30 April 2009

"Evolution of an Alpha Male"

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     For over a decade, almost every boy and man I’ve fucked refers to me as either “Sir” or “Daddy”, no exaggeration. I take tremendous pride and pleasure “training” the sexually adventurous novices in particular though am always keen to guide another Top into submission and create an experience in which he can let go of what he knows, doesn’t know, should and shouldn’t do, allowing himself to be led so that he can abandon all thought, knowing he’ll be safe under my guidance. I’m a very patient man, a good-natured introvert with an easy smile, hearty laugh and naturally very masculine. I have almost no body hair, except for a bit under my arms, around my nips, treasure trail to my package, up the crack of my ass and all the way down my legs. 

    Now 41, I regard myself as sexy and handsome, fit and sexually insatiable. I love my cock in every way, in every state. I haven’t always been this confident about my dick. I’ve always felt sexually powerful but didn’t have a clue what other guys thought about my cock, despite repeated sexual experiences in which boy after boy after boy would go down on me, close his eyes, groan, lay his head on my lap and just feed, suck, kiss, fuck and make love to my cock, objectifying it while shamelessly thanking me for it, for giving him permission and access to it. 

     At around 30, I finally got it! And rather than play coy or unaffected, I fuckin’ decided that I wasn’t gonna even question them but instead chose to believe every word and became a MAN…sexually selfish, self-serving, self-cantered, egocentric and total egomaniac…all this only added to the totality of my cock as my ego was growin’ at the same rate. And these (eventual) well-trained cocksuckers provide(d) me with truckloads of adoration and sustained sexual attentiveness and respect as each and every one genuinely worships my cock or is committed to serving me as my sub/bottom for the privilege of learning how to service a real man and a real man’s meat. 

    Case and point: 2001 in San Francisco with my (then) new sexy Aussie husband after BIG night-out, wired off our tits…opened my eyes to find 2 (sub) leather men knelt before me while I was showering at Steamworks. I had just stepped into the showers when they cruised in, all-but trippin’ over each other as they passed. I had already started chillin’ out, closed my eyes and kinda swayed to the music, under a really strong, really hot shower. Steam was rising off my skin. Totally in my own element, my cock relaxed into the biggest, fattest state to this day. And I was sportin’ my thick, heavy stainless steel cockring…fat mother that just makes my package feel so heavy, so substantial…good to brace my boner with too, especially when feeding a boy’s mouth. Minutes passed and I heard my partner call out to me from the hot tub, “Babe…open your eyes.”

     There they were…both of them…shamelessly submitting to me publicly…hands behind their backs without so much as one word, sign or go-ahead from me. rI liked it…fuck that…I LOVED IT!!!. Fast forward six hours… from the second I brought them back to our room where they dedicated themselves to taking turns servicing my cock. My partner sittin’ back, strokin’ his cock, enjoying every second…no words, just breathing, moaning, licking, sucking, swallowing, kissing and jacking was all that filled the room. I’d never felt more like a man. Next thing, my cocksuckers started really going at my meat…rough…hungry. LOVED IT! I smacked ‘em both around, pulled my meat away, held my boner firmly in my left hand, then hooked my fingers into their mouths and belted them with my dick…until one of them grabbed it away from me and started beltin’ himself and his mate again…I blew like a mutha-fucker! 

      As they drained and cleaned my cock, they kept gazing at my cock, almost lovingly. Then another smack to each cocksucker, followed my the most sensual kisses my cock has ever experienced. All you could hear was soft kisses, breathing and one of the subs say, Deserves a name…”Big Guy”. Thanked them by letting them suck me off again…this time blew up one sub’s ass then pulled out and fed it to the other…it’s just the kinda guy I am…almost 8 years later and my partner still refers to my cock as "big guy"! Since then, I proudly refer to my cock as "big guy". I sport a nice package in jeans, khakis and Speedos and briefs AND am totally turned-on by other hot guys' bulges and baskets. It's not exactly rocket-science that I'd go on to name a number of my groups and/or blogs using the name, "bigguysbulge". 

      Getting head is the most beautiful and generous thing in the world to me. I never feel MORE like a man than when another man is kneeling or laying between my meaty legs, worshiping my crotch, unveiling my cock, kissing it, licking it, revering it…awaiting my cue as permission to inhale my cock and begin feasting on it, grateful for its size and power, tirelessly stroking and sucking on it, hopeful to extract my load, swallowing every seed, then releasing my meat only after I’ve said so – though almost none of them want to let go, that is until I place my foot right on his chest and shove him to the floor as I stand up and walk over him to go have a piss. I’m a selfish Top but I always take time to learn about my sex partners’ fantasies. Makes me hard hearing them talk dirty, then gradually leading him to divulge his most intimate and secretive sexual fantasies - the darkest, dirtiest sexual scenarios that have gotten him off countless times, yet remain unknown to any other man, until now.  

     And, on the rare occasion when the “right’’ boy comes along, I share my own. When it’s working, I can kick back for hours and just have him service me and my cock while I have a hit off a joint. That’s when I feel most powerful and confident. I’ll take my time, occasionally humping his mouth to let him know Daddy’s happy. 

     All this time he’s only allowed to respond in 1 of 2 ways: “Sir, Yes Sir.” Or “Sir, Thank You Sir”. With the exception of his ‘safe’ word, that’s all he gets because I do not respond to anything else. Anything and everything that boy needs can be addressed using these 2 statements. If he slips up, I let him know how to do it differently but then remind him that the next time will find my strong hand firmly smacking his backside...

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SPRUNG pervin' through gloryhole

 (This is a true story...)

 Can't help my cock from gettin'hard just about every time I rock-up to a public toilet. My mum used to waitress at a hotel/bar that housed most all truckers and Railroad workers from the time I was 7 until I graduated from high school. I helped-out every weekend, bussing tables, dishwashing, etc and was familiar with most every regular trucker and RR worker that came through.

These men were rednecks in every way - misogynistic, macho-mouthed, Wrangler-wearing dickheads as stereotyped to perfection in most Hollywood B movies. I loathed these men on the surface yet never missed an opportunity to sneak a peak at their crotches, massive thighs and manly, meaty asses. There was no doubt about it...these were MEN, far removed from their boyish identities. Still, the majority of these guys didn't have a fkn clue about social etiquette or manners as demonstrated by almost any ONE of them at any given time...unapologetically adjusting their underwear to accomodate a growing bulge in tightly packed Wrangler jeans.

This was also my first exposure or acknowledgement of gloryholes as this hotel restroom had a glory hole that had been progressively dug-out over the years, obviously with the intention of having an unobstructed view from a private stall directly into the open urinal adjacent to the toilets. More often than not, mounds of toilet paper would be stuffed with warning to any faggot who dared wait around for cock. The entire stall was covered in inked and carved graffiti…pussy, tits, cock fucking pussy, etc…

On the rare occasion, I’d make a small opening so that I could peer through just enough to watch men unzip, pull out their cocks and piss heavy streams of piss that only beer-drinking can make a man do. I would tremble with fear of being sprung by any of the men, especially since most of the men knew my mum. Like most horny boys, I took my chances and soon there was very little toilet paper filling that glory hole when I locked the stall door behind me.

One Saturday afternoon, I had been sitting on the can for around 10 minutes, jerking-off, reading all the smut covering the wall. Then I heard a loud, drunk voice…deep voice, Texan accent. He punched open the swinging doors that opened up into the men’s room. The next thing I remember is the sound of one of those huge rodeo buckles being opened and a zipper being ripped down.

I looked through cautiously and about shot my load when I saw this 7 or 8 inch, hard as fuck cock turn the corner and start pissing at least 5 feet away from the trough. He just stopped, as if he was pullin' it out just FOR ME, hands behind his back, dick swaggering back and forth as he painted that entire trrough and wall with his piss. His Wranglers and cotton briefs had already fallen halfway down his meaty white ass…his stream finally taperred-off but his dick just got harder and harder, without him laying one finger on it.

Next thing I knew, his cock started throbbing. It seemed as though he was teasing me on purpose…one, two…pause…three , four and then…he pointed that big, circumsized beast sky-high. Then, without warning, that hung trucker blew a massive load, both fists clenched on either side, jeans all the way down around his boots by this point. I couldn’t believe my luck…I was gonna get away with it…I was hornier than I had ever been in my life...I started pullin’ on my own dick without thinking and was just about to blow my load so I turned away for a split second when the fucker scared the shit out of me.

“WHOMPPP!”... Before I knew it, the trucker had leapt up to look over my stall, pants and shorts wrapped over his boots. As he held his body off the ground, gripping the top of the rough cinderblock wall, he barked, ”Mother fucker, Fuckin’ FAGGOT! I should climb in there n kick your ass…you fucking cocksucker faggot-ass…watchin' me like a faggot, staring at my hard fuckin' dick...prayin' for a taste."

Then, that asshole spat on me..."Pathetic pussy...I should just piss all over your faggot face. Fuck...give you a close-up of this fuckin' dick-of-death you're so hungry for, fuckin' little cunt.”

He waited…I waited. He finally let go but stumbled a bit when his boots hit the ground upon landing. I heard his buckle and pants scrape the ground for a few seconds as he moved about. I looked through the gh, although had backed up from the wall, hoping he couldn't see what I was doin'. He continued to swagger around the mensroom for a few more minutes with his pants and shorts still down around his boots, his cock still hard as fuck, throbbing with every curse word that he spat out of his mouth.

Suffice it to say that I was freaked-out, scared shitless, totally mesmerized, yet surprisingly harder than EVER, as my eyes locked on the open space between the bottom of the door and the scuff marked tiles of the floor. As if contemplating his next move, he slowly approached my stall, Wranglers, 'Fruit-of-the-Loom' white cotton briefs (with unmistakable cum or precum wet spots, piss stains, etc), noticeably wet in the more well worn crotch area. One side slid all the way down, exposing the majority of his boot - whilst his other side was held slightly the top of his other boot. Here's the kicker...his over-sized 'Rodeo' buckle and heavy leather belt were now being dragged along the mensroom floor, just begging for attention from anyone within earshot.

He kicked the stall-door a few more times and told me to get my faggot-ass out so he could beat the shit out of me. Of course, I didn't budge except for reaching up to make sure the lock remained secure. This went on for a few more minutes until I heard a couple of men approaching. Thankfully, a few other truckers swaggered in to piss, but then started harrassing him as soon as they saw him standin' there with a hardon, his pants and shorts still at his feet.

The last thing I remember is him telling them both to get fucked as he deliberately moved back in front of the gh, then pulled his jean up, tucked his cock into his shorts, standing directly in front of the glory hole as the other two unzipped and took a piss behind him. I waited another hour or so before leaving the restroom. It’s been over 30 years since this incident and I still blow my load fantasizing about that man…and that beautiful, hard, cut cock that he proudly flaunted just because he could.