Being the cum freak that I am, I wish I was a heavy cummer. I can recharge pretty quickly after jerking off, but it's not much of a load. And it gets less and less after every round. Kevin, the fucking stud that he is, has been blessed with both talents.
I got home after a long day of running errands and walked into the bedroom with Kevin sprawled out watching TV. I saw the cumrag at foot of the bed. I snatched it up and it was still a little wet, but I took in a big sniff. Fuck, I love the smell of cum!
"Damn you. How many times did you jerk off?" I asked.
"Three... So far!"
"I want you to fuck a heavy load in me!"
"You don't have to worry about that. You know I have a fourth in me."
It's true. And his fourth is going to be just as big as his first.
I kinda expected it. We recently fell into a box of porn. Yes. A box. More than half of it was some solo stuff and the other was a miscellany of things like the Bait Bus, some leather titles and a twink comp. And we're no stranger to porn. Over the course of a decade, we've accumulated hundreds of titles. We had some VHS tapes which we redubbed into DVD format. Then we converted those to stream over our network. We have terabytes of the stuff. But with xTube, we sorta lost interest since you can get lost for days there if you had the time. And for me, the average joe amateur stuff is more interesting anyway. But when we were given a box of new DVD titles, who were we to refuse? I got to say, after watching so much amateur stuff, it was nice to see steady shots with good lighting. And porn stars with bodies to die for.
Anyway, I'm getting side-tracked. Kevin found a jail scene in the box that he apparently can't get enough of. I've turned on the DVD player a couple of times this past week and found the resume point to be that scene. I agree. The scene is hot. Of course, I'm more into the heavily inked top and he likes the squeaky clean bottom. But I wasn't too surprised that he jerked off to it three times over the course of the five hours that I was gone for.
But I also didn't mind testing his limits to see if his fourth load would be as big as he said it'd be.
I crawled into bed with him and wrapped my arm around his shoulder and pulled him so his head was snuggling against my chest. I just love hold onto him that way. Like a little kid just snuggling up to me. His hands travelled across my chest and landed on my nipple. He then decided to reach under and play with them a bit. They were still a little sore from the last time we played so I gasped when I felt him squeeze. He raised himself up and kissed me hard. We just spent a long time making out, enjoying the lazy Saturday afternoon with each other, building up intensity as the minutes wore on.
Now that he's found that my nips are wired, he's a bit evil. He loves feeling me squirm under him and how hard I get even when he's at his worse. They're already sensitive from the previous time, so he just wanted to feel me writhe underneath him as he used his beard to scrape across them lightly or feel me shiver from his hot breathe dancing on the surface. And then he chewed. Hard. To the point where I heard myself cry out in a childish whine. Something that sounded so foreign even though it was coming from my mouth.
And then he lubed himself up, rested my ankles on his shoulders, and drove his cock home inside my ass. We had been going at it for awhile now, so he knew he didn't have to go easy. My will was loose even though my hole was tight. And he wanted me to get even tighter as he twisted my nipples while inside me. He even groaned when that happened. He loved the control he had over my body, turning a knob to make my body respond until he reached grip around his cock that he liked.
It was so intense that I could feel his cock get more and more slippery in my hole. He doesn't precum much, but I felt it flow this time as his cock glided in and out of my hole with less and less resistance. And right when I thought he would blow, he ripped his cock from my ass leaving me feeling empty for a second... right before his mouth dove for my nipples and bit it hard, hard enough for me to start pounding against his back trying to claw at him. Then, without warning, he got up and shoved his cock in my ass, causing me to buckle in another way with my legs kicking out at the sudden sensation. He quickly grabbed them, grabbed my ankles and spread them wide while he fucked into my hole. He used my legs to guide my hole to where he wanted me. Lifting up sometimes, pushing them back. And I felt his grip tighten as his body began to shake. He was on the verge of exploding. And with one thrust as deep as he could, he unloaded into my ass. My ass was a wreck, but I felt every twitch as his load pulsed into me. Two quick strokes of my cock and I came over my belly.
He was right. It was a heavy load. He couldn't stay in long before it felt like I just had an enema shot into me. I ran into the bathroom and expelled his load. Wiping up, I was clean as a whistle, but man, I felt like I was wiping up a huge mess. And the toilet had a huge load floating around. The bed sheets still showed a puddle from when he pulled out and some escaped. And then, two hours later, I had another sudden urge and expelled the last of his load.
"Did you just get rid of my little ones?" he asked when I walked back into the room after the second trip.
"Yeah, stubborn little suckers."
"Told you. You didn't have to worry."
Which reminds me. Anyone want to sniff the cumrag and see what I'm talking about? It's just one day's worth but damn is it crusty!
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Wired Nips
Your body changes over time. Some things aren't so pleasant. I don't enjoy bottoming in the same way as I used to. It used to be a physical experience more than emotional and now I think it's the other way around. And my nipples, which were always fun to play with now seemed to be wired to my dick.
Kevin and I have always like teasing each other. He likes to see me squirm as he tickles me and I like seeing him jerk away from me every now and then when I twist his perky nipples. And it was during one of those playful sessions where he realized that pinching my nipples actually made my dick respond. He always knew they liked being played with, but it's different now. You can visibly see my dick jump when you tweak them. So he capitalized on that Wednesday morning.
I had just woken up. A little groggy still. And I could tell he was up for awhile. He grabbed me and pulled me close. We spooned for awhile, drifting in and out of sleep while he nuzzled my neck. And what I love about him is his size. Just the pure power of a big guy completely wrapping around you with his masculinity. His cock was hard and insistent, though, and broke the spell. I was a rag doll when he let go and pushed me on my back. Half of his weight was bearing down on me when I felt his scruff scratch against my chest. Weaving red patterns in it's wake before it rested just below my nipple. And with his hot breath and a flick of the tongue across the nubs, I let go even further with a deep exhale. My body wanted to absorb him to fill the spaces my lungs had vacated. A second flick and my cock jerked alive. A third flick and it was rock hard, pulsing with my heartbeat. And finally, his mouth closed around the nub and sucked the point before his teeth bore down hard. It sent a signal to my nerves that tensed my whole body down to the core of my cock and made it jump.
He had me now. For a long time, more than what was prudent based on work schedules, he worked on my nips and had me on the edge. I barely remembered the savage fuck that came with it, even with the pool of cum on the sheets afterwards and the bleeding in the bathroom. I just remembered him making my body sing all the while with his hands, mouth, and beard on my nips, causing an agony not on my chest, but the hardness in my groin that wouldn't let up.
And later that day, whenever my shirt would shift a little and gently caress my nipple, I'd remember it all over again and junior would start to wake up again.
Kevin and I have always like teasing each other. He likes to see me squirm as he tickles me and I like seeing him jerk away from me every now and then when I twist his perky nipples. And it was during one of those playful sessions where he realized that pinching my nipples actually made my dick respond. He always knew they liked being played with, but it's different now. You can visibly see my dick jump when you tweak them. So he capitalized on that Wednesday morning.
I had just woken up. A little groggy still. And I could tell he was up for awhile. He grabbed me and pulled me close. We spooned for awhile, drifting in and out of sleep while he nuzzled my neck. And what I love about him is his size. Just the pure power of a big guy completely wrapping around you with his masculinity. His cock was hard and insistent, though, and broke the spell. I was a rag doll when he let go and pushed me on my back. Half of his weight was bearing down on me when I felt his scruff scratch against my chest. Weaving red patterns in it's wake before it rested just below my nipple. And with his hot breath and a flick of the tongue across the nubs, I let go even further with a deep exhale. My body wanted to absorb him to fill the spaces my lungs had vacated. A second flick and my cock jerked alive. A third flick and it was rock hard, pulsing with my heartbeat. And finally, his mouth closed around the nub and sucked the point before his teeth bore down hard. It sent a signal to my nerves that tensed my whole body down to the core of my cock and made it jump.
He had me now. For a long time, more than what was prudent based on work schedules, he worked on my nips and had me on the edge. I barely remembered the savage fuck that came with it, even with the pool of cum on the sheets afterwards and the bleeding in the bathroom. I just remembered him making my body sing all the while with his hands, mouth, and beard on my nips, causing an agony not on my chest, but the hardness in my groin that wouldn't let up.
And later that day, whenever my shirt would shift a little and gently caress my nipple, I'd remember it all over again and junior would start to wake up again.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Vacation, All I Ever Wanted...
We're back! and I wish I could say that we had our first threeway, but it never happened. There was one promising response from a married guy that was curious and offered to be our camera man for our next xtube video, but it just didn't work out.
But don't worry, we did make a video! I just have to edit it before posting it up. Stay tuned!
But don't worry, we did make a video! I just have to edit it before posting it up. Stay tuned!
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Looking for a third
Kevin's a jealous guy. And I didn't think I was until I met him. I can honestly say that he's the first guy that I've been with that has made me jealous when people have thrown affection his way. So a threeway would never work. Even if we found a guy that we both found attractive and found us equally attractive, it'd have to be a total stranger that we met while traveling... or at least that's what we've agreed on during our little pillow talks.
And even the first clause would be a major feat. We're completely two different body types. I always snicker when Kevin's quintessential bear frame and handsome, masculine face turns the heads of other bears while we're out and about. I chuckle to myself because I know that when I expose their indiscretions by pointing out the broken neck he just caused, Kevin usually jokingly says "Ew!" He's not particularly turned on by fuzzy or beefy. When a slim guy flirts with him, I get a little pang of jealousy. Not much, but enough to give me pause before I move out of the picture for the flirting to continue. Hey, I'm no cock-block. I'm a good wingman. As for me, I have more varied tastes, but generally am not as attracted to a guy who is skinnier than I am. So basically, we'd have to find a toned up, but not too beefy bottom guy that's into bears and smaller asian guys. That's just way too much work. I've been in group situations before and someone always seems to get left out.
Then, to make sure we can concentrate on the sex, it'd have to be with a guy we don't know and most likely will not cross paths again.
So why am I thinking about this now? Well, we're going on vacation! We're going to be in the pacific northwest for a week and I considered putting up an ad on craigslist. If it works out, it'd be interesting. I've always had a fascination with seeing Kevin top another guy (What can I say? He's a stud and I want others to know it!). At the same time, I'm kinda worried with what it'll do with the relationship. It's one of those things that sounds good in theory, but will probably be a big let down. I've had a few hookups in my day that weren't very satisfying and a threeway just seems like more variables that can end up going wrong. We'll see!
By the way, the load count to the right is probably off. I need to be a little more diligent about updating this blog more frequently.
And even the first clause would be a major feat. We're completely two different body types. I always snicker when Kevin's quintessential bear frame and handsome, masculine face turns the heads of other bears while we're out and about. I chuckle to myself because I know that when I expose their indiscretions by pointing out the broken neck he just caused, Kevin usually jokingly says "Ew!" He's not particularly turned on by fuzzy or beefy. When a slim guy flirts with him, I get a little pang of jealousy. Not much, but enough to give me pause before I move out of the picture for the flirting to continue. Hey, I'm no cock-block. I'm a good wingman. As for me, I have more varied tastes, but generally am not as attracted to a guy who is skinnier than I am. So basically, we'd have to find a toned up, but not too beefy bottom guy that's into bears and smaller asian guys. That's just way too much work. I've been in group situations before and someone always seems to get left out.
Then, to make sure we can concentrate on the sex, it'd have to be with a guy we don't know and most likely will not cross paths again.
So why am I thinking about this now? Well, we're going on vacation! We're going to be in the pacific northwest for a week and I considered putting up an ad on craigslist. If it works out, it'd be interesting. I've always had a fascination with seeing Kevin top another guy (What can I say? He's a stud and I want others to know it!). At the same time, I'm kinda worried with what it'll do with the relationship. It's one of those things that sounds good in theory, but will probably be a big let down. I've had a few hookups in my day that weren't very satisfying and a threeway just seems like more variables that can end up going wrong. We'll see!
By the way, the load count to the right is probably off. I need to be a little more diligent about updating this blog more frequently.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Things you say... and don't say
"Fuck! I love it when you do that!"
And I knew what Kevin was talking about. This was right after we were playing with the new lube and I had just unloaded into his ass. He was talking about the way I took control when I had him flat on his stomach. I varied my angles as I pulled all the way out and then pushed it back into him with the weight of the fuck on my hands as I held him in place. The ferocity of the assault made an audible smack that reverberated through his core. Yes, he was talking about the position and then way I used my hands on his hips as leverage to hit that sweet spot that makes it feel good, but he was also talking about the aggressive nature of the session, the confident masculinity of it.
We've talked about it before. Most guys I know wouldn't want to bottom for a guy that's tentative and unsure of himself. And that's the problem sometimes. Kevin's not used to bottoming (I'm one of maybe ten guys in a colorful past full of sex clubs and bars that has been able to make him bottom), so I have to take it slow sometimes. But it's really hard to watch the guy you love grimace and not be tender. It goes the other way around, too. Sometimes, I lose my hardon while he's fucking me and he stop to check in on things when what I really want him to do is flip me over and pound the shit out of me... and when he does that, he gets me hard again and I'm losing my load on the sheets quickly after. But I get it. You don't want to cross the line from passionate play to sadistic lust.
So even though we talk about it, it sometimes just doesn't work out. And there are other things we haven't said to each other, but we know it just doesn't work or works way too well. I love getting blowjobs, but he sucks really hard sometimes (to the point where I think I got a bruise/hickey on my cockhead) and I know that I can't make him cum through oral alone (no matter how hard I try, I can't get him to blow with my mouth alone... but he knows how much I love swallowing his massive cum loads) so we don't even bother. We haven't talked about it, but he knows my nips are wired... and that the best way to get me going is to alternating hard play with playful licks. He knows my back is really sensitive and I know he really gets off on the sexual power of making my body respond involuntarily, so I give in to the feelings a little more and let him tickle me even to the point of exhaustion. I know that he might be soft when I start playing with his ass, but by the time I get my cock balls deep, he's going to be rock hard and oozing precum... but that as far as it'll go. I'm working on him cumming with a cock up his ass, but it's taken awhile. I'm patient though. Nothing like feeling a tight ass spasming around your cock when your bottom cums.
I'm sure there are other secrets... Even after a decade of exploring. But I'm a happy student, perpetually learning more about his body.
And I knew what Kevin was talking about. This was right after we were playing with the new lube and I had just unloaded into his ass. He was talking about the way I took control when I had him flat on his stomach. I varied my angles as I pulled all the way out and then pushed it back into him with the weight of the fuck on my hands as I held him in place. The ferocity of the assault made an audible smack that reverberated through his core. Yes, he was talking about the position and then way I used my hands on his hips as leverage to hit that sweet spot that makes it feel good, but he was also talking about the aggressive nature of the session, the confident masculinity of it.
We've talked about it before. Most guys I know wouldn't want to bottom for a guy that's tentative and unsure of himself. And that's the problem sometimes. Kevin's not used to bottoming (I'm one of maybe ten guys in a colorful past full of sex clubs and bars that has been able to make him bottom), so I have to take it slow sometimes. But it's really hard to watch the guy you love grimace and not be tender. It goes the other way around, too. Sometimes, I lose my hardon while he's fucking me and he stop to check in on things when what I really want him to do is flip me over and pound the shit out of me... and when he does that, he gets me hard again and I'm losing my load on the sheets quickly after. But I get it. You don't want to cross the line from passionate play to sadistic lust.
So even though we talk about it, it sometimes just doesn't work out. And there are other things we haven't said to each other, but we know it just doesn't work or works way too well. I love getting blowjobs, but he sucks really hard sometimes (to the point where I think I got a bruise/hickey on my cockhead) and I know that I can't make him cum through oral alone (no matter how hard I try, I can't get him to blow with my mouth alone... but he knows how much I love swallowing his massive cum loads) so we don't even bother. We haven't talked about it, but he knows my nips are wired... and that the best way to get me going is to alternating hard play with playful licks. He knows my back is really sensitive and I know he really gets off on the sexual power of making my body respond involuntarily, so I give in to the feelings a little more and let him tickle me even to the point of exhaustion. I know that he might be soft when I start playing with his ass, but by the time I get my cock balls deep, he's going to be rock hard and oozing precum... but that as far as it'll go. I'm working on him cumming with a cock up his ass, but it's taken awhile. I'm patient though. Nothing like feeling a tight ass spasming around your cock when your bottom cums.
I'm sure there are other secrets... Even after a decade of exploring. But I'm a happy student, perpetually learning more about his body.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
We still experiment... with lube
Who says couples don't experiment a decade after they start dating? Of course, it's not as exciting as you'd think.
We were away on a weekend getaway with a couple of buddies. All staying in separate hotels, but getting together for dinner and drinks and volleyball in the park. On our way in, we were pretty rushed. We both had meetings in the morning, both didn't pack until after we got back home from our meetings and then we rushed out the door to beat the Friday afternoon traffic. When we got to our hotel and checked in, we realized we forgot one thing: lube.
Big fans of silicone-based lube here. Wet Platinum is our favorite cause it doesn't leave a sticky mess and lasts a lot longer than the water-based counterparts. Kinda hard to get off the sheets and off the body, but well worth it.
I know what you're thinking. How about spit? To be honest, rimming doesn't do anything for me these days: both giving and receiving. And I'm just not wired the same way as I was back in my twenties. When it hurts, it's a sharp searing pain, not a dull ache that throbs. Just not fun.
Cum as lube? Fuck yeah, but multiple loads are hard to pull off.
So, we ended up using the lotion in the hotel room. It got the job done... for Kevin at least. He flooded my ass with his load and I was leaking out for a few hours. But the lotion just became gummy while I was jerking off and I barely worked out a load while Kevin was fucking me.
But we did notice an adult bookstore on our way to the hotel. We decided to stop by after lunch with our buddies. It was a combination novelty store, video arcade and strip club and the parking lot was packed. We both got cruised on our way in. I think one of the guys broke his neck on his way out even. He walked out as we were walking in and he stopped dead in his tracks and stumbled a bit. I'm a pretty average guy, but still was a bit of an ego boost.
I checked out the lube and I just couldn't do it. I couldn't pay $30 for a small bottle of lube that I already had at home. But there was a bottle of Wet Cool (or something like that), a silicone fortified water-based lube with a cooling agent. It smelled like peppermint... and it was half the price. We figured, it was worth a shot.
Let's just say, fucking with Icy Hot is really wierd. We flip fucked over the course of a few hours and each time, we had to take a shower after wards. Something weird about a tingly cock and ass. Really tingly!
Still it was fun to experiment. We're gonna save it for a really hot summer day. Maybe pour out the whole bottle on him and play slip and slide with our naked bodies. I just might accidentally slip in the hole... over and over again.
We were away on a weekend getaway with a couple of buddies. All staying in separate hotels, but getting together for dinner and drinks and volleyball in the park. On our way in, we were pretty rushed. We both had meetings in the morning, both didn't pack until after we got back home from our meetings and then we rushed out the door to beat the Friday afternoon traffic. When we got to our hotel and checked in, we realized we forgot one thing: lube.
Big fans of silicone-based lube here. Wet Platinum is our favorite cause it doesn't leave a sticky mess and lasts a lot longer than the water-based counterparts. Kinda hard to get off the sheets and off the body, but well worth it.
I know what you're thinking. How about spit? To be honest, rimming doesn't do anything for me these days: both giving and receiving. And I'm just not wired the same way as I was back in my twenties. When it hurts, it's a sharp searing pain, not a dull ache that throbs. Just not fun.
Cum as lube? Fuck yeah, but multiple loads are hard to pull off.
So, we ended up using the lotion in the hotel room. It got the job done... for Kevin at least. He flooded my ass with his load and I was leaking out for a few hours. But the lotion just became gummy while I was jerking off and I barely worked out a load while Kevin was fucking me.
But we did notice an adult bookstore on our way to the hotel. We decided to stop by after lunch with our buddies. It was a combination novelty store, video arcade and strip club and the parking lot was packed. We both got cruised on our way in. I think one of the guys broke his neck on his way out even. He walked out as we were walking in and he stopped dead in his tracks and stumbled a bit. I'm a pretty average guy, but still was a bit of an ego boost.
I checked out the lube and I just couldn't do it. I couldn't pay $30 for a small bottle of lube that I already had at home. But there was a bottle of Wet Cool (or something like that), a silicone fortified water-based lube with a cooling agent. It smelled like peppermint... and it was half the price. We figured, it was worth a shot.
Let's just say, fucking with Icy Hot is really wierd. We flip fucked over the course of a few hours and each time, we had to take a shower after wards. Something weird about a tingly cock and ass. Really tingly!
Still it was fun to experiment. We're gonna save it for a really hot summer day. Maybe pour out the whole bottle on him and play slip and slide with our naked bodies. I just might accidentally slip in the hole... over and over again.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Even up the score
So, I decided to keep count. Keeping a little scoreboard off to the side. The thing is, I can't tell if the board is just a reflection of what's happened or somehow directing what's happening next. Kevin dumped two loads into me to even up the score.
My little "issues" cleared up and I was horny as fuck. I knew he's not a morning person, but I also knew he gets turned on when I get really aggressive. I woke him up by pinning him down (as much as a guy half his size can do, of course) and ramming my tongue down his throat. He was startled awake, but I had him in place: knees on either side of him and my whole weight on my hands pressed down on his shoulders when I leaned in. He tensed up for a quick sense from the act and then I felt him exhale and his body went limp. At the same time, his cock twitched and he gave into lust. After riding him a bit, I ended up on my back with our lips locked in a deep kiss when he loaded up my ass.
The next evening, he returned the favor and pounced on my while I was reading my favorite blogs. He knew what I was reading by the tent I was pitching. It wasn't as good as the real thing though, as I wasn't fully hard. But I'm the same way when Kevin gets aggressive. My body immediately responds with a surge in my cock. He ended up pounding me pretty hard on my knees, grabbing me firmly by the waist and loudly dumping a huge load in me and kept on pumping until he fucked a load out of me as well. Squeaky bed, barking dog, fuck it all... he needed to unload.
Fuck that was hot. But was that us being horny or was that me engineering it so that we could even up the load count?
My little "issues" cleared up and I was horny as fuck. I knew he's not a morning person, but I also knew he gets turned on when I get really aggressive. I woke him up by pinning him down (as much as a guy half his size can do, of course) and ramming my tongue down his throat. He was startled awake, but I had him in place: knees on either side of him and my whole weight on my hands pressed down on his shoulders when I leaned in. He tensed up for a quick sense from the act and then I felt him exhale and his body went limp. At the same time, his cock twitched and he gave into lust. After riding him a bit, I ended up on my back with our lips locked in a deep kiss when he loaded up my ass.
The next evening, he returned the favor and pounced on my while I was reading my favorite blogs. He knew what I was reading by the tent I was pitching. It wasn't as good as the real thing though, as I wasn't fully hard. But I'm the same way when Kevin gets aggressive. My body immediately responds with a surge in my cock. He ended up pounding me pretty hard on my knees, grabbing me firmly by the waist and loudly dumping a huge load in me and kept on pumping until he fucked a load out of me as well. Squeaky bed, barking dog, fuck it all... he needed to unload.
Fuck that was hot. But was that us being horny or was that me engineering it so that we could even up the load count?
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