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April 2014


I'm sitting on a leather couch. My jeans and underwear are around my ankles, and there's a man on his knees between my legs. The CumSucker is in his early 50's, 6'2" tall and has a face that reminds me of Ron Perlman. His voice is deep and gravelly, and he's telling me how much he has looked forward to sucking my cock.

He takes me into his mouth and sucks me to hardness. The size, girth and the fact I have a foreskin meet with his approval. When he runs the tip of his tongue from my sack all the way up my shaft it sends waves of delight shivering through my body.

For the next half an hour I let him work on my cock. He suckles the head, working his tongue around the foreskin. At times I take control, fucking his face, my hands holding his head in position. Sometimes I jack my cock as he sucks, other times I work his nipples through his shirt. They are the size of large pencil erasers, and every time I twist and pull, I am rewarded with the CumSucker working my cock with more gusto.

He tells me he wants my cum. I take to jacking the base of my cock as he suckles the head. The sensations feel amazing and my balls start to rise. I let him know that I'm ready to cum and as he feels the first spurt leave my cock, his sucking intensifies.

I can cum a lot, and as this was my first ejaculation of the day, the volume was considerable. Ten spurts into his mouth and down his throat. As the wave of orgasm passes, I milk the last drops of cum from my cock and let him lick them off the tip.

A quick wash up in his bathroom and I'm out the door, the pleasant ache post orgasm emanating from my junk.

Reciprocal Rimming

September 2013

My summer with Mr Scruff was coming to an end. Once a fortnight or so we would meet up, kiss, lick and suck each other to orgasm, then spend time relaxing, naked in each others arms.

However the start of the academic year was approaching, and he would be back at work full time, putting paid to our weekday trysts.

The final time we met up happened to be a balmy September morning. I enjoyed the tree-lined walk to Mr Scruff's place, eagerly anticipating what was to come (or should that be cum). As always, I sent him a text to signal my arrival. He opened the side gate to let me in, and we exchanged pleasantries as we walked around to the rear entrance and up the stairs to his bedroom.

Soon, after kissing, getting naked and moving onto the bed, I found myself between Mr Scruff's legs, sucking on his sizable cock. My mouth engulfed his hardness. My tongue swirled around the head, savoring the taste of his precum. I took his balls into my mouth, knowing how much he enjoyed that during our time together.

He spread his legs apart, allowing me access to his hole. My tongue headed towards his pucker, and I spend an enjoyably long time rimming him. As my tongue probed his hole, I grew erect and I rubbed my cock against the mattress, wishing I was fucking him instead. Sadly, Mr Scruff was a top, so it was unlikely to happen.

With his hole wet with my saliva, I began to rub it with my fingers. Knowing how tight he was down there, I very gently inserted the tip of the little finger of my left hand into his puckered ring. I made slow in and out movements. With time more and more of my finger worked its way inside him, until it was all the way inside. I could feel the nub of his prostate in his anal canal. By now, Mr Scruff had his cock in his hand and was jacking off furiously. My mouth busied itself licking at his balls, and my finger had begun to move faster inside him, building up to a tempo that eventually had him shooting his load all over himself.

I, very slowly, pulled my finger out. As I washed up in the sink in the corner of the room I noticed an object on one of the lower shelves. A prostate massager. Curved black silicone, tapered at one end with a bullet vibrator on the other. I wondered if weeks of me rimming his hole had opened him up to exploring anal play. I wished he had shown it to me earlier, I would have love to have used it on him.

I knew Mr Scruff liked rimming too, but had never rimmed me before. I got back on the bed, on my back, and let him blow me. As the blow job progressed, I lifted my legs onto the air. My hairy hole exposed, ready for his tongue. He took the opportunity, and I enjoyed my ass being eaten.

He tried to get a finger inside me, but I had to stop him. While I enjoy a good licking, anything else probing my hole is a no no. He resumes rimming me, and I yield to the sensation once more. I'm hard and start jacking my meat as I get tongued. It all becomes too much, and I shoot my load.

I pull him up to me, and we share a kiss, tasting each other as we do so.

That was the last time we met. Both busy with work, our schedules never seemed to sync up. We still chatted online occasionally, and months later he asked if I would like to top him sometime, my reply to which was an enthusiastic yes. However the meeting never transpired, and we lost contact.

I still have fond memories of our time together. My summer of sex with Mr Scruff.

Insatiable Part 3

After we clean up the cum, Mr Scruff and I lie back down on the bed. We spend the next half an hour naked in each others arms, chatting. We chat about work, books, movies and other inconsequential subjects. He looks adorable with his little scruffy beard and mop of curly hair.

I feel oddly comfortable in his presence, and soon our talk is interspersed with kissing and light stroking. I lick at his nipples, small and pink against his milky skin. I run my hands over his body, smooth in places, hairy in others. I grow hard again, and I take him once more into my mouth. I suck him gently, running the tip of my tongue over the head. I can taste the remnants of his cum, and I swallow greedily. He begins to grow hard in my mouth, and soon we are in the 69 position.

As he sucks, I can feel his hands running up and down the fur covering the small of my back and my buttocks. I wonder if he is getting off on how hairy I am. His fingers enter my crack, and brush my hairy pucker. He's testing the waters, seeing if I'll allow him access to my ass. I take his hand and put it back on my butt, and he gets the message.

Soon I am on my back and Mr Scruff has both of our cocks in hand. He wanks us simultaneously, our foreskins moving in unison over the heads of our dicks. The view looks good from my position. I take myself in hand and jerk myself to climax looking up at him. He hands me the towel and I clean up again.

Instead of cumming, Mr Scruff moves next to me on the bed and we spoon. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close. We indulge in a light snooze, our naked bodies pressed together bathed in the light of the warm afternoon sun streaming in through the window.

I had spent over two hours in the company of Mr Scruff, and it was soon time for me to leave. We kiss after emerging from our nap, and maneuver ourselves into a position where I am on top of him. I am hard again, and I straddle his chest. He slowly wanks my cock, and calls me insatiable, amazed that I can get hard again even though I've already cum twice. He takes my cock into his mouth and gives me a slow suck. I relish the sensation, but my time with him is running out. With reluctance we clean up and dress. He gives my ass a playful squeeze as I put my clothes on. 

A final kiss, and I am out the door. That day marked the beginning of my summer of sex with Mr Scruff.

Insatiable Part 2

July 2013

 We're both in a state of undress. My makeout session with Mr Scruff had quickly lead to us pulling clothes off each other in between the kissing and groping. I break from the kiss to pull his underwear down, and I find myself on my knees in front of his hardening member. What other choice do I have but to take him into my mouth?

He grows in hardness as I suck. It had been almost a year since I had cock and it felt so good having him inside my mouth. As I suck, I run my hands over his thighs, his legs made muscular through cycling.He pulls me up and we kiss deeply, and then he gets to his knees, pulls down my trunks and gives me head.

He's good. He works my cock with his mouth and tongue, expertly sucking my meat. I rest my hands on his head, fingers entwined in a mess of curly dark blond hair. More to steady myself during the blowjob than to guide his head. My knees feel as they could buckle at any moment. I pull him up, and we kiss again. I can taste myself in his mouth.

He walks me backwards towards his bed, our movement is awkward and we fall onto the mattress with him on top of me. We kiss, long and deep, and he moves so he can grip both of our cocks in one hand. 

Two cocks, both of similar size, both uncut, his pale pink next to my chocolate brown, jacked off simultaneously. It was a sight to see.

I need him back in my mouth again, so we switch positions and I spend the next ten minutes or so sucking his cock and licking his furry balls. When he is ready to cum, we swap positions and he splatters his warm, wet seed onto my furry abdomen. He apologises immediately, say he was so turned on that he couldn't help cumming on me. I reassured him that I was fine with it, and he got off the bed to fetch a towel with which we cleaned ourselves up.

It was my turn to cum. He asked how I would like to shoot my load, and I said I wanted to eat him out. A quizzical look crossed his face, you see Mr Scruff is a top, and while he liked to eat ass, I don't think he was ever on the receiving end, plus I guess in his mind being rimmed was a prelude to being fucked.

He does agree, and maneuvers himself so he is on all fours above me, his head facing my feet, and then lowers his ass towards my mouth. I have a hand on each cheek and slowly push them apart to reveal a surprisingly hairy hole. Mr Scruff doesn't have much body hair. A little blond fluff in his pits and covering his legs, and a sparse covering on the center of his chest. The densest is his pubic thatch, dark blond like the hair on his head. It starts at his crotch, runs around his balls and up his crack, the cheeks being relatively hairless.

I run my tongue through that fur very slowly. I hear him gasp, and it make me smile. My tongue has found his special spot, and I lovingly lick at it. He moans with each pass of my tongue and I can tell he is getting into it. He has now spread his legs wide, allowing my now free hands to attend to my own needs. I jerk my cock, which has grown hard from the rimming I am performing. I wank with my right hand, my left is on the small of his back, pushing him down closer to my salivating mouth. 

I am so turned on eating his ass that I cum hard. My body sprayed with spunk for the second time that day. Though that's not the last time I'd have to mop up cum from my body.

Insatiable

July 2013

He called me insatiable. My first meeting with Mr Scruff and I had already cum twice, but as I lay on top of his body, kissing him deeply, my cock hardened once more.

He took my member in his hand, and then his mouth, but time was not on our side and I had to leave without cumming a third time. Over the next few months Mr Scruff and I met several times, sucking and licking our way to orgasm. It was a pleasant way to spend the summer.

Not all my planned adventures went without a hitch, however. In May of last year I was contacted by a guy in his mid 50's who wanted to meet. He was a bottom into leather and rubber who, over the course of several messages back and forth, outlined that he wanted me to use him on the various pieces of equipment he had in his basement.

We planned a meet, and arranged a day that suited us both. He was located 50 minutes away from me by train. I calculated that if I caught a certain train I could be at his place within an hour, and it would give us a four hour window in which to play before I had to head back.

I told him what time I would be there, and he asked if I could arrive slightly later. The next train was a hour later, but that still gave us three hours, so I agreed to the time change. A day before we were due to meet he contacted me asking if our meeting time could be pushed back further. I was reluctant but agreed, though I had a suspicion that we wouldn't be meeting the following day. Sure enough, on the day we were due to meet I received a message saying he was unwell and had to cancel. I was disappointed, but hardly surprised.

He contacted me again a few days later, apologizing for canceling, and wanting to arrange another meet, again stating how hot it would be if we got together and listing all the activities we could do together. Ultimately, though, nothing materialized.

Back to Mr Scruff. I had seen his profile before, but we had never chatted. On the day he contacted me he was looking to get sucked. Fortunately, I was free and in the mood to suck so we arranged a meet.

But that's a story for another time.

An Odd Occurrence

I still have yet to write up my sexual exploits this summer, however something happened today that I wanted to write about.

I was in the mall restroom where I had my first cruising experience back in December 2010, in the same stall I fucked the guy in.

I was originally there to use the facilities, though as I sat there someone entered the stall next to mine. I heard the sound of a lighter sparking up, then the smell of smoke wafted over from the adjacent stall. A foot appeared close to the gap between the stalls, and from the shadows on the floor, I deduced he was jerking his cock.

By that time I had finished up, and the thought of what the other guy was doing caused me to become hard. I had not cum that morning, and started leaking precum almost immediately. I stood up and began to work on my cock, milking more of the clear sticky fluid from the slit.

Just then, the sound of someone walking down the stairs caused the guy next to me to pull his foot back from the partition and stop jerking. The new guy tested each stall door in turn looking for a vacant one. I had locked my stall so there was no danger of being intruded upon.

It didn't look like anything more was going to happen with the guy in the next stall, so I continued to milk my dick, mopping up the precum with some tissue, before stuffing my cock back into my pants, flushing and leaving the cubicle.

While I went over to the sinks to wash my hands, the new guy testing the stall doors moved into my newly vacated cubicle. The sinks are directly opposite the stalls, and have a bank of mirrors above them. While I was washing my hands I noticed the corner of a cellphone peak over the door of the stall occupied by the guy who was smoking and wanking earlier. Most smartphones have their camera in the corner. The guy must have noticed that I had spied his phone above the door, and it quickly disappeared from view.

This happened three more times as I washed my hands. When I moved over to the hand dryer, the cubicle door opened, and the guy walked passed me to get to the sink. I got a good look at him, late 20's/ early 30's, slightly chubby, bald with a beard and tats. He watched me through the reflection in the mirror, and I did the same. He was cute.

My hands dry, I moved off, heading for the stairs, which I climbed slower than I usually would. I looked back at him. He was still watching me, and jerked his head back towards his cubicle mouthing the words "come on". I was nearing the top of the stairs, by the door leading back to the mall. I looked back at him again, and he repeated his head nod, mouthing the same words.

I paused. I considered quickly walking back down the stairs, into his cubicle and letting him follow me in there, and if my dick was in control that is what would have happened.

I couldn't shake the fact that he had been using his phone to spy on me, and possibly record me or take a photo. I didn't know if he was an undercover cop, or worse. I had not initiated any of the sexual maneuvers, though I was more focused on my milking my cock than checking to see if I was being spied on, so I decided the best thing to do was leave.

Craving

I've already cum twice today, and still I'm so horny.

I have the urge to suck cock, to bury my face in a guys crotch and inhale the scent of his sex, to lick, nibble and suck at his flesh, feel his hardness in my mouth and taste the nectar of his precum as it sides over my tongue. Hearing him moan as I find his sensitive spots, teasing him with my mouth, working him up to his sweet orgasmic release.

I am so hard right now.

A Tasty Midday Snack

July 2012

The midday sun blazed in the sky as I arrived outside the Mirror Man's building. He opened the main door, and within a minute we were in his apartment making out.

The coarse hair of his stubble bruised my lips and the skin around my mouth, which was still a little sore from shaving that morning. Not that it stopped me, I kissed back hungrily, sucking his tongue into my mouth as though it contained the very air I needed to stay alive.

My clothes were quickly removed, until I stood before him in my underwear. He knelt before me shirtless and proceeded to suck my cock through my trunks, though soon enough they joined my other clothes on his bedroom floor, and my cock found its way inside his mouth.

We ended up on the bed and went back to kissing with the same ferocity as before. I maneuvered myself on top of him and proceeded to kiss his body, finding a particularly sensitive spot where jawline meets neck. I kissed his chest, licked his nipples, feasting on the flesh presented to my hungry mouth.

I removed his shorts to find him freeballing, and hard. I resumed kissing him before licking and kissing my way down his torso till I ended up at his groin. I ran my tongue over his hairy nutsack before sucking one, then the other of his egg sized balls into my mouth. My hand went up to his cock, and I slowly jerked him off as I sucked.

I licked up the shaft of his cock till I reached the head, savoring the taste of his precum oozing from the slit, before sucking gently on the head. I took as much of his cock as I could, aiming the tip to the soft palate at the back of my mouth, while my tongue went to work massaged the underside of his cock.

It felt good to have a cock on my mouth once more.

Next on my taste tour of his anatomy was his taint. He spread his legs, allowing my tongue access to his hole. He moaned loudly as my tongue found his ass, and soon I had him flipped over, on his hands and knees, pressing his ass to my hungry mouth.

The fleshy mounds of his ass felt good in my hands as I pulled them apart to allow me access to his hole. I licked and tongued at the delicate pink pucker, wetting it with my spit. I worked up a wad of saliva in my mouth before letting it trail out of my mouth onto his crack, and I watched as it made its way down to his wet hole.

I used the extra lubrication to push a finger inside him, followed by another. His back arched as I found his most sensitive of spots. He turned around and pulled me into another ferocious kiss.

Now I was on my back, he was between my legs sucking me once more, before he straddled my torso, his hard cock pointing up my belly towards my mouth. He reached around and maneuvered my hard cock so it rested between his ass cheeks.

Still holding onto my cock, he repositioned himself, moving his ass so that the tip of my cock pressed against his pucker. A small movement from him and my unsheathed cock had found it's way inside him, with only the remnants of my saliva inside him for lube.

Here was my dilemma, he'd asked me to bring condoms, which I had and intended to use. Now he sat with my raw cock inside him. I paused, unsure of what he wanted me to do. Do I stop, or continue on regardless?

Well, I'm a weak willed fucker, so I raised my hips, pushing more of my cock inside him. He smiled, called me a naughty boy and proceeded to ride my dick as he jerked himself off.

In this position I was able to lean forward and lick the head of his cock. It didn't take him long to cum, less than a minute from when I had entered him. Still inside him, I could feel his hole spasm as he shot his load, the majority sprayed on my chest and torso, though a few drops landed on my lips.

I reached up for him, fully intending to pull his head down so he could kiss me with his cum on my lips. He realized what I was about to do and pulled away. I leaned forward and sucked the tip of his shrinking cock before he got off the bed, my hard cock slipping out of him as he moved.  I finished myself off as he reentered the bedroom, handing me a towel to clean myself up.

I knew the drill, for him the moment was over as soon as he had shot his load over me. My exit from his place was rapid. I washed up in the sink and was dressed and out of there within a few minutes, making my way down to the lobby and back out into the bright sunlight.

Barely an hour had passed since I stood outside his building. I hoped my bruised lips and the redness around my mouth from his stubble wasn't too noticeable as I went about the rest of my day.

Must Be Something In The Water...

... or more likely the glorious spring sunshine we've been having this past week, but I've been feeling pretty horny (and jerking off like crazy).

After abandoning them for a few months, I logged into my various profiles this morning before heading to work, and got propositioned by five separate guys, including one who turned out to be the Mirror Man. We couldn't get reacquainted today, but hopefully sometime soon.

Maybe it's time to end my self imposed exile and get back to fucking men.

A Year Goes By

It's been a year since I last had sex with a guy (HB, the closeted bi guy, who I fucked one evening when his female partner was out).

It can be usual for me to go a few months, or maybe half a year between sexual encounters, but even I think a year is too long. Certainly it is not conducive to writing a sex blog.

In the meanwhile I've been downloading a lot of porn, and jerking off a lot, so much so that I thought I'd keep a count of how many loads I shoot over the course of 2012. Only seventeen days in and I've already creamed 29 times.

However, I still have a few past encounters to write about, including hooking up with the Traveller again, meeting O again, which lead to me attending a sex party.

And maybe, just maybe, when the Moon is in the correct phase, and the planets align I might get my end away again : )

Once More With Feeling

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Daddy Bear

This encounter took place in July this year, but has taken me this long to write it up.

"Nice cock"

I clicked open the IM window to find the message above, the two words describing my main profile picture. It had been sent the night before, just after I'd logged off for the night. A quick check showed the sender was not online, so I sent a message back apologising for missing his IM and saying he was free to contact me again if he saw I was online. I sent the message and thought nothing more of it.

It was a Wednesday morning, and I had the day off. I left the cruising site on in the background while I surfed the net. Half an hour later, I received another IM from the same guy. We start a conversation which lasts for over an hour. It results in me agreeing to meet him. I calculate enough time for me to get ready and travel to his place, and let him know to expect me in an hour.

I quickly showered, dressed and took the train into the city. It was a good 10 minute walk to his place from the city train station, but I arrived with time to spare. I sent him a text to let him know I had arrived, and a moment later he appeared at the door to his building. I crossed over the road to his building and followed him into his apartment.

We began to kiss as soon as we entered his lounge. Daddy bear was in his early 40's, heavyset, with a shaved head and a neatly trimmed goatee circling his mouth. I've had the desire to sleep with a "Bear" type for a while now, and Daddy Bear fit the bill. Our hands wondered everywhere and I took great delight in squeezing his meaty arse through his jeans. He rubbed my bulge through the thin denim of my jeans, before pushing them and my underwear down my hairy legs.

He got down onto his knees and took my cock into his mouth and he began to suck. I rested my hands on his head as he moved it back and forth. He blew me for a couple of minutes before stopping. "Nice cock" he said as he regarded my erection coated in his saliva. I took the opportunity to sit down on his couch and remove my shoes and the clothing on the lower half of my body, leaving them in a heap on his couch. I stood up and we kissed again, before he led me to his bedroom.

We collapsed onto the bed, making out. I pulled off my top, my last piece of clothing, and tossed it on the floor. We resumed our kissing, his hand running over my furry belly to my dick. He jerked me off before putting my dick back in his mouth. He sucked me again, playing with my balls till I was about ready to blow my load.

I pulled out of his mouth, I didn't want to cum yet. He was still clothed at this point, so I removed his tshirt, and it joined my top on his bedroom floor. I ran my fingers through his dense fur, tweaking his nipple before sucking on it. Before long I had his jeans and underpants off too, and his cock in my mouth.

We ended up in the 69 position. One of his hands cupped my buttcheeck as he sucked me. I think he was amazed at just how hairy my butt and legs are. He certainly sucked me harder as his fingers caressed my furry cheeks. As I sucked him, my hand found its way into his buttcrack, and I lightly played with his hole. He stopped sucking for a moment to spit into his hand before rubbing it onto his hole. My thumb slipped easily inside him, and I made gentle circling movements with it as I sucked him.

"Wanna fuck me?" he asked. "Yeah", I replied. It was the most we had said to each other since I'd got there. We shifted position so he could reach into a bedside drawer to get out lube and a condom, which he opened and rolled onto my dick. I slowly jerked myself off while he lubed up his hole, then I applied lube to my sheathed dick as he positioned himself to receive me doggie style.

I slowly pushed my cock inside him till I was balls deep, then began fucking at a steady pace. Before long he was lying on his belly as we fucked, my arms went under his arms and my hands gripped his shoulders, giving me the added leverage I needed to thrust deeper into him.

I whispered into his ear that I was almost ready to cum. He moved under me, and we were back in the dogie position. He pulled his ass off my dick and reached around to pull the condom off. He lay on his back and I straddled his chest before I began to jerk myself off. I increased the tempo until I shot spurt after spurt of my cum onto his face. I milked the last of my cum from my cock and wiped my cum covered thumb onto his goatee.

He had been furiously jacking off too, and shot his load onto his belly as my thumb left a trail of cum on his facial hair. We washed up, dressed and I left. We've tried to arrange another meeting, but no luck so far. Hopefully I'll get to see more of Daddy Bear soon.

My First Restroom Encounter

I had my first sexual encounter in the stall of a mall bathroom earlier this afternoon.

The location of the bathroom on the store guide was misleading. It was pictured behind a row of shops down a long corridor. So I walked the corridor, passed the baby changing room and the disabled toilet around to the back of the shops. All I found there was a brick wall, and the elevator further down the way.

I made my way back along the corridor. Walking past the disabled toilet again I noticed a stairway heading down. I headed down the stairs, rounded a corner and found myself in the gents bathroom. A wall of urinals to the right, and four stalls to the left. The stall on the very right was missing its door and was unoccupied. The other three had their doors and were all locked. More importantly there was a guy hanging around the urinals cruising.

I could see him from the corner of my eye, every now and then moving from urinal to urinal pretending to pee, and occasionally looking over his shoulder at me. I faced a dilemma. I guessed he was there to cruise, as I was, but I had never initiated a sexual encounter in a bathroom before. In hindsight I could have walked over to one of the urinals next to him and pretended to pee, stroking my cock for him, but I didn't.

I made out like I was waiting to use one of the stalls. I fidgeted, checked my watch every twenty seconds or so, pretended to check messages on my phone, until someone vacated the far left stall. In that time five or six men had come into the bathroom to use the facilities and leave, but The Cruiser was still there. My cock began to swell in anticipation as I waited, knowing that I was being watched.

I slipped into the stall and left the door unlocked as I removed my bag, coat and scarf, hanging them on the little hook. I undid my belt and pulled my jeans and long johns down my legs, my cock rising as it was freed from the layers of material.

I could hear more people coming down the stairs to use the bathroom, so with reluctance I had to lock the door, lest someone walk in on me in my current state. I stood there listening to the sounds coming from the other side of the cubicle. Men came and went while I slowly played with myself.

When I thought the coast was clear I stuffed my erection back into my pants, put my scarf and coat back on, and put my rucksack on one shoulder. I opened the cubicle door and emerged. I gave a furtive look over to the urinals, but The Cruiser was no longer there. I moved to the opposite wall where the sinks were and washed my hands. In the mirror I could see that The Cruiser had moved to the stall without the door and was again pretending to pee. Again he turned his head in my direction.

I went to dry my hands with the hot air dryer, and made my mind up to make my move. When my hands were dry I'd walk over and indicate that I wanted him to follow me into the stall I had just vacated, but that did not happen. A guy came down the stairs and went into my chosen stall. So much for that plan.

Another guy came in to use the urinals. My hands were dry, and I didn't have a legitimate excuse to hang around, so I walked back up the stairs and along the corridor to the shopping mall. I went to the nearby department store and did five minutes of window shopping. My route back took me past the corridor and I noticed that both the guys who had entered the bathroom while I was washing my hands were exiting the corridor into the mall. I took a chance and walked back down the corridor and down those stairs.

Rounding the corner, I couldn't see anyone by the urinals and the stall with the missing door was empty. I figured The Cruiser had given up and left too. The two middle stalls were still occupied, so I headed to the stall on the extreme left, the one I had used earlier. I pushed open the door to find The Cruiser in there.

"Sorry mate", I mumbled. I had to keep up the pretence that I had walked in on him accidentally. I could always say I thought I had lost something from my pockets and was retracing my steps if things turned ugly, my walking in on him could be viewed as a honest mistake.

Instead he indicated that he wanted me to join him with a nod, and a moment later I was inside the stall, my heart thundering in my chest. I locked the door and put my rucksack on the coat hook and turned to face him. The Cruiser was in his early 40's, slightly taller than me, dark brown hair and a neatly clipped goatee framing his mouth.

He reached over and massaged my growing cock through my jeans. His trousers were around his ankles, but he still had his boxers on. I feel his cock through the material, its a nice size, though not as thick as mine. His hands move to the zipper of my coat, and my fingers are there a moment later pulling the zipper down for him.

His hands move to my belt, but I again take control, undoing the belt and then the button and zipper of my jeans. I push my jeans and long johns down slightly and he lowers his own boxers down before his hand is on my cock. He jerks me off a little then pushes my jeans and underwear down my legs, running his fingers down my hairy legs as he does so. I get the impression he is impressed with the amount of fur that covers my lower limbs. He took my cock into his mouth and looked up to gage my reaction. I was more than happy. I played with his cock as he sucked me.

He stood up again and whispered that he wants my cock up his ass. I whisper back that I don't have any condoms. He said he did and fished one out of his pocket. I nodded and he opened the wrapper and rolled it onto my cock. He turned around and bent over. I rubbed my cock in his crack. He stood up straight again and I see he had an open bottle of poppers in his hand. I took two deep sniffs, and for a moment I feel a rush, but it dissipates quickly. He takes a couple of hits and bends over again.

I push my cock in. The combination of poppers and lube on the condom helps my cock slide in slowly till I fill him with my length. I pause for a moment and start fucking him. My belt buckle jangles with the motion, and I adjust the position of my leg slightly to stop the sound. There's still a guy in the stall next to us, we could hear him move about. I wonder if he knew what we were up to, our whispers left little to the imagination. I had my hands on The Cruiser's surprisingly toned shoulders as I fucked him.

Every once and a while men came to use the bathroom. I would slow my fucking till I was sure they had gone, then increased the tempo. The Cruiser reached around to grab onto my butt, trying to push more of me inside him.

I heard someone else came into the bathroom. The Cruiser stood upright with my cock still up his ass. I reached around and played with his cock. I tried to keep up the tempo but the angle was a little awkward and my cock slipped out. The condom, however, remained in his ass and he reached around to receive it, inspecting it to see if I had cum before disposing of it in the bowl.

I had my hand on my cock and jerked myself slowly. The Cruiser turned to face me, one hand on his cock, the other palm out just in front of my cock. I understand what he wants and jerk off faster until I shoot thick ropes of cum into his waiting palm. He lifted his palm to his mouth and licked up my cum.

We cleaned up using tissue. We dressed, I stuffed my spent cock into my underwear and felt a trail of cum leave my softening cock and absorb into my long johns. I zipped up my jeans and my coat before retrieving my rucksack from the hook. I wait a moment to listen if the coast is clear before unlocking and opening the door. I stepped out first and glanced quickly to the urinals. There was no one there.

I had washed my hands and dried them again before The Cruiser came out of the stall. I whisper my thanks as he head to another vacated stall. I guess he was looking for more cock.

I headed up the stairs and out of the mall. I could feel the cool patch my cum had made on my underwear as I finished my shopping and headed home.

It was an interesting experience, one I have wanted for a while now. The furtive nature, the sense of urgency and that element of danger all combine to make a heady cocktail. One I fear I may be powerless to resist.

Agony Uncle

Earlier I was messaged by a young gay man on one of the hookup sites I frequent. I had the site on in the background while I was surfing the web. The conversation was interesting (and at times a little frustrating).

It started with him wanting to know if I did white guys. I replied that it didn't matter on the colour of his skin as long as we were sexually compatible, and yes my sexual history does read like a Benetton advert.

He then wanted to know if I ever had a virgin. I don't think I have, all the guys I've been with have had some sort of sexual experience. I told him a bit about MG, how he had wanted to be rimmed and fingered so he could learn about anal play. I emphasised that we took things slow.

He wanted to know if I was dominant. I said I could be, but if he was expecting a big beefy daddy, that isn't me. I'm on the skinny side, toned but slim. But could I be forceful on penetration, he wanted to know. I could be, but I prefer to push it in slowly, inch by inch, till I'm all in.

He explained that he tried having sex before, but penetration didn't happen because it hurt too much. He tried the doggie position but lurched forward when he was about to be entered. I decided to give him some advice based on my own experiences.

I told him that he needed to take things slow and at his own pace, that he should learn to take a few fingers inside him (maybe use a small buttplug) with plenty of lube, and get used to the sensations coming from his ass before he thinks of taking a cock. Most importantly I told him he needed to learn to relax and trust the person he was going to get fucked by. I don't think it was the advice he wanted to hear.

He wanted to be raped. He wanted to be bound and gagged and forced to take cock. Now I have fucked a guy who was bound (see The Unpaid Whore) but he had previous experience. I suspected that the guy I was chatting to only wanted to be tied up so he couldn't get away when it came time to be penetrated.

I told him that if he was not mentally and physically prepared, getting fucked aggressively would hurt, and may cause him internal damage. Again, I suspect it wasn't what he wanted to hear. He logged off soon after.

I hope he finds what he is looking for. I don't want a bad encounter to put him off exploring his sexuality. Fantasies are all very well, but the reality of a situation can be too much to handle if you are not prepared for it.

I guess he has to figure out what he wants for himself, like I did.