Fucking A

  I am chatting with this guy online.  We decide to meet up so I go over to his place and he tells me he is at the store.  I'm suspicious so I wait a bit.  I figure he didn't like what he saw, even though we exchanged pics.  I leave.  Two days later, he calls me and says he is sorry about the other day and has a long story about some shit went down at the store, blah blah blah..who cares.  He asks me to come over and normally I wouldn't but I say sure.  I get there and he's cute.  Dark skinned Dominican, tall (6'3) and thin (180).  We hang out, have a couple of beers.  Eventually we take it into the bedroom and he takes off his clothes and asks for a massage.  I start massaging him and get real hard.  I eventually work my way down and I spread his ass.  He has a nice small bubble butt with a little bit of hair but nice and clean.  I start eating his ass out.  Sticking my tongue deep in him.  He's squirming.  I reach down and pull his cock back so I can alternate between the two. Well, damn, he's not fully hard and I can tell he's going to be 9+, thick and uncut.  I am all into it.  I am sucking him hard and deep.  He's loving it too.  We go at it for awhile before he eventually let's me stick my cock in.  He's lubed up good so it slips in and he is tight.  I feel his hole gripping my cock the entire time.  It's turning me on so much I have to stop or I am going to cum and I want this to last longer.  We go at it for a bit before I can't take it anymore and blow my load deep inside him.  After I finish fucking his fine black ass, I flip him over and suck him off until he blow his load all over my chest.  I go and clean up and we hang out for a bit longer.  I get home and I realize the fucker rolled me when I went to clean up.  He took my credit cards from my wallet and about $60 that I had on me.  I called the fucker up and the calls went to voice mail.  Eventually he acted all innocent and offended by my accusations and I told him that my credit cards and money didn't magically disappear.  I was pretty pissed off but what are you going to do.  I am usually really careful to watch my shit when tricking and don't have dudes over for that reason.  Lesson learned. 

Being the other man

Back around Thanksgiving, I met this super hot, 25 year old, 6'2, 180, latin boy.  He was very discreet as he was married.  It started out with him giving me head.  It moved quickly to fucking and now he takes my cock bareback.  I love that he's married because he never calls out of turn.  He will usually text me in the mornings on the day he wants to meet.  I go over to his place, we have a hot make out session followed by him blowing me before he pushes me on the bed, lubes up my cock and his ass and rides me until I blow my load deep in his ass. Afterward, he isn't into cuddling or any bs, just wash up and see you next time.  I can't get enough of this dude.  I could fuck him every day.  He is so hot and the sex is so passionate that I want it.  Since he's married, I never contact him first.  I always wait for him to call me or text me and then I run over.  Now I know what it feels like being the other man.  Waiting for the call.  Being ready on his demand.  Knowing this is all it will ever be.  And being okay with that.  At least I still have my other dudes that I play with but he's my first choice.  I love sneaking around with him, fucking him in their bed, being his male mistress. 

Just checking in

It's been awhile since I last thought about the blog.  I kinda put it out of my mind and got back to the idea of just fucking and not telling the world about it.  Some days I miss sharing being a slut.  It's fun just to tell people and not feel like you are hiding a part of your life.  Most of the time, I don't want anyone to know what I really am up to.  I have some new regulars:  the hairstylist, the married dude, the new thug, blindfold boy.  I still meet up with a few of my past regulars like Rob.  If I get the urge I will update things.  In the interim, you all should know that I am still fucking like a mad man, still topping dudes, and having a lot of fun.  Staying clear of boyfriends for now.  When I get the urge to spill, you know where I'll cum.  Later men.

Following Up on Beefy Latin Stud (BSL)

I wanted to clear the air on my last post.  I certainly was not trying to callous about BLS status.  Our relationship, if you want to call it that, was always casual.  We were fuck buds.  The problem we had was that we tried to make it more than it was.  When we tried that route, things didn't work.  As I've posted before, turning a tick into more ruined our tricking.  We went from being regular buds to being a lot less than that.  I am upset about his situation.  I never expected that he would here.   He never did drugs around me but I knew he did drugs.  I didn't really ask and he didn't really get into it.  It wasn't part of our deal.  What we did have was alot of hot sex.  Even though we fucked a lot, I always remember two specifics times with him.  The first is the time that we were just getting crazy and I reached back and sat on his dick raw.  I never get caught up in the passion of sex and get fucked raw except for this time.  It was hot and I jack off to it all the time.  The other was when we went at it around pride and fucked liked dirty sluts until I shot my load deep in his ass.  I also owe him for all the shit he put up with when my ex and I were breaking up. He gave me a place to just get away from the shit that was going on at home.  I'm grateful for that even though it was also what started our downfall.

If you want to go back and read about him here are a few that I quickly found, two of which cover the moments above.  Enjoy boys because, I am going to beat off thinking about him:

http://windycityboisex.blogspot.com/2009/11/hot-beey-latin-stud-finally-meet-up.html

http://windycityboisex.blogspot.com/2010/06/getting-some-more-of-beefy-latin-stud.html

http://windycityboisex.blogspot.com/2010/04/beefy-latin-stud-returns.html

Seriously

I just found out today that Beefy Latin Stud was arrested for possession of meth.  Not just a small amount but enough that he's looking at some serious time if convicted.  I haven't seen him in a few months but when we get together we always fucked.  I'm worried about him.  He's not going to do well locked up. 

Getting fucked bare

Terrelle and I began seeing each other, and by seeing, I mean fucking each other a couple times a week.  He never said anything about having to use a condom while I continued to fuck him raw and blow my load deep in him.  I'm over this one night after work and we are getting into it as usual.  He asks me before we fuck to spend the night.  I told him no and said the real reason is I have a boyfriend.  I've don't but I figured this would take him off the romantic path as I'm not going to date him. I knew this might screw things up too as he was in a long term deal before me and supposedly faithful.  To my shock, he says that's cool and that he figured as much.  We get back to things.  He's eating my ass out and reaches for the condom. I get in position to sit on his dick and after he lubes up my ass and before he puts the condom on, I start down on his dick.  I feel comfortable enough with this guy.   It feels amazing to ride a dick without the rubber.  It hurts less.  While I'm still kinda freaking out about it in my mind, I am more relaxed taking his BBC without the latex.  We got into it pretty good, him fucking me for awhile before we changed positions and I fucked him hard and long until I blew my load deep in him and we rubbed one out on my chest.  Afterward, we talked about the BF situation and he said he wanted me around and wanted more but was willing to wait for me.  I felt bad leaving things that way but if he wants to be exclusive to me knowing that I am not exclusive to him, that's his decision. 

The table turned

Terrelle and I met up a few days later.  This time it was made clear that I was coming over for sex and not a date.  I get there and there is definitely a connection.  We nervously talk before I reach over and start kissing him.  The next thing we know we are fumbling toward the bedroom, ripping our clothes off.  As soon we get to the bed, he very aggressively lets me know that he is going to be fucking me again.  He gives me head for a bit, taking in my pre-cum before he starts eating my ass out.  He really does a good job but my ass isn't twitching like it was the other day.  I am not really in the mood to get fucked but he's being so assertive that I am going to give it up again.  I like the confidence and he really puts the effort in to do the job right.  I rode his cock for a bit before he came while I was man-handling his tits and bouncing up and down.  I pull myself off his dick and before he has a chance to do or say anything, I start rubbing my cock against him and I kiss him.  I eventually move his legs up and run my cock against his crack.  I hear it in his moan that I am going to get his ass so I spit and stick my cock in raw.  He gasps in the way you want a guy to gasp after you stick your dick in his hole.  I push forward and start pounding his ass until I blow my load deep inside.  Afterward, we were just chatting there in bed, enjoying our time together.  I told him that I had to go and I could see the disappointment in his face but I made up a lame excuse about having to get home and left with my ass sore and his ass full of cum.