update

A texts me last night. Says he needs to back away for a while. He wants to give counseling a chance with his b/f. Says he really (his italics) loves being with me but owes his b/f a chance. I give it 2 weeks before he's calling me again.

Chris might move back to Wisconsin. The combination of family matters and a poor economy here in So Cal have taken their toll on him. He says he'll let me know in a few days what's going on. I might see him tonight.

Cory texts me this morning. He's been on vacation the past few weeks with his b/f. Says he's horned like hell and wants to take on a few guys at a time. I might call him later.

Erik leaves last night after I face fucked him for a few hours. He looks tired but still smiles brightly as I walk him to the door. With skateboard in hand he tells me he wants to see me again soon. Wants to spend the weekend with me. Don't know how I'll manage that. It will require a little more planning.

Haven't heard from Hollywood and, frankly, don't expect to. Famous people have very short-term memories. Despite the absolute hot-ness of the occasion I doubt he'll contact me.

Justin has mid-terms this week. I hear him arguing with his b/f last night. We've texted a few times but always missed each other. I'll text him in a few minutes. He's the kind of boy who will drop everything for a good deep dicking.

the player to be named later

He says he's an actor and pretty well-known.

The email arrives late yesterday. He tells me how much he likes the blog; says he jerks off a few times reading it. Goes on to say I'm "definitely the kind of guy" he likes but, because he's "famous" (his words) can't openly meet. I write back and say thanks and a few other kind things. I consider it the end of it. Living in SoCal everyone thinks they are famous. Everyone twenty-something douchebag thinks he's an actor/director/producer/DJ/waiter/asshole. It's ingrained in the DNA down here. When someone says he is "famous", unless he's Cruise/Pitt/Gibson, I don't buy it.

He writes back. The words have a bit more urgency this time. Says he really likes the way I treat my boys. Wants to know if I'd be up for meeting sometime. I chuckle and write back that I doubt with his fame that he'd be comfortable meeting a regular Joe like me. A few more minutes and he says "yeah I gotta be REAL careful about the tabloids and stalkers and shit" but that he likes the way I disguise my boys' identities. He goes on to say that he's 5'10", 150 pounds, early 20s, worked out bod, black hair, looks Latin but is actually white. Says he's totally smooth all over. Says he can't send a pic "for obvious reasons" but that he won't be disappointed. Wants to know if I am free Friday night.

I say sure, why not?

* * * * *

Justin sucks my cock for the 3rd time this morning. He's nursing it back to health and doing a pretty good fucking job. The first two loads were mind blowing and I beginning to doubt myself for the third load. I love looking down at him while he worships my big fat piece of meat. I am propped up on a few pillows on my bed, reclining enough so I can see him servicing another load out. His tight smooth white body is flat on the bed, his legs bent back so his feet almost touch his ass. He is slower this time. His tongue is more practiced. He makes the slurping sounds I like. He fills his mouth full of flesh and chokes on it. His cheeks puff out as my manmeat invades his throat. He chokes more and huge trains of spit connect his lips to my piss slit. He licks the shaft slowly; deliberately. He trails the crack of my ass and works his way up my balls, along the seam of my ballsac, and up the shaft until he works the head like a piece of candy. He does this for untold minutes, my mind a haze of burning sensations. I stroke my cock while it's on his tongue. He pushes my hands away and when the burn grabs hold of my balls he locks on to my meat and sucks until I shoot 4 huge loads down his throat. I grit my teeth, gasping hard. He doesn't move. He opens his mouth and shows me the puddles of cum on his tongue. He swallows. He smiles and lies down next to me.

After a few minutes his phone rings. I can hear the b/f talking to him from next door. Justin says he is at the coffeehouse with so-and-so. The voice on the other end is angry. He hangs up. Justin shrugs his shoulders.

"One of these days he's gonna find out, sport," I say lazily.

Justin stops and smiles. "Does it bother you?"

I lie back and close my eyes. No, I say simply.

umbilical

A texted me this morning. He wants to see me but he's "grounded." B/f went ballistic when I dropped him off last time, smelling of sweat and cum. He and A are going to couple's counseling. What a waste. A will be texting me within a day, looking for cock.

Erik texts me every couple of hours. I think the boy's in love. Tells me he wants to spend a weekend with me. Think I can arrange that.

Chris is out of commission for a few weeks. Has to go back to Wisconsin to take care of some family issues. I'll miss fucking his mouth.

Got a text from Cory this morning. Tells me he'll be running errands and wants to know if he can stop by. I think for a second and a plan forms. I text Justin. He's awake and horny. I tell both of them to come by asap. Justin, of course, simply jumps in the shower and walks next door. He is smiling. I kiss him deeply and strip him naked. I take him to the bedroom. I put him on all fours and blindfold him. I wrap another blue handkerchief around his right thigh. I pull the plastic container from underneath my bed. I choose a medium sized black buttplug. Slick, I insert it into his boyhole. He wiggles his ass for me. I spank it lightly, a loud thwack echoing in the room.

Wait here, boystud, I whisper into his ear when there is a knock at the door. I open it. Cory smiles. He walks in and his clothes are soon a pile on the floor next to Justin's. We kiss deeply. His cock springs to life and he gropes me through my clothes. I lead him into the bedroom. He sees Justin on the bed. He smiles at me. We kiss deeply again, moaning for pure effect. Justin's cock springs to life, too. Huge drops of thick pre-cum ooze from his dick on to my bedcover. I lead Cory over to the bed and position him so that he is on all fours and facing Justin. In a minute he, too, is blindfolded with another thick black buttplug inserted into his boyhole. They both giggle a bit. On their own though they begin kissing. They open their mouths and explore each other's mouths with their tongues. They get a rhythm going. Spit begins covering their lips and they fight for dominance over who will be kissing whom. While they do this I remove a large black double-headed dildo from the plastic box. It is thick and long. It is my favorite. I pour some lube on it and slowly stroke it. I cover it until the black skin is shiny in the daylight. The boys continue making out. My cock stands rigidly against my sweat shorts.

When I am ready I set the dildo down. I smack Cory on the ass. He jumps a little and giggles. I guide him around so that his mouth is near the edge of the bed and his boyhole is in Justin's face. "Start eating, Justin," I say. Cory backs up slightly and Justin plants his tongue directly into Cory's boypussy. I watch for a few minutes and then nudge Cory's mouth with the tip of my cock. He opens wide and completely swallows my manmeat. He moans loudly which gets Justin even more worked up. Justin grabs Cory's ass with his hands and burrows deeper with his tongue. Cory moans more and gets my cock dripping wet. Long strands of spit spill out of his mouth. I catch some of them and lube my cock with it as Cory bathes my balls in his mouth.

When both of them are leaking pre-cum like a faucet I pull away from Cory. I guide Justin around so that both of their butts are backed against each other. I chuckle as I get them to both bark like dogs for a few minutes. They try their best and end up giggling like school boys. I back them away a bit and slowly insert each end of the dildo into their boyholes. Cory is tighter than Justin but just as eager. Justin takes it like a true slut. When I get it inside Cory he gasps audibly. Slowly the boys work it inside of them until most of the slithering beast has disappeared into their boycunts. They push back on to it, their asses bumping frequently. Cory begins breathing heavily and Justin moans like a slut. In time they both moan loudly. They push deeper on to the dildo. At times it will slip out of one boyhole and the other will pick up the slack. Its thickness stretches them. The grease turns their pussies into a sloppy mess. I walk around to Justin's mouth and push my cock inside. He greedily sucks on it. They continue to fuck each other while Justin vaccumms my cock. He licks the piss slit slowly. He explores the shaft.

"Uhhhhhh I'm getting close," Cory moans.

Me, too, Justin whispers, his mouth full of cock. I smile and pull out. I stroke slowly but carefully, trying not to shoot too soon. The boys bang away, the dildo plunging in and out, making sweet sucking sounds. Cory jerks away at his cock. He moans loudly and lets loose with a hot thick load that dripped slowly on to the sheets.

"Fuckin hot, boy," I say confidently. I scoop up some of the cum. I move to Justin and let him lick it off my fingers. He lets go of a loud cry and his cock spits out 6 HUGE thick loads--all without ever having touched his dick. He continues licking my fingers. I stroke my cock and get close. "Come here, boys," I command. They move quickly, the dildo sliding easily from their loose sloppy holes. They eagerly put their mouths near my cock. When I shoot I aim for the space between their mouths. I shoot hot thick loads that cover their faces. Several shots end up in Justin's eager mouth. Cory slurps up the common jizz between them. They lick the remnants off my red throbbing cock. They are still blindfolded.

When they have cleaned off my cock I lie back on the bed. Like good boys they lie next to me; one on either side of me. They lay their heads down on my thighs. I caress the backs of their necks, telling them how good boysluts they were. They giggle again.

Thank you, they say in unison.

I'm not kidding.

all mornings should start like this

I am awakened this morning by a knock on the door. Justin is standing at my door in my favorite schoolboy outfit: a pair of board shorts, tight white t-shirt, and the white vans I bought for him. It is 6am and I am barely up.

"I couldn't sleep very well, X. I gotta be at school in a bit. Can I come in?"

I stand aside and he walks in. I barely sit down before he is naked except for his vans. He takes the blue handkerchief I gave him and ties it around his right thigh. He is on his knees and sniffing around the tight white boxer shorts I have on. He doesn't take them off. Instead he teases me with an outstretched tongue that licks, pokes, and traces the outline of my rock hard cock. He takes a huge sniff of my crotch area. He is rubbing my thighs, which send shock waves of energy to my brain. He is beginning to become more and more the total cockslut I want him to be. He nibbles at the crotch area. He licks the fabric where my shaft is straining against the cotton. He does this for what seems like hours before he slowly pulls the boxers off and grabs my thick shaft in his hands. He devours it in one swallow and for the next hour it is a total symphony of licking, sucking, slurping, spitting, chocking, and worship that leaves me stunned. He takes his time working me over and when the first load is fresh in my shaft he slowly coaxes it out. He slows down enough to give me a chance to breath before he begins again. His mouth never leaves my lower body. His tongue trails from my cock to my balls, down the thickness of my thighs, across the contours of my calves, and ending with a fresh tongue bath of my feet.

He is total worship. In all he gets 4 fresh hot thick ropey loads out of me before he stands and smiles at me. "I'm yours, baby. I wanted you to know that." He gives me a big kiss. I can taste the saltiness on his lips. He walks back next door. I can hear the muffled voices of he and his b/f. I hope Justin kisses him with his salty lips.

Erik is coming over this afternoon.

je suis fatigue

Very tired from this past weekend. Taking the day off and catching up on sleep and magazines.

Erik called this morning and says he wants to get together "soon!" (his emphasis). Says he woke up hard this morning thinking about me.

A called and said his b/f was out of his mind pissed when he came home and saw A. They got in a big fight and broke up. A is giggling as he tells me this.

Justin calls and says his b/f suspects there is something going on between Justin and me. Maybe I should show him the tape. Justin says he doesn't know what to do but he wants my cock again.

Chris texts and wants to know when his next feeding is.

I'm tired.

the long weekend, part 3

Back at my place I boot the computer and enter the URL for the webcam at K's place. Soon, I see a clear video of A once again on his hands and knees, blindfolded, taking cock from both ends. He is trying to scream but the presence of 2 cocks in his mouth makes the sound more of a muffled cry. The camera swivels and I see that there are also 2 cocks inside his boypussy. 2 very large cocks. My boy has 4 cocks inside of him! It is hard to see the tops but from the sound of it they are all enjoying their time. The largest guy there is built like me, same facial hair, and a very long thick 10". He stands on the other side of A, slowly stroking his meat until it is his time to breed A. He stares like a predator. A man after my own heart.

I reach down and dial the number. I hear the phone ringing next door.

"Hey," Justin says quietly.

"You free?"

"Mmmmmm maybe. B/f is in the next room sleeping but he'll be up soon."

"Wanna come over and get your pussy bred?"

"Fuck," he says quietly. "Yeah I want it but not sure if this is the right time."

"Get over here right now or I'm gonna come knock on the door."

"No no no. Just give me a few, k?" He hangs up. I open the bottom drawer and remove my video cam. I check the batteries and then set it up on the middle shelf in my living room. It's got the right angle. I turn it on and gently set it behind a couple of books so that it is obscured. I walk over to the laptop and make sure the volume is at the appropriate level.

He knocks on the door. I open it and he rushes in. He's wearing a pair of board shorts, t-shirt, and flip flops. I pull him towards me. I kiss him deeply for a few minutes. I explore his mouth, our tongues a tangled wet mess of flesh. In an instant I have his shirt off and he's unbuttoning his shorts. When he is naked I lead him to the couch. I remove my clothes and sit back. He opens his mouth and swallows my rigid cock. He licks the head and traces the shaft with the tip of his tongue. He makes sure to look deeply into my eyes. For the next few minutes he makes my cock his only focus. He works with the skill of an masseur tracing his client's tan lines. His gag reflex is minimal, expertly swallowing my cock until it disappears down the tunnel of his throat. His moaning is louder.

"What's that?" he says, taking his mouth off of my cock, a large string of spit still connecting us.

I smile and gesture over towards the laptop. "That's one of my boys being worked over."

"What?" The look in his eyes is pure excitement. "Really?"

I nod. "He's being gangfucked right now at a buddy's house."

Fuuuuuck, he says quietly. He continues sucking me for a few more minutes. "Can I see?"

I stand up, more strands of saliva dripping from my sloppy cock. I grab the laptop and place it on the table. Justin stares hynotically at the screen. He smiles and blushes. "You know them?"

"Most of them. The guy fucking him right now is my buddy K." In the video K has A straddling him in a reverse cowboy. A's cock is rockhard and bouncing up and down like a rigid propeller. A is screaming very loudly as K's very thick 8 plunges in and out of his boycunt. K's cock is very shiny with lube and spit, a nice contrast to the tan of his A's crotch. The others stand around and cheer him on, stroking their own meat until they get a chance to impregate A again.

"This is soooooo hot, X."

"One of these days I'm gonna set you up like that, too."

"Really?" It's more question. He kisses me and as A continues to scream Justin becomes more excited. He likes the idea of me whoring one of my boys out. And of him becoming one of my boys. His mouth his eager and his cock sits like a piece of pipe against my stomach. I reach for the bottle of lube and amply stroke my cock with the gel. Justin starts to straddle me but I turn him around in an imitation of A's reverse cowboy. He is soon impaled on my rockhard meat. He fights to restrain his moaning. Soon, we establish a very erotic rhythm and he is riding me like a precision engine. His boyhole loosens up. The pucker is a perfect oval that clamps over my cockhead. I encourage his moaning by pulling on his hair as he rides me.

"You like that you little bitch? You like being my little pussy bitch? You like taking my cock?"

Yessssssssss, he shouts. The sound echoes in the room and, no doubt, through the walls. I hold on to his hips and pull him so that he is thoroughly impaled. He gasps at the sudden stop. I push him off of me. A large strand of lube trails out of his boyhole and on to my cock. I push him on to all fours on the couch. From behind I grab his hips and pull him towards me. I plow him with an animal frenzy. With every stroke his boyhole becomes more sloppy and looser. I pull his head back by his hair. I look directly into the hidden camera, making sure his face is front and center. His moans are more pronounced. His breathing is very hard. I can feel the white hot burn in my balls. I fuck faster and faster. Soon I grit my teeth and with one last thrust I cry out. Huge ropey loads exit my cock and flood his insides. His boyhole becomes a sloppy mess. My cock squishes in and out. I continue my thrusts and more cum shoots out. I lose count of how many shots I give him.

Before I lose my hard-on I pull out. I put him on his knees near the table. My cock is a dripping mess. I wipe it all over his face. He opens his mouth and begins ritually cleaning it. His tongue collects the dripping white and lets it slide down his tongue into his eager throat. He moans more and continues licking me until all the white is gone. My cock is still pretty hard. He looks up at me. I let a big drop of spit leave my mouth and into his open mouth. I pull him up and turn him around so he is facing the camera head on. I force his cheeks open and slip in again. He gasps.

"Fuck, X, you gonna breed me like your boys? I wanna be like him." He points towards A, who is currently on his knees and receiving a few showers of cum on his face. I wrap my hands around Justin's forehead and pull his head back until his face is completely to the camera. I pump him quickly. In a few minutes I am gritting again and I let loose another few loads inside of him. His back is a dripping mess when I pull out. He kneels again and cleans me off. When he is done I kiss him deeply again. He looks down at A, who is sucking 2 cocks at once.

"I wanna be him," he says, pointing.

"Don't worry you will be."

He gets dressed and then opens the door carefully. He disappears outside. I hear his door shut. Within 10 seconds I hear the water running in the shower. I look over at the camera. I smile and wink.

in progress

Haven't forgotten about Erik. We got together on Saturday. Still putting that post together. I want to be exact in my words. He's worth telling about.

A calls me yesterday and wants to get together. He asks about another group. He wants to put on a show for me. Says he wants to be my boyslut. Been thinking about whoring him out.

Justin gets back into town tonight. We'll see if he calls. He's been texting me pretty hard. He also wants to be my boyslut. Says he doesn't want any other cock but mine.

We'll see.

* * * * *

Got some viewers who have been asking for more details about me. I like to keep it discreet. Too many details lead to stalkers. Plus, in my line of work discretion is the number 1 rule. I like being able to move around in anonymity, free from prying eyes and curious on-lookers.

BUT, realizing that some sanitized bio information is needed, here is my offering:

I am late 30s, tall (over 6'), beefy muscular (think Russell Crowe in Gladiator), facial hair, shaved head, pretty fuckin masculine, dominant, aggressive, and in total control. I'm pretty well hung and very thick. I have boys all over the US. I like loyalty, discretion, and enthusiasm. I have no problem being direct, blunt, and in someone's face if the situation demands it--ruthless.

There you have it.

part deux

I fuck him 6 times in 2 hours: twice on the bed (both blindfolded and from behind), twice standing up (once by the front door and once bent over the dining table), once on the couch (missionary with me holding his legs in the air), and once in the shower (from behind). He is still leaking cum when he limps over to his pile of clothes and slowly dresses. His small white briefs will hide the leaking cum--for now. I wonder if his boyfriend will do an inspection when he walksnext door to his apartment.

His name is Justin. I learn it when he texts me this morning. His boyfriend is running errands this morning and Justin is starving for dick. Says he couldn't sleep last night thinking about the other day when I made him pregnant with my seed (his words). I text back and he is knocking on my door a few seconds later. He's a rare boy--hungry, slutty, and intelligent. Don't find too many of those so you ride them for as long as you can. He shows up in a pair of board shorts and the vans he wore the other day--nothing else. I admit to the shoe fetish. It's hot and I don't apologize. He knows what I like.

We spend the next few hours fucking in a frenzy thats both hot and scary. I can go for hours and nut multiple times (well, duh). I'm blessed, I know. It takes stamina. A hot boy also helps. This kid keeps me hard the whole time. I can almost feel the cum filling my balls after each fuck. He's tired, sure. His boypussy is red raw sore and dripping wet. He knows he'll be walking funny for the next few days. But it's like he doesn't care. All he wants is my cock--and dickjuice.

The second time I fuck him on the bed I'm plowing him from behind. He's on all fours, blindfolded, naked except for those fuckin' vans I find hot as hell. He arches his back and pulls his head closer to me. I grab his hair and he's begging for my cum. He's whimpering, his voice like that of a little boy. Just as my cock swells and my balls ache, he stops whimpering and says "X, I'm yours, baby. Just make me your bitch." I let go and fill him with so much cum I feel it leaking out just as fast as I am pushing it in. My body is dripping sweat and his pussy is so slick I have no choice but to fall out. As I do, he swings around and takes my cock in his mouth. He slowly and expertly blows me with an intensity that keeps me hard. "I love the taste of my buttjuice, man." If I had it he would have had another load. As he continues blowing me, his mouth slowly devouring every inch (I'm pretty big and thick) I can hear the door slam next door. His boyfriend is home. He's putting groceries away while his boyfriend is on all fours in front of me, worshipping my manmeat, his boycunt leaking cum all over my expensive sheets.

Fuck, I dig this kid.

the boy next door

"Oh my God! Oh my fucking GOD, X!!!!!" He is shouting in between gasps for breath. I have been keeping him full of cock for the better part of an hour. His back is dripping with sweat and small beads drip down the valley of his crack and mix with the lube, spit, and cum on my cock. I grab his hips firmly and pull him towards me. HARD. I drive deeper into his boycunt, drilling him with an intensity that would destroy lesser boys.

He is naked except for the lace-up vans and the handkerchief I have him blindfolded with. He is standing up with his hands flush against the front door and his legs spread as far as they can go. I love fucking standing up. He looks 16. He is probably 5'8" and a buck 50, max. He is white with a tight body. He could be this kid's younger brother. His dark, emo hair feels good in my hand when I pull it back. His tight body responds well when I move him or vary my thrusts.

"You like getting fucked, you little bitch?" I growl. I like throwing in some verbal play. Keeps them submissive. "You gonna be my regular boypussy?"

"Fuck yeah, man. Make me your slut. Please!"

I slow down. I pull my cock out completely and thrust back in. His back arches and he moans loudly. I do that several times, hovering just over his pink boypussy before I plunge back in and push it as deep as I can. "Ah. Ahhhh. AHHHHHH!" He repeats it over and over as I grip down on his hips. I fuck faster and faster until I grab his hair with my right hand and I growl loudly. I push in and release a torrent of cum. It's as if some microbe unlocked a vault and let every ounce of cum rush out of my body. I push deeper into him, feeling the warmth of my ropey mancum soak his insides. He pushes his boycunt back on to my cock. I still hold his hair and I take a few deep breaths.

"You like that?" I whisper.

"Fuck yeah, man. I want more."

I'm still hard, even after an hour. My dick slides out and I push him on to his knees. His little body is drenched with sweat. He reaches for the blindfold but I push his hands away. I push his face on to my balls. His tongue darts out and he starts bathing them. I stroke my cock. It's hard to keep a grip on it. It is totally covered in sweat, lube, spit, and cum. His mouth opens up and he cups my balls in the oval of his mouth, his tongue licking from beneath. He moans and his hands move up the inside of my thighs. I slow the rhythm down but it's impossible to ignore the growing fire inside my balls. After only a few minutes this little boywhore has managed to get my close again. I grab his hair with my left hand and pull his face back. With a few more messy strokes I shoot another fountain of dickjuice all over his face. Despite a solid hour of intense fucking and multiple cumloads my balls offer up another gift for him. I shoot several thick ropey strands of white that cover the blindfold and smear across his lips. I milk the head a few more times and use it to cover his chin.

I take the blindfold off. He sits down on the hardwood floor and just stares at me. He smiles like a goofball. "Fuck, X! You always cum that many times?"

"Yep."

He smiles again. "It might be dangerous living next door to you."