sandwich

Had some fun last night in the park but didn't get my rocks off. So late this afternoon I headed up the hill to look for some action. There was one guy with a runner's body sunning himself naked but he didn't seem interested.

I eventually settled down under a pine tree in the sunshine, dropped my pants and started playing with myself. i was lying there, pants around my ankles, dick oiled up and hard, when I heard rustling up the track. I thought fuck it and just carried on.

It was the Iraqi guy I have fucked with a few times over the years. He is older than me, has a good body and dark meaty uncut dick. He is real pushy, a determined bottom as well as top. From year ago he has always been insistent on fucking raw, so I've assumed he's extra high risk for HIV. He makes me uncomfortable and at the same time makes me extremely horny, for the same reason.

At first he played hard to get, just standing there with a kind of sneer on his face. This is payback for the number of times I have avoided him, I guess. I lay there jerking myself and told him to come and play. He made up his mind. He dropped his track pants, squatted over me, facing me, and lowered himself onto my dick. Took a bit of an effort to get in dry but was helped by the fact I had put some silicon lube on my dick earlier to jerk off. I got part way in, had to pull him towards me to get the angle right, then pulled him all the way down onto me. He sat there for a bit while I adjusted to the feeling, and then started to move inside him. He had a muscular arse and his hole was warm, tight and wonderful.

After a few minutes he pulled off and stood up. I sucked him for a bit, enjoying the mass of him and the piss taste under the foreskin. I then turned round and offered him my arse, taking a hit of poppers at the same time. He pushed in slowly and started moving inside me. As usual he was hard and I could feel the full length of him. As usual when I'm feeling specially turned on I wanted to be completely naked so I stripped off my shirt as well.

He had been fucking me for a few minutes when we heard rustling from down the track. We carried on. The guy that came into view looked familiar. He and I had played once or twice but without really getting anywhere. The guy is a bit younger than me, hot body and nice dick, but he's basically a bottom and like me struggles to get a hard-on when playing with another bottom. He was going to go past us but I said he was welcome to stick around and enjoy the show. He didn't need persuading. Khaled told him to pull out his dick and turned me round so I could suck the new guy. He obviously enjoyed threesomes, or seeing someone else getting raw dicked: he took a few hits off my amyl and hardened up fast.

New guy got verbal as well. He started telling Khaled to treat me like a slut, fuck me harder etc. He pulled his shirt up, dropped his pants to his ankles, fucked my face while urging Khaled on. Then he pulled out and started jerking himself. Khaled was pushing into me hard and deep. I was jerking myself, all the while getting off on being naked in the sunshine.

My memory of it all is now a bit blurred - too much amyl maybe - but we started chatting at one point. Turned out new guy had fucked with Khaled before as well. This was a big turn-on for me for some reason. I hadn't realised before that he was a slut like me. Something went off in my head: did you take it raw? I asked him. He said yes. That was like a trigger. I started jerking myself frantically and blew in less than a minute. New guy blew his jizz all over the ground alongside my load immediately after. Khaled pulled out but hadn't come. He pushed his dick into my mouth, arse flavoured and all, and started fucking my face. He came fast. I swallowed his load then licked the last few drips off the head of his dick. As I slowly put my gear back on Khaled squatted nearby to wipe his arse with some grass - maybe he thought I had cum up there or something. It was a hot sight: he's not young but he has the sort of butt that comes from a lot of physical work, plus dark shiny skin that shows it off.

There you have it. The thing that worries me: I was all set to let him blow inside me, kinda hoping he would in fact. Just part of the pattern of getting all horned up and taking more and more crazy risks. Whaddya reckon, folks?

PS Got regular test results back last week. All neg.

Park

No luck up the hill in the afternoon so last night I headed out to the park. I made out with a big Samoan guy but I think he was basically a bottom - he didn't seem to get hard, didn't really want me near his dick. He worked my nipples hard instead. I dropped my pants hoping the sight of my arse sticking out the back of my jockstrap might attract some interest.

Sure did. It was a guy who has come onto me a few times before at that beat. He's about as wide as he is tall but he's friendly, has a fat stubby dick with lots of foreskin. He ate me out before pushing his dick in raw. Took a while to find the right angle and rhythm. He didn't have the length to go deep. But with me bent right over and gradually loosening up I started to get a buzz just around my hole.

A young Asian kid - maybe Thai - was hanging around as well. I sucked him while the other guy worked on my arse. I got him to work my nipples, told him to hurt me. He used his nails, really got into it. After a while wideguy slipped out and Asian kid pulled a rubber out of his pocket. He had a long skinny dick, real hard. He pushed straight in, whew, a bit hard to adjust to initially. He fucked like a rabbit. He was done in a couple of minutes. I guess he was all horned up from watching me with the other two guys.

In the middle of all this another guy wandered along the track and lingered to watch the proceedings. He looked interested. Nice looking guy, lean, looked as if he had just come from a club or bar. He returned a few minutes later. A little chat and we decided to head up the gully for a little privacy. I soon figured out he was the Irish guy from earlier in the year. He was looking for a reprise.

We stopped on the bridge, he dropped his jacket, pulled out his dick and opened his shirt. He had a long thin dick and liked being deepthroated. He fucked my face hard, kept triggering my gag reflex. That also turns my saliva real slimy, just right for getting a dick all slimed up for raw fucking.

Which was what he was really after. I dropped my pants, took a hit of amyl and braced myself against the bridge railing as he slid his dick into me. He went in balls deep and held it there, pulling me back onto him by my hips, using his thighs to force it all the way. More amyl. I bent over further, moved my grip to the lower rail. He started fucking me hard, banging my head against the rail. Made me a bit anxious about my neck. He wanted more: he climbed up onto the lower rail so he could fuck me from above. I had my hands on the deck, trying to stay balanced.

Back to position #1: the guy was big on using all the muscles in his legs to push into me as hard as he could, pelvis against pelvis, wrapping his arms around my waist or chest to increase the pressure. Then he would pull me more upright and try to push up into me. The sensation of his hairy thighs against the back of my thighs was real hot.

We had attracted a small audience by this stage. He pulled out and got me to suck him. I stood up, grabbed his head and stuck my tongue down his throat. Yes, the guy could kiss, which he hadn't done last time we fucked. Yummm. Eventually he made it clear he wanted to get back into my arse. I kicked off my pants so I could spread my legs better. This time he felt different, using the head of his dick on my hole then plunging all the way in. He sped up, started banging me harder. With my legs free and spread wide I was bent right over, urging him on. His pelvis was banging hard against mine. With a final few thrusts he stopped, pulled me upright then slowly slid out as we both caught our breaths.

I don't think he blew a load in me but I wasn't complaining: I felt truly fucked.

Misc

Out of order, but I've added a post for 13 September. And I've made some changes to my blog list. The college-boy sex in A sailor boy's blog is maybe a bit too wholesome for the piggies that follow this blog but the day by day drama with lovers and sex buddies is kinda fun. I've added awkwurd: he's a bit irregular but his stories when they appear are about the hottest things I've read. Then there's Benjamin Fredrickson whose blog has been on my list for some time. This guy is seriously twisted. He presses all my buttons. What do I have to do to end up on the end of his dick or his fist, and in one of his polaroids? Apart from getting to Minneapolis, that is ...

exhib

Sunday was a stunner of a day - cool, but clear blue sky. I went out for a run, then headed up the hill to see if there was action. There was a wonderful scent in the air up there from the flowering broom.

There wasn't much else. I stumbled on a couple of older guys playing with the young guy with the trailbike who likes to have other guys jerk his dick while he looks at girlie porn magazines. There was another old guy who has a huge dick but, as I found out a few weeks ago, really just wants to turn over and take raw dick up his shaved arse. No, I wanted something else.

I spotted a younger guy there, 20s, curly hair, specs, bit of a beard. He showed no sign of interest when I walked past him. I headed back along the trail and then lay down in the sun under a pine tree. A little while later I heard someone else coming down toward the tree. It was curly. He stopped, looking down at me from a little way up the hill. I figured he was looking for a come-on. I dropped my shorts and started jacking myself. No reaction, but he kept looking. I took a hit of poppers, kept jacking, then took off my shirt. No reaction. I licked a finger, turned round, bent over, pushed it up my arse, played with myself. Curly stood there with his hands in his pockets, watching.

This went on for 10 minutes. I don't really get my kicks out of putting on a show for other guys but curly was sexy in a nerdy kind of way, and I wanted to get my rocks off. I went up to the tree and beckoned him down. He came down straightaway - maybe I should have done that at the start! I reached under his shirt for his nipples. I groped his dick; he had a semi. Told him to give me his dick. He unzipped and pulled it out. He hardened up real fast. He had a nice piece. And being a redhead he smelt extra good.

I got on my knees and took him into my mouth. I pushed the head of his deck down to the back of my mouth, then down into my throat. His dick got longer and harder as I worked on him. I asked if he wanted to slide it up my arse. Nope. It soon became clear why: as I went down on him again I felt the head of his dick swell. He pulled out of my mouth and started spurting. I got a bit of a taste but that was all. He wiped, zipped up and headed back up the track as I gathered up my gear and started dressing. All kinda kinky and fun but didn't give me the fuck I was looking for. Pity: a long hard raw youngman dick up my arse would have made for a perfect end to the day.

Misty

It was a misty afternoon but there were a few guys up the hill. The guy with the goatee and the PA was mainly into the twink with the chihuahua but after the twink blew his load he was happy for me to blow him. He had a nice piece, average size but with a fat head and real hard. Trouble was his PA was making me gag when I tried to deep throat him. He eventually zipped up and moved away. I wasn't much interested in the others until a couple of French guys turned up. They were tourists, had somehow heard about the beat but didn't know much about the rest of the town. I filled them in. I would have been happy to go off with the black guy from Paris. He was friendly but he was looking for something else. The guy with the PA showed up again and soon enough hooked up with the black guy. I left them to it.

I had a feed and a nap and then headed out to the club. I wanted some dick. There was a black guy with an extra large dick who was fucking all comers, but only for a coupla minutes at a time, without coming. I took my turn. A southern boy hit on me: he had been drinking, was in a bottom mood, wanted to be used. Well I'm game for most things. I worked his nipples which were definitely wired to his dick. I worked him hard, went further than he wanted and then some. I gave him my spit. I ate his arse. I fucked his face. He didn't want my dick up his arse. All kinda fun, went on for nearly an hour till he blew his load. But it was a bit one-way for me. I saved my load.

I ended up making out with a guy who said he was from Argentina. He was in his 40s, in nice shape. Big kisser, hairy chest, beard. I went down on him. He had a nice piece, long, uncut. I took him to the back of my throat then down further, got his dick all nice and slobbery. But I wanted him in my arse. He was happy to oblige. We were in an open cubicle with a chair. I bent over the chair and held on as he slid in, raw, then started moving inside me. I alternated between bending over so he could go deep and standing up so he could wrap his arms around me and pull my head round so we could make out.

Several times I pulled off and knelt down to suck my arse juices off his dick and then stick my tongue down his throat. He was into that. At times he moved slowly inside me, others he banged me hard.

After half an hour of this his long dick was stirring up my insides a bit more than I had bargained on: I had hosed out earlier but not quite thoroughly enough. I blew my load as he banged me hard for another minute then he headed over to clean up. Not quite the ending I had had in mind but I wandered home feeling well worked over.

Nerd

Woke up this morning intending to flick an email off to the guy who blogs as hypersexed history nerd. It's been engrossing stuff the past few weeks. But I had an uneasy feeling it was heading for a trainwreck. The detail about his friends and fuckbuds, the games and the conversations - which made the story so much fun was also a dead giveaway if any of them ever spotted the blog. For a long time I had doubts that the blog was for real - it seemed too risky. Well, no more doubts about that. I see this morning he's taken it down.

I'll miss it. His nerd/stud character was a blast. I guess I'm not the only one who got hooked on the mix of puppydog gusto and grownup wisdom. His buddies - trying to find their natural place on the straightboy/cocksucker scale - were endlessly fascinating. Plus he writes like a real ace.

Well that's all in the past. Sounds as if the blog has blown up in his face: someone's made the connection. That's the risk all of us take when we bare our secrets like this. Spare a thought for the kid.

Bloggy slutters

Still haven't made time to write up all the extras from July/August. But I've been updating my blog list. Some new ones, plus a few good oldies. Start with the newbies: there's smooth butt, hungry hole who's been having quite a summer; bareback confessions from Baltimore; diary of a horny bottom boy in the UK; and adventures of rawverscumboi, Meanwhile there's a resurrection at chronicles of a young slut and DC top is posting new escapades. Hypersexed history nerd has left a few of us wondering: if he's for real (and he sure sounds it) how can he get away with a blog that leaves so many clues about what he's up to with his closeted fuckbuds? and if it's fiction why, with his talent, doesn't he just get on with it and write the novel? Answers please. And Zach's room seems to have been taken down real quick. Pity.