just slapped me.

After about forty minutes total, something within me just sort of broke down. I stopped caring about the pain, about the choking, the gagging. I was just simply his whore and he was using me to his hearts content. In this state I existed only to suck his massive cock. Within minutes, I could feel him welling up, and he was starting to groan. I would almost always tell someone not in the mouth in this situation, but he clearly was going to do what he wanted. Sure enough, his grip on my head tightened in his powerful hands, and in moments he shot huge spurts of thick cum into my mouth and throat. I choked, I gagged, but he was relentless. He shot at least six spurts, and I swallowed EVERY drop. He held my mouth on his dick until he was satisfied with my cleaning. He zipped up, picked me up to my feet and we talked for a few mins.

I didn't cum once. I was there only to service men. And I left for an undying love for the Amsterdam Eagle. :-)

Part 2

After getting used once already, I didn't even consider going home. I knew my slut mouth could be used to please another dominant man in the dark bar. I went back and sat at the bar drinking for a bit (maybe 10 mins), before going back down into the dark to look. There was one muscular guy who I was into, but not sure if he was into me. He was a white, older, bearded macho fucker. At one point he passed me, made eye contact, and darted into a stall. That was all I needed.

I went in behind him and shut the door. He turned around and already his hard dick was out. I instantly got on my knees and sucked. Unlike his predecessor, this one was all about fucking my face. Within seconds he had a firm grip on my head and was thrusting his thick cock deep into my mouth. I sucked and licked...and choked. He seemed to love hearing me choke and gag, and made sure to hurt me with his cock just as much as he loved. Soon others were crowding into the stall (he didn't seem to mind).

They were egging him on, too, with taunts I couldn't understand. Still, I've been called a faggot and a cocksucker enough to know they were humiliating me for his benefit. This def fired him up a bit. His thrusts hurt just a little bit more, and when he choked me on his dick he held it for a few more seconds even as tears welled in my eyes. This is also when the slapping started. Unfortunately it was a bit lite for my taste. Still, nothing makes me feel more like a whore than when a man slaps me in the face before stuffing my mouth with cock.

And then, for reasons I don't know, he just stopped. He didn't cum. He just pulled out, slapped me one last time, and stuffed his cock back into his jeans. Then he was gone. It didn't take long for someone to take his place, and before I could get up or ask what happened my mouth was stuffed with an even bigger cock. I looked up and recognized my latest man to be a tall black man I'd seen throughout the club. He was big, but only half muscular. Still, he had a thick cock and knew how to use it. Whats more, when the other men stepped up to start using my mouth he pushed them back and said something which I took to mean "this is mine".

He didn't like it as rough. He was more like you. It was about him. And he expected me to worship Him like I was a cocksucker. And I did. I slobbered all over his cock. Sucking fast, slow, alternating, licking the duration of the shaft, feeling my drool run down my cheek as i continued to gorge myself on his massive dick. Out of all the men who used me that night, he lasted the shortest. After only about five mins of sucking he had me suck on his low hanging, hairy nuts which only lasted a few seconds before he shot a thick load all over my face.

I'm shamed to admit, I needed a short break after. Plus, none of the other men surrounding me were particularly hot. So after he left I got up. With two loads on my face, and the taste of three men in my mouth, I set out to find another man who could use me.

Sorry readers

It's been two weeks, and I am a bad blogger! To make it up I am going to post a story I wrote for a Dom about my experience at the Amsterdam Eagle. Its a three part story, and yes it is written to arouse more than it is to share. Still, all true.

Part 1

I got there and sat by the bar, and could tell right away it was different than U.S. Eagles. It was clearly all about cruising and hooking up. Which was perfect for me. I hadn't sucked any cock in almost two weeks and it was really starting to get to me. The bar was pretty slow, with mostly just a few older guys in there. Then this younger, light skinned black man walked in. He had long dreads wrapped up under a cap, and spotted me right away. I cruised him back and he went downstairs. I figured I would run into him eventually.

After my beer I got up and decided to take a walk around. There were two sections, upstairs and downstairs. Downstairs had a cruisy section that was dimly lit by red light. And then a dark room which was a labirynth of barely lit corridors and stalls. Walking towards the back room to see what it was, Dreads came out. I was about to pass but he physically stopped me. He looked at me and said I looked like a cocksucker. I just nodded. He reached down and groped his cock through his pants and said "You gonna suck this for me?". Again, I just nodded.

He pushed open the nearest stall and I followed him in. I was on my knees in a second, fondling the bulge in his pants. Within a min, his pants were open and my shirt was off. He had a nice cock. Def big, but could have been thicker. I went to town on it non-the less. I had had a few public scenes with relative strangers in the past, but this was different. This man saw a cocksucker, and decided to use it. There was no "You're adorable" or "You're so cute". It was "You're a cocksucker, and you're gonna suck this dick".

I was def going to town on his cock. I hadn't sucked in weeks, and I was so fucking hungry for it. You know I have trouble describing the WAY I was sucking. Really, you know by memory how I suck cock better than any way I could describe it. He liked it quick though. And every now and again he would grab my head and fuck my mouth. Usually wouldn't last too long, but as You can guess... i fucking loved every second of having my mouth fucked like a tight hole.

My hands were behind my back the entire time, until he asked me to start using my hands too. So I started stroking and sucking in tandem. At this rate, it didn't take too long. "Where you want this load, cocksucker?". I begged him to cum on my slut face. He obliged. Soon he was shooting a decent load all over my face, overshooting just a bit. As the last few drops fell onto my lips, I opened up and sucked it clean. Before I knew it, his pants were zipped and he was out the door.

This is part one. In part two, I suck off a bearded macho fucker before he passes me off to a large, bald black man. Part three, after that.

Visitting home

Home for a few days in good ole south Jersey. Mostly suburban, but parts can be fairly rural. There are some really perfect spots for a kidnapping scene. If only.... :-)

Rope Bondage Class

Well here is a bit of an update. Last Monday I taught a class on rope bondage for a local BDSM group called SIGMA. It started at the first Code (which you can read about just a few posts down), when one of the groups organizers saw my work on military Matt and Hollister. He got my email address from David and shot me a message asking if I was interested. Why not, right?

So for the next few weeks I would occasionally consider what exactly I wanted to teach them. It was pretty obvious for me that I wanted to take a "back to basics" approach. Pete said there had been classes on rope bondage before, but I really can not emphasize enough how important basics are to rope bondage. By mastering a few really basic ties (two column, single column) and knots (square, larks head), you can really start to use your imagination when it comes to position. But really, even more than mastering the basics (as I would tell the class), is having the right mindset for rope bondage. All it takes to be good at rope bondage is a desire to be good at rope bondage. If you have an intentionality in every tie you do, the rest will happen on its own. It's only when people try to rush things or figure them out as they go that the bondage becomes sloppy and ineffective. So, with this approach, I decided to ground the class on the hogtie. It was only about 75 mins long, so I didn't want to try anything too ambitions. Sure enough, the class really needed to take things slowly, so it was best I kept my goals modest.

I showed up and everyone was already there (save a few stragglers), and I was still nervous. I had been anxious for a few days over teaching the class. Mostly just in terms of effectively structuring the class, giving them useful information, the right amount of information, etc... As I set up, they went over SIGMA announcements and then Pete introduced me. While we were dispersing rope, I talked a bit about myself and my experiences/thoughts on rope bondage. I also emphasized that I am NOT AN EXPERT, and still have a lot to learn. Which actually made me a perfect teacher in many ways. I was an example of someone who could do pretty decent bondage without knowing a lot of elaborate technique. If I could do it, so could they. Then I took the class step by step over the positions and techniques involved in a basic hogtie. With fifteen mins left in class, their challenge was to effectively hogtie their partners (they had paired up) without them escaping. If the partner escaped it would teach you where you needed to improve.

I think everyone had a really good time, and I got to see my old friend Brian from the NYBC which was really nice.

Afterwards, Pete sent me this message:

Hi guy.

I hope last night's class did not take too much out of your studying time. I stayed around awhile talking to some of the attendees and without exception all were very pleased with what they got to do and YOU as a presenter.
For my part, I would like to thank you for your presentation and making all the guys feel good about what they were doing/ how well they were doing it.

Thanks again for making the class a success.

Pete

I'm feeling pretty good about the whole thing :-).

Nothing new

Sorry, readers. I'm afraid there just has not been anything particularly new to post. Don't think I'm neglecting you. This is just a very reactionary blog in a lot of ways. Will be posting something soon hopefully.